Jihan found Tae-hyun already waiting outside Min-woo's building when he pulled up, arms crossed, jaw tight, an expression on his face that Jihan had rarely seen directed at him before.
He parked and got out slowly, still hungover, still carrying the sick, hollow weight that had settled into his chest the moment he'd read that first text.
"Tae-hyun."
"Tell me what happened last night." Tae-hyun's voice was flat, controlled in a way that felt far more dangerous than shouting would have. "Everything. Don't leave anything out."
Jihan swallowed. He didn't have much—fragments, disjointed and ugly, but he gave them anyway, because his brother deserved that much even if the truth made him look monstrous.
