Seonghwa was tense the entire drive home as he switched between watching Wooyoung and watching the road behind them to see if anyone was following them.

Yeosang would check in too, stating he didn't see anything out of the ordinary, but Seonghwa knew he couldn't be too careful.

Not after who he saw down there...

He was terrified, and he could tell that Wooyoung was too.

All Seonghwa could see was the sneer on his face as he looked at Wooyoung. It was like he had recognized him... And then to order his guards...

It made Seonghwa's blood boil.

The ride was silent as everyone absorbed what just happened. It felt like they had lost again, even though they had kind of succeeded in preventing the bank from being robbed.

Hongjoong had already called in another team to survey the damage and work on getting things cleaned up. He promised he would be by later to help after he made sure everyone else was ok.

When Yunho finally pulled into their garage, both Yeosang and Jongho were waiting for them, anxious looks on their faces.

"Don't go anywhere, we all need to talk and then I need to leave." Hongjoong said as he moved off Mingi's lap and opened the door.

Seonghwa helped San sit up and out the van, right into Yunho's waiting arms. The older cringed when he saw San's arm and lifted him up by his waist to place him on a workbench.

Yeosang hurried over with a first aid kit and the two of them worked to clean and bandage San's arm. "You were right, Seonghwa, it wasn't deep thankfully." Yeosang said, turning to reassure the others.

Everyone's shoulders seemed to relax a little at his words.

But then Hongjoong sighed and ruffled his hair. "What happened out there, San?"

Everyone turned to the boy, making him flinch for just a second, but then he straightened up and looked at Hongjoong. "They tried to come back. They were telling me to get out of there like... Like they knew what was going to happen." He looked up at Yunho, suddenly looking very scared. The taller placed a hand over his and squeezed gently. "And then when they started talking about the bomb I got scared and... I was gone, but only for a second. I think the explosion scrambled everything and I was able to gain control again, but by then it was too late... That's why I started fighting. They were coming at me and at Wooyoung..."

"I don't fault you for that. I don't think we would have made it out without a fight. Not with the building collapsing around us." Hongjoong gave San a reassuring smile. "I'm just glad to see that we are all, mostly, ok. San, Wooyoung, Mingi, you held your own out there and I'm really proud of you. And Seonghwa and Yunho, I don't think we could have done this without your support at the end." Hongjoong looked at each in turn.

Seonghwa had to force himself to keep eye contact. He didn't feel like he had helped... Not really...

"Jongho and Yeosang, you're eyes on the screen was a big help."

"I couldn't of done it without Jongho." Yeosang said, beaming at the younger, who blushed a little. "There was so much going on I had a hard time staying focused on everything."

Hongjoong nodded and sighed once more. "Alright, I need to get back out there and do my other job." He said, laughing nervously as he went to the wall with their keys.

Mingi beat him there. "I'll drive."

The older didn't protest and turned to face the others. "Take some time to relax and collect your thoughts. I have a feeling we are going to be really busy soon now that we've been seen. I know they don't know who we are, but it will be known that we exist now."

Seonghwa nodded once, but his senses told him to look at Wooyoung. The younger was standing at the back of the group, looking down at the ground. He was trembling a little bit.

"I don't know about you guys, but I need a coffee and some food." Yunho said as they watched Mingi pull out of the garage.

Seonghwa couldn't help but chuckle along with the others. Food would be good.

Yunho helped San off the workbench and the two walked into the house hand in hand, followed shortly by Wooyoung.

Jongho and Yeosang said they would get started on some food, and get Yunho's coffee machine set up, while the others went to clean up.

Seonghwa stayed where he was. Once again he say his face while standing partway in his car. Growling, Seonghwa tried to take a deep breath to calm his racing heart. He had that man, with every fiber of his being.

And yet he still couldn't bring himself to shoo the man... He couldn't kill his own father.

He could have done it to. The first time being when he saw his father step out of the truck to go into the bank. But Seonghwa had been so stunned that he froze up.

Then he could have shot his father when he looked at Wooyoung. But once again his finger froze on the trigger.

He had no problem shooting the two thugs though. Seonghwa thought he had even recognized one of them, but that didn't matter. All he had been able to see was Wooyoung frozen under his father's gaze.

Seonghwa feared what that meant... His father had recognized Wooyoung by just looking at the upper half of his face.

The gunman roared and slammed his fists against the workbench. How could this have happened? Of all the times for Wooyoung's hat to get knocked off!

Wooyoung...

Seonghwa ran inside. He had been so focused on his own anger that he had completely forgotten the look on the younger's face as Hongjoong told them they all did a good job.

The younger's room was empty and so was the showers. Seonghwa ran back to the kitchen. He wasn't there either...

Yeosang and Jongho turned around from where they were leaning over the stove. "Are you ok?" The older asked, looking concerned.

"Did you see where Wooyoung went?"

A look of amusement crossed Yeosang's as he said, "I know he followed us inside, but I just saw him go down the hallway."

Seonghwa slapped the wall and ran back through the house. He had an awful feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"Seonghwa! What's going on?" Jongho called from the kitchen.

The older ignored him, looking in each room he passed.

If his fear really was correct, he was scared to think about what was running through Wooyoung's head right now. All he wanted to do was find him and make sure he was ok.

Make sure he was safe...

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Hongjoong pinched the bridge of his nose as he listened to the report being recited to him by the head officer.

Several bodies were found and identified as part of the Wolf Pack. Hongjoong cleared up that it was him and his men that took them out, they were trying to prevent a robbery.

There was no sign of the vault even being damaged by the explosion. Which was impressive, but he also hoped it meant the Wolf Pack's plans were foiled.

Although he had no doubt they would try again.

"Can we get a list of what is kept down there? I don't care what kind of warrants we need. I need to know what's down there so we can prepare for the next attempt. And get me a full blueprint of the underground vaults too."

"Yes, Sir." The officer said before hurrying away.

Hongjoong sighed and went over to where Mingi was studying the vault door. "Do you know what it is made of?"

The taller shook his head, his mouth slightly open in wonder. "No. I've... I've never seen anything like this." He placed a hand on the door. "It's... It's untouched. And this lock, I don't even know if I could begin to crack it. Maybe if I could focus on it, and only it, for as long as it took..."

Hongjoong scowled at the door. None of this set well with him at all. Normally he was good at solving problems, but nothing seemed to line up with this.

"Joong... What are you thinking?" Mingi asked, lowering his hand to brush their fingers together for a second before putting his hand in his pocket.

Hongjoong shot him a quick, grateful smile. They had already discussed keeping their relationship under wraps while with the rest of the police force. He didn't want it to tarnish his reputation as chief and thankfully Mingi agreed with it. He was actually the one who suggested it.

But that didn't stop Hongjoong from wanting to feel Mingi's arms around him. He was so stressed right now... And part of him was worried Seonghwa was hiding something. Even a blank look could say a lot about a person, and the way he kept looking at Wooyoung...

Mingi had said awhile ago that he felt like Seonghwa and Wooyoung would end up getting together. Maybe he was right. It was obvious that the gunner cared for Wooyoung. He proved it tonight by going straight to Wooyoung first when he got in the van.

But that look... Seonghwa knew something about the scared look on the younger's face. Hongjoong would find out at some point.

"Chief?" An officer came up to him and held out a phone.

Hongjoong took it and held it to his hear. "This is Chief Kim."

"Hongjoong, it's Agent Yeo. Would you care to explain why the biggest bank in our city has been blown up?!" Even through the phone, Hongjoong could tell just how upset his new boss was.

"It was hit by the mafia. We went to try and prevent it, but by the time we got there the explosives were already set. We managed to take down most of the men, and we are working on trying to figure out what they wanted from the bank. Nothing was taken though."

The agent sighed heavily. "I thought this team was supposed to prevent things like this Kim."

"It is. But we can't just go busting down doors, Sir. Yeosang picked up the intel and we went in as prepared as we could, but there's only so much we can do."

The line was silent for a long time. "I expect a statement from each one of you on my desk Monday. Get this figured out or you're through." Agent Yeo snapped before hanging up.

Hongjoong groaned and handed the phone back to the officer.

"Is everything ok?" Mingi asked quietly once the other man left.

"No. My boss is ticked off that this happened and wants a report from each of us."

Mingi's gaze softened a little as he gave a sympathetic smile. "He can't be too mad, we couldn't have prevented this. I'm sure once he see's Yeosang's data he will come around."

Hongjoong glanced up at the thief and felt his heart skip a beat. "Thanks Min. Alright, let's finish up here and go home."

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The cold air felt good on his face. It was refreshing and helped to chase away the pounding headache he had had ever since getting in the van.

But it didn't help enough.

He could still hear the voice in his head.

It degraded him.

Called him awful things.

He didn't want to hear it anymore...

It hurt to much.

And he didn't want to hurt anyone else either.

He knew he could lose control, especially with this.

The fear was to strong...

And he was too weak...

He always would be.

How could he be strong after what happened to him?

How could he be expected to come back from that?

It would haunt him forever.

Unless...

Unless he made it so nothing and no one could ever hurt him again...

The breeze...

It felt so good as he looked down from his perch on the balcony.