Taesan's POV
Two piece of information are fighting for dominance in my head. They are written out in every single language I know, forcing my brain and my body to process them.
English. Korean. Mandarin. Japanese. Italian.
They're written in red and they're passing the same jarring message loud and clear.
Seoha is pregnant.
Seoha is missing.
Why the fuck is the world suddenly wobbling? Why the fuck are my hands red? And why the fuck is there a man gasping under me for air.
His face is slowly turning blue as he tries and fails to get me off.
"Taesan! Let him go!" Minjae's voice screams from outside the tunnel I'm stuck in. He sounds like a distraction and I just want to wrap my hand around his neck.
I want to choke him and slam his body to the wall too.
Yuki is trying to pull me off the man, and when I look down, I finally see the face of person that is about to die by my hands.
Junho.
