vincent delivered two swift knocks to the door before entering.
“delivery.”
the scent of strawberry and mango wafted into the room as he carried the drinks tray in with him, heading for the two in front of the console.
“tell me at least one of you got at least six hours of sleep,” he sighed, setting it down in the gap between jaemin and haneul’s work stations. he got it, daniel was freaking out and they all needed to be too, but it had been over a week and there were no attacks or melodramatic betrayals. he didn’t want to risk sounding like jae, but maybe it was time they at least considered that everything that had happened was only a series of massively, unfortunately ill-timed events.
one of which was losing one of their leaders.
(very ill-timed.)