Author's pov...
Minho stormed into the house, his chest heaving as he took in the chaos around him.
The furniture was overturned, shards of broken glass littered the floor, and the walls had been scrawled with hasty, angry words.
His gaze darted around the room, searching for anything familiar, anything that could reassure him. But it only made the mess seem worse.
He heard a soft sound coming from the back room and, with a sudden urgency, walked toward it.
The closer he got, the clearer the voice became. It was Soobin.
Soobin was sitting calmly on the bed, his focus entirely on the screen of his phone.
He seemed completely at ease, as if the wreckage outside hadn't even happened.
The contrast between the chaos of the house and Soobin's tranquil presence almost made Minho stop in his tracks.
"Soobin," Minho called out, his voice slightly strained. "Are you okay?"
Soobin looked up, an easy smile spreading across his face. "I'm well. I was out when this happened. Otherwise, you'd be looking at their faces instead of this mess," he said with a light chuckle.
Minho couldn't help but let out a small laugh in return, though his worry didn't quite fade.
He walked into the room and sat down on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his disheveled hair as he took a deep breath.
It seemed surreal to him that Soobin was so calm. He had been ready for a scene of destruction, of injuries, but Soobin was unscathed.
"I thought i again lost a friend," Minho muttered under his breath.
Soobin's smile faded into something more serious. "I'm fine. Totally finee" He paused for a moment before his gaze flickered to Minho's. "What now?"
Minho took a moment to gather his thoughts.
The weight of the situation hung heavy on his shoulders, but he couldn't afford to let his doubts show. "We prepare. We fight back, but we do it confidently. No second-guessing. We've dealt with worse."
Soobin nodded, the calm confidence in his eyes matching Minho's resolve. The two of them had faced battles together before-this wouldn't be any different. They knew what had to be done.
The conversation tapered off as the sounds of the outside world began to drift in.
The sun slowly sank beneath the horizon, casting an orange glow over the room, while the wind picked up gently, rustling the leaves of the trees outside.
The calm rhythm of nature contrasted sharply with the storm that was about to brew within the walls of their home.
Minho looked at Soobin one last time before standing up, his expression determined.
The time to act was now. They could feel the tension rising in the air, like the calm before the storm.
As the last traces of sunlight disappeared, they both silently prepared for what was to come. The house may have been broken, but together, they were stronger than ever.
And as the night settled in, so did their resolve.
