Unconditionally (BOOK 3)

Irreplaceable

Wooyoung's POV:

"I don't understand why you can't just stay if you'll be back here for the New Year's Eve party." Goodbyes are never fun, no matter who you are.

"Um, did you forget it's like my biggest photoshoot ever in a couple days?" He smiled.

"Actually, yesterday was because it was with me." I crossed my arms and dramatically looked away from him. "I cannot believe you're going to be on the cover of Vogue before me."

"Wooyoungie, you were in Vogue last year."

I slapped my hand over my mouth, completely forgetting that I absolutely was on the cover. When you do so many photoshoots and you're with different people and different photographers every time, you tend to lose track.

"Whatever you do, don't look better than me."

"Couldn't if I tried." He winked.

"Dickhead." I mumbled and slapped his arm. "I guess I'll see you in a couple weeks then."

"Yes, you most certainly will." He nodded and gave me a tight hug. "It's always good to see everyone. Tell your mom I said hi."

"Of course."

After that, we parted ways and I was on my way back home. I was much more relaxed from yesterday. Although what I did was pretty dramatic, I felt like I didn't have much of a choice. Felix and San keep butting heads and Hyunjin chose not to tell me that San put his hands on him again. Children, I live with actual children.

When I got home, I was expecting to see Hyunjin and Felix on the couch. But instead, it was San waving me over with two bowls of ice cream, a paused TV with the Sorcerer's Stone, and the fireplace still burning.

"Sannie." My heart sank once I saw the fear in his eyes. All he ever tries to do is make me happy. He's too good to me even when I don't deserve it sometimes. Truth be told, I'm really not the same person he fell in love with, but he's still stayed through it all.

"I'm sorry." He squeezed me tight, lightly gripping my hair as he desperately wanted to be closer. "I'm so, so sorry." He pressed a rather forceful but loving kiss to my cheek and pulled me onto his lap. When each of my legs were at his sides, he kissed my lips and wrapped his arms around my waist. "I love you so much, I'm sorry."

"Sannie, it's okay." I held onto the sides of his face and started to tear up. I guess I've finally hit a breaking point. I'm so stressed and afraid every single day of my life, I feel like I can't catch a break even just for a second. "I love you too."

"Why are you crying?" San hated when I cried, especially nowadays. I've become numb and desensitized to so many things around me because I have to, not because I want to. I force myself to be okay and tell myself every day that it's been worse in the past.

"Because I can't do this anymore, Sannie, I just can't." He rubbed my back and rested my head down on his shoulder, then put a blanket over me. "I'm doing everything I can so I don't feel like this anymore, but nothing's working. I feel like a fucking loser."

"Wooyoungie, you're not a loser. You're the furthest thing from one."

"San, I feel like I'm losing my mind. Jungkook can handle this, all the other models I've met can handle this. So why can't I?"

"Because they don't work as hard as you."

"I wish I wasn't naturally like that. I don't know how to half ass anything and it stresses me out even more. When I signed that contract, I must not have read the fine fucking print like an idiot. I've been staying in Seoul, but I feel like I'm working more now than I ever have. This isn't what I wanted."