We chose him

As Yeongsoo left Bai Youran's residence, the twisted laughter and mutterings of obsession fading behind him, his phone vibrated in his pocket. Sliding it out, he saw Sean's name flashing on the screen. Answering, his voice was still cold, laced with the anger simmering from his previous encounter.

"What is it?" he asked curtly, slipping into his car and slamming the door shut.

Sean's voice came through, unusually grim. "I've got Suho's files, Yeongsoo. You're going to want to see this. It's… not good."

Yeongsoo's grip on the steering wheel tightened, a vein in his temple pulsing. "I'm on my way. Red Phoenix?"

"Yeah. I'll be in the back office," Sean replied. "And Yeongsoo… brace yourself."

Ending the call, Yeongsoo exhaled sharply, his knuckles white against the leather of the wheel. He didn't want to think about what Sean meant, but his gut churned uneasily. Whatever it was, it couldn't be worse than what Suho had already endured—or so he hoped.