Soohan had always prided himself on being able to keep control of his emotions. It was something he was good at and always had been. He didn’t get angry easily, he never found himself falling into deep pits of sadness, he was able to avoid getting his heartbroken but right now fear had shot through him like lightning. He had spent over half a decade walking in the criminal world by himself, it had been hard, he’d only ever had himself to watch his own back and maybe that’s why he was so loyal to the Snakes. They’d given him a home and people he could rely on and he’d just spent the early hours of the morning cleaning those people off the pavement.
He hadn’t given himself any proper time process what had happened before carrying out his orders. It was easier to just get on with it but now he was having to face the fact that he wasn’t as safe as he thought he was. People he had considered his friends were dead, killed by the Lost Boys if all the rumours were true and he was trying to work out why he wasn’t dead as well. His feet somehow led him to Hyuk’s Café, he wasn’t entirely sure maybe because his own territory didn’t feel safe anymore. Hunched in the corner of the store as he spun his phone around hoping for Soonhee or Yulhee or anyone to phone him and tell him just what was going to happen now.