Yeongsoo's phone buzzed in his pocket, interrupting the peaceful moment as he stood near Haeun. He glanced over at Haeun, still resting on the couch, his face serene despite the nausea earlier. Sighing, he pulled the phone out and answered the call, his voice sharp.
"What is it?" he asked, he didn't need anyone to tell him something had gone wrong.
"Boss, we've got a problem," came the tense voice of his right-hand man, Sangwoo. "The authorities are poking around the docks, asking questions. The shipment is stuck, and the men are getting jittery. We need your call on this."
Yeongsoo's expression hardened instantly. "I thought you had it handled."
"We did, but things escalated. There's too much heat, and if we don't move fast, we could lose the entire shipment. We're holding down the warehouse, but if you don't get here soon, it could blow up."
Yeongsoo clenched his jaw, the frustration evident in the tightness of his voice. "How bad is it?"