“No,” Seungcheol whispered breathlessly as he stood by the parked patrol car with the cracked phone in his gloved hands. They’d tracked it along a main road by the river and pulled over to find it sitting in the gutter with a semi shattered screen. “No, what are we going to do now?” “We’ll search the warehouse. Its two streets over in that direction,” Wonwoo said as he leaned back into the car and radioed for assistance. 

Seungcheol felt overwhelmed, tears filling his eyes, as the screen lit up with a photo of the two of them on the shattered lock screen. “He’s so stupid,” Seungcheol chuckled through his tears. “He was going to out us eventually anyway I guess. Imagine if a fan found this.” “It’s evidence now,” Wonwoo took it and bagged it. “We’ll need the prints for proof.”

They got back into the car and headed for the warehouse. Seungcheol began to shake. He knew how these things went. This looked like a perfect place to really hurt someone and never be heard. But Jeonghan had only been missing for around four hours so hopefully they could get to him before nightfall. “It’s getting cold,” he murmured when Wonwoo joined him beside the patrol car. “Jeonghan hates the cold. He gets cold hands and feet and he isn’t dressed warmly.” “We’ll find him,” Wonwoo said softly as he tried to comfort his friend. “I know,” Seungcheol said but his heart wasn’t in it.

“We can’t go in yet,” Wonwoo said as they waited for backup to arrive. “We don’t know how dangerous he is or if he’s armed.” Seungcheol nodded his agreement. This was so hard. He wanted to run this operation and it was taking all his self-control to contain it. The scar across his chest itched and he rubbed it as he tried to wait. Marked patrol cars began to arrive followed by a black van and a full SWAT team. Wonwoo took over immediately, instructing the SWAT team, directing police into place. And Seungcheol hung back by the patrol car. He wasn’t even armed. He’d never felt so helpless in his life.

He began to walk towards the building and Wonwoo pulled him back. “No way,” he said and Seungcheol shook his grip. “If you think I’m not going in there looking for him then you don’t know me very well,” Seungcheol seethed as Wonwoo grabbed him again. “If you think I’m letting you walk in there with us then you don’t know me very well.” Wonwoo let go of Seungcheol’s shirt but he loomed over him using every inch of his superior height. “You’re a civilian, unarmed, and way too emotionally involved. You wait out here.” 

Seungcheol went to push past him and Wonwoo grabbed him by the collar. “Listen to me. You’re not a cop anymore Cheol. You take one more ing step towards this building and I’ll get my deputy to cuff you. Stay here.”

Seungcheol sighed. He knew Wonwoo was right. The thought of Jeonghan stuck inside the warehouse, cold and hungry, injured and scared, was driving him out of his mind. He couldn’t think straight. He sank back against the patrol car as he watched Wonwoo strap a bulletproof vest on and lead the team inside.

“It’s getting cold in here,” Hansol smiled brightly, almost unner