The Whispers (Underworld 6) VK

47: Go Get Him

The sun had barely risen, casting a faint light over the city as Seungcheol and Jeonghan walked through the airport, boarding passes in hand. The events of the previous night replayed over and over in Seungcheol's mind, Sungmin's anger still palpable as if it lingered on his skin. He felt the weight of responsibility settle on him as he buckled his seatbelt on the plane, his thoughts consumed with the mission he and Jeonghan were about to undertake.

Jeonghan, sitting beside him, placed a calming hand on Seungcheol's shoulder, offering a silent reassurance. He knew the pain and guilt Seungcheol was carrying, but he also knew this trip was about more than just reuniting family. It was about confronting the tangled web of secrets, guilt, and pain that had ensnared Hansol and bringing him back to the life and the people who loved him.

"Cheol," Jeonghan murmured softly as the plane ascended. "I know you're hurting, but remember, we're doing this together. You don't have to carry it all alone."

Seungcheol glanced at Jeonghan, his expression a mix of gratitude and resolve. "I know, Han. Thank you. I just... I don't know what we'll find when we get there."

"Whatever it is, we'll face it together," Jeonghan replied, his voice steady.

The flight seemed to stretch on endlessly, the tension growing as they approached their destination. By the time they finally landed, Seungcheol's mind was a turbulent sea of emotions—anger, worry, but mostly, a deep-seated love for his brother. He would do whatever it took to help Hansol, even if it meant facing the darkness that had taken hold of him.

When they reached Hansol and Chan's apartment, Seungcheol took a steadying breath before knocking on the door. It felt as if the entire world had gone silent, the only sound the faint rustle of leaves in the breeze. A moment later, the door opened, revealing Chan standing in the doorway, surprise flashing across his face.

"Hyung... Jeonghan... what are you doing here?" Chan asked, his voice tinged with confusion but also relief. He stepped back to let them in, casting a quick glance down the hallway toward Hansol's room.

Seungcheol's gaze was intense, filled with urgency. "Chan, we need to talk. Sungmin came to us last night... things got ugly."

Chan's eyes widened, and he motioned for them to sit on the couch as he sat across from them. His expression was troubled, and Seungcheol could see the weight of worry on his young face. "What... what happened?" Chan asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jeonghan's voice was soft but filled with resolve. "Sungmin showed up at our place last night, furious. He's convinced that Hansol has crossed some unforgivable line, and he's taking it out on all of us. He... he threatened Seungcheol."

Chan's face turned pale as he processed the information, his gaze drifting toward Hansol's closed bedroom door. "He didn't tell me Sungmin showed up... but something happened the other night. Hansol hasn't been himself since then. He barely comes out of his room, and he's been drinking... a lot."

Seungcheol's heart clenched at Chan's words, and he felt a surge of guilt. He should have been there for Hansol, should have noticed the signs earlier. But now wasn't the time for regret—now was the time to take action.

"Is he in his room now?" Seungcheol asked, his voice tense with worry.

Chan nodded, his gaze filled with concern. "He's been holed up in there for days. I tried to talk to him, but he won't open up. He just... he just keeps playing his guitar, and... his fingers... they're bleeding from playing so much."

Jeonghan's face softened with sympathy, and he exchanged a glance with Seungcheol, who looked more determined than ever. He stood up, his posture resolute. "I need to see him."