That odd sense of restlessness triggering the warning in his subconsciousness and coursing through his senses, is one which Yunho is unable to explain, as he plummets into a state of anxiety. 

Driving along the sidewalk, he practically scans the area with his gaze, making sure that he isn’t missing out on any possible details or traces of his model. The frustration of searching without a single clue is gnawing away any bit of his rationality and he parks the car along the road, settling on the decision to search the valleys and secluded corners around this area. He doesn’t pay much attention to the voice that emerges round a corner right ahead of him until he picks up the keywords of being a ’cocky model’, and something goes off in the back of his subconscious; pushing himself forward, step by step before he breaks into a run. The words are swallowed back as he pauses abruptly and possibly awkwardly, in front of a woman – whose top is hanging low with a pair of shorts which barely covers half of her thighs as she’s pinned against the wall by a sturdy man with tattoos decorating his arms.

Throwing a quick apology, he turns out of the corner before the strangers are given any chance to respond. The relief that follows is dismissed almost instantly as he continues his search around the area, turning into the various valleys along the dimly-lit pathway, working as if he has a radar in his mind. It’s probably not such a good idea to rely solely on gut feelings, but this is a hint itself, at the very least. 

His thoughts are scattered into the darkness as a figure bumps into him, just when he steps into another one of those valleys. Instincts tell him that this is another one of those awkward situations which he has walked into earlier, except this one in his arms is a tad too familiar for him to simply brush off; the physique, the whimper, and that scent – the one which Yunho has personally picked out and instructed his model to use – no he can’t be wrong on this one. Realization dawns upon him as he shifts his gaze down just in time to meet yours, relief washing over his anxiety at that very moment. Changmin. 

There isn’t time to rejoice, however, that Yunho’s finally found his model, who’s thankfully still in one piece aside from the trauma that’s written across his features, when the man behind Changmin charges in their direction, and it barely takes a second for Yunho to figure that his model’s sharp tongue was probably a major reason for this. Swiftly reeling Changmin close with an arm wrapped tightly around the waist, Yunho leaves the man to charge right into a group of cops that he’s called over just a while ago, before he finally has the opportunity to divert his attention back to Changmin who has been practically clinging onto him for the past five minutes or so. Overwhelmed by various unfathomable emotions, Yunho holds the other tightly in an arm as he presses his cheek against your temple, pausing for a brief moment before bringing up his other hand to pat the back of your head reassuringly, breathing a sigh that’s almost inaudible. 

“It’s gonna be ok.”