Jun looked toward the living room. Chung-Hee lunged toward them. Jun caught him.
“You can’t take him from me!”
The words ripped out of Chung-Hee before he could stop them.
Everyone went still. Ji-Woo’s face drained of color. Duri looked toward the bedroom.
Jun tightened his hold. “Take who?”
Chung-Hee struggled against him. “You know who!”
Ji-Woo moved first. He rushed forward and grabbed Chung-Hee’s other arm.
“Where is my brother?”
Chung-Hee fought harder. “Let go of me!”
“Where is he?”
Duri was already moving toward the bedroom.
Ji-Woo saw him. “No. I’m coming.”
Duri turned. “Ji-Woo.”
“He’s my brother.”
“I know.”
“Then move.”
Duri didn’t.
For one terrible second, neither spoke.
Then Duri lowered his voice. “We don’t know what’s behind that door.”
Ji-Woo’s face crumpled. “I have to see him.”
“No.”
“Duri hyung!”
“I’ll go first.”
Ji-Woo shook his head. “I should be the one.”
“What if…”
Duri stopped. He couldn’t say it. He didn’t have to.
Ji-Woo understood. Neither of them knew whether Noeul was conscious. Whether he was injured.
Whether…
Ji-Woo closed his eyes.
Duri stepped closer. “If he needs you, I’ll call you immediately.”