Daeho's laughter rolled through the ruined street, deep and rumbling, before cutting off entirely, like a switch had flipped.
His grin vanished. His chest rose and fell in one slow, deliberate breath. Muscle twitched along his forearms, veins darkening beneath the surface, not the full transformation yet, just the edge of it, enough to show his patience was already thinning.
"You really don't know when to shut up, do you," he said, voice stripped of the earlier amusement, razor-edged now.
Jin didn't answer. He rolled his shoulders, exhaling slow through his nose.
Daejung and the third man flanked Daeho without moving, still as statues, unnervingly calm, like they already knew exactly how this ended.
