The following morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room as Haeun and Yeongsoo lay in a tangled, comfortable mess of limbs and blankets. Yeongsoo was just starting to drift back to sleep when his phone vibrated insistently on the nightstand. Groaning, he reached over, squinting at the screen to see Sean's name flashing.
With a sigh, he answered, trying to keep his voice low so as not to wake Haeun. "Morning, Sean?" he mumbled, still half-asleep.
"Morning? Yeong, it's already ten. Wake up and get over to Black Rose," Sean's voice was urgent, his tone uncharacteristically tense. "I need you here, now."
Yeongsoo blinked, forcing himself fully awake. "What's going on?"
"I can't say over the phone, just trust me and hurry. You'll understand when you get here," Sean replied before hanging up abruptly.