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{ 𝑻𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑮𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮- 𝑬𝑿𝑷𝑳𝑰𝑪𝑰𝑻 𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑺}

As the week passed by quickly, I found myself becoming increasingly exhausted from writing. With no break in sight, I struggled to find time to rest and rejuvenate myself. Unfortunately, things got even worse when I realized that I had neglected to speak with Wooyoung for an entire week.

Feeling guilty and ashamed, I reached out to him, but he ignored my messages. I knew that I had hurt him by leaving him hanging for so long, and the thought weighed heavily on my mind.

As I tried to focus on my work, I found it hard to concentrate with the weight of my mistake bearing down on me. I felt like I had let both myself and Wooyoung down, and I couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment.

As I struggled with the guilt and shame of neglecting my relationship with Wooyoung, I couldn't help but think about how important my work was to me. Writing was not just a job, it was my passion and my livelihood. I had deadlines to meet and clients to satisfy, and it was hard to find time for anything else.

At the same time, I knew that Wooyoung had been working hard too, between photoshoots and interviews. He had always been supportive of my work, and I felt like I had let him down by not being there for him when he needed me.

The hate towards Wooyoung seemed to only intensify despite our intervention. It was disheartening to see that even my publishers and management were giving up in the fight against the fans. I couldn't help but feel defeated as I threw my glasses onto the desk and rubbed my face with a grunt.

Standing up from my desk, I made my way towards the window and looked out with a heavy sigh. The rain fell in a steady rhythm, matching the weight of my thoughts. It seemed like things were getting out of control, and Wooyoung had distanced himself from me.

I threw my head back and groaned, rubbing my neck in frustration. I sat down on the sofa just as Jong-Ho stepped inside and closed the door behind him. I looked up sleepily, and he rolled his eyes.

"You both are fucking annoying, can you talk already?" he said, and I let out a heavy sigh.

"I didn't do anything wrong. I have to work," I said, feeling angry.

"You ignored him for a fucking week, the worst week of his life. You really don't fucking get it," Jong-Ho hissed, and I looked down.

"I know, but I can't just drop everything. You know how important this book is to me," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Jong-Ho sat down next to me, placing a hand on my shoulder. "I know, but you need to find a balance. Wooyoung deserves your attention too."

I nodded slowly, feeling guilty. "I'll talk to him. I'll make it right," I promised.

Jong-Ho patted my shoulder before standing up. "Good. Because if you don't, I might have to kick your ass myself," he joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Jong-Ho patted my knee and looked out the window with a heavy sigh before looking back at me. I stood up from the sofa, grabbing my jacket, and he frowned gently.

"Where are you going?" he asked, and I took my car keys.

"To talk to Wooyoung," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.