“He isn’t missing.” The words came too fast.
Jun went still.
Chung-Hee seemed to realize his mistake. “He asked for leave,” he added.
Jun studied him. “Then tell me where he is.”
“I don’t know.”
“Call him.”
Chung-Hee’s jaw tightened. “Leave.”
Jun didn’t move. “Tell me Noeul isn’t here.”
“He isn’t here.”
Jun looked again toward the closed bedroom door. “Then you won’t mind if I check.”
Chung-Hee stepped in front of him. “No.”
Jun’s stomach dropped.
“Move.”
“This is my home.”
“Where is he?”
“I said leave.”
“Chung-Hee.”
Jun’s voice changed. Not playful now. Not the CFO. His friend.
“Where is Noeul?”
Chung-Hee stared at him. The silence stretched.
Then a phone began to ring. Both men froze. It came from the bedroom. Jun looked toward the door. Chung-Hee didn’t.
The ringing stopped. Then started again.
Jun moved.
Chung-Hee blocked him.
“Move.”
“No.”
Jun shoved past him. Chung-Hee grabbed his arm, but Jun tore free.
The phone continued ringing.
From somewhere outside, another sound reached them. The garden door sliding open.
Chung-Hee’s face changed. “No.”