Joon-ho was in the living room, phone clutched tightly in his hand. He'd been scrolling absentmindedly when the news hit him like a punch to the chest: Cha Tae-hyun had been kidnapped. His stomach twisted, and he barely registered the rest of the notifications.
"H-Hye-mi…" he said, voice tight. "Did… did you say dinner?"
Hye-mi looked up from the dining table, her hands neatly placing a plate in front of her. "Yes, father. Dinner is ready."
Joon-ho swallowed hard, trying to calm the surge of panic. "I'm coming…" he muttered, standing, moving down the hallway almost automatically. His mind was racing, replaying the news, thinking of Tae-hyun's family, of what could have happened, of who could have done this.
