Her eyes hurt from trying to stop her tears and composed herself. She took a deep breathe and continue driving her way to a certain apartment building. Her phone kept ringing, her members were evidently worried, but she chose to ignore them. When she stopped on a red traffic light, she gave in and answered her unnie’s call.

“Yah, Son Seungwan! Where are you?! You were suddenly gone after the photo-shoot!”Wendy could clearly hear the anger laced with concern in their leader’s voice.

“I’m on my way to Taehyun, unnie. Auntie texted me. She asked if I could drop by their house,” she answered but they both knew the underlying implications. Taehyun’s mother wouldn’t just text Wendy to come around if she wasn’t busy just because. She heard Irene sighed.

“Okay. I’ll try to cover you when manager asked. Just came back quickly, okay?” Irene asked and Wendy agreed before ending the call.

As she park her car, she quickly run towards the basement elevator but it was so slow. She wondered if elevators are usually like this in Hanam. So she ran. Even though her feet hurts, she ran. So fast, if she could be as fast as the speed of light, she would do it. She have to reach him, before it’s too late. She felt her knees grew weak, her ears ringing, the blood on her veins pumping so hard but she didn’t even stopped. Until she reached a familiar floor on this apartment building. She was gasping for air as she pushed the doorbell of a specific unit. Damn, why did she ran those flight of stairs anyway? Oh yeah. For him. Because the elevator was too slow for her liking.

The door opened, revealing a woman who was in her middle-fifties, who smiled at her but the worry on hers eyes were still evident.

“Ommoni,” Wendy called and she let her in. She frown when she saw Winner’s members on the living room.

“Don’t you guys have schedule in Seoul?” she asked and they all nodded. Of course, they would dropped everything just to support their maknae. This made her smiled but it faded when they heard distinctive shouts and crashing which made her eyes widen.

“He’s having an episode,” Seunghoon said and she numbly nodded. More crashing were heard from a specific room. Nam Taehyun’s room. She desperately looked at them.

“He called me earlier. I was busy so I didn’t noticed it,” she said, trying to explain, thinking that maybe she was the reason he was being like this. The boys nodded. She was having a photo-shoot at Hanam, thankfully, when she saw the calls.

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault,” Mino said and sincerely smiled at her and she felt so thankful for his understanding members. He was so lucky to have hyungs like them, people who treated him like a true family.

“Can I . . . can I talk to him?” she unsurely asked. The boys looked at each other, not really sure if it was the best thing to do at the moment. Taehyun’s mother grabbed her hand and smiled at her. After an eerie exchanging of glances, Winner’s eldest nodded.

“It might help,” Jinwoo supposed and shrugged his shoulders. Mrs. Nam squeezed Wendy’s hand and gently nodded.

“Just be careful, Wendy-ah,” Seungyoon thought and she bowed at them before approaching