Suga lay motionless on the sofa, staring blankly at the pristine ceiling of the eerily quiet house. His mind was empty, his thoughts drifting aimlessly, yet his eyes fixated on how impossibly clean the surface was—so spotless that not even a speck of dust marred its perfection. His gaze shifted slightly to the CCTV camera in the corner. It was off.
The silence stretched on, thick and undisturbed, until his phone—resting on the table beside him—suddenly rang. The abrupt sound shattered the stillness, and Suga's heart nearly stopped.
His breath hitched as he scrambled to grab the device, hands slightly trembling. But the moment his eyes landed on the screen, his pulse spiked for an entirely different reason.
Danny—Video Call.
Without a second thought, Suga's thumb jabbed the decline button.