Unconditionally (BOOK 3)

After The Storm

"Wake up." San lightly shook me.

"I'm up." I groaned, slowly opening my eyes. I turned to my left and smiled fondly at my sleeping fiancé. But when I looked up at San and Wooyoung, I nearly gasped. They both looked like they just fought in a war. Their eyes were bloodshot, San was somehow sweating, and Wooyoung had bruises on his arm. "The fuck happened to you two?"

"Can we talk?" Wooyoung asked. I got out of their bed and followed him to my old room. We both sat in silence, waiting for one of us to say something.

"Are you guys okay?"

"I plead temporary insanity." He sighed.

"Yeah, I think you lost it for a bit." I smiled softly.

"Do you hate me?" He nervously asked.

I thought it was the most ridiculous question he may have ever asked me in his entire life. I'm really trying to think and nothing seems to top it. I'd typically tease him and make a joke, but I know he needs that reassurance at a time like now.

"Never." I shook my head. "You're my best friend."

"Does Felix hate me?"

"He barely even knows what's going on. San texted him that I fainted and he needed to come over because it was an emergency."

"How did he even know?" I'm assuming he was referring to his own situation.

"Another model knew and told him."

"Who?"

"Sana, I think."

"Makes sense. She was always nice to me." He started to spin his wedding ring which was now back on his finger. "Now that he knows, it actually feels ten times worse."

"Because it feels more real?"

Wooyoung nodded, still looking down at his hand. "Did I have a mental breakdown? Is that what you call tonight?"

"Yeah, pretty much. Have you been taking your medication?"

"No, I stopped once I went back to the company because I thought I could handle it."

"How does San feel about everything?"

"One step away from slamming his face through a brick wall, but still holding on."

"Told you."

"I still don't like that he knows."

"Do you feel as guilty though?"

"Yeah. I actually feel even more guilty now."

"Did you tell him about the other thing too?" I was really hoping he knew what I was referring to, but the chances are slim. I'm sure his brain is scattered and the only thing that could repair it is a lot of sleep.

"What other thing?" It was worth a shot.

"You being suicidal." I mumbled.

"Yeah." He nodded. "There's something I want to do this weekend and I want you and San to come with me. I wish Jungkook was here, otherwise I'd drag him along too." At the mention of our friend's name, I knew what he wanted to do. Visit Jimin and his father's graves. He's actually never been, which I find surprising.

"I'll be there." I took his hand and squeezed it tight once he rested his head on my shoulder. "For the record, you're one of the main reasons why I want to stay alive. You make it worth living."

"Don't say stuff like that, I'll start crying again." He smiled. It made me happy and a bit relieved to see some joy in his face. I wish I knew how badly he was hurting this whole time. But now that we know the truth, it all makes sense. The overwhelming stress wasn't the job, it was the secret he had kept. Sure, it's all connected. But he knows that's the real reason. I bet he's been trying to put all his attention on me and my issues as a way to distract himself from his biggest problem.