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The past week had been a complete and utter nightmare. I had been running from one photoshoot to the next, barely managing to keep up with the work. Every day was a blur of makeup, costumes, and endless posing. By the end of it, I was mentally drained, barely able to muster the energy to get out of bed in the morning.

But work wasn't the only thing that was weighing on me. My personal life was in shambles. Most of my friendships had fallen by the wayside, and my attempts at dating were a disaster. I had moved to Korea with high hopes and grand ambitions, but now it felt like everything was slipping away.

To make matters worse, there was a constant stream of hate online about my relationship with Choi San. It seemed like no matter what we did, someone was always ready to criticize us. I loved him with all my heart, but the pressure was starting to take a toll.

And then came our first argument. It wasn't even about anything important, just a silly disagreement over something trivial. But it felt like the end of the world. The distance between us seemed to grow, and I couldn't help but wonder if I was in the wrong place, with the wrong person, doing the wrong things.

Once again, I found myself pulling away from those around me. I knew it wasn't healthy, but I was just too tired to deal with anyone or anything. Even my family was starting to worry, and Yunho had reached out to San in an attempt to get through to me.

I knew that I couldn't keep going like this forever, but the idea of facing my problems head-on was just too overwhelming. All I wanted to do was curl up in bed and shut out the world.

But I couldn't do that. I had commitments to fulfill before returning to America, and I couldn't let my exhaustion and depression get in the way of that. The thought of being away from San for four months was almost too much to bear, but I couldn't bring myself to tell him. I knew how much it would hurt him, and I didn't want to add to his worries.

As I stumbled out of the building, my agent followed behind me. I gripped onto the wall, lowering my head and taking deep breaths. She knelt down beside me, looking up at me with concern.

"Go home, Wooyoung," she said, her voice full of worry. I took a deep breath and barely nodded.

I stood up, feeling heavy, and stumbled towards the car. My breath was labored, and my agent looked at me with concern.

"You really need to see a doctor, Wooyoung," she said, but I shook my head.

"NO," I said quickly, my voice raised. I couldn't bear the thought of going to a doctor and being told that something was seriously wrong with me. I just needed some time to rest and recover on my own.

As we drove home, my mind raced with thoughts of all the stress and pressure I had been under. The constant hate and criticism from fans had taken a toll on me, and my personal life was in shambles. I knew I had to get away and take a break from it all, but the thought of leaving San behind for four months was unbearable.

When we arrived home, I collapsed onto the couch, feeling drained and exhausted. I couldn't help but wonder if I was really cut out for this life in the spotlight. Maybe it was time for me to step away and focus on my own well-being, even if it meant leaving everything behind.

I heard a knock on the door, and without waiting for my response, Yunho and Jong-Ho barged inside, their worried expressions telling me that they had something important to talk about. I groaned inwardly, feeling tired and drained after a long day of photoshoots.