Unconditionally (BOOK 3)

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The nightmare has officially begun and I don't think any of us expected it to be this bad. So bad, in fact, that Wooyoung fainted and we're still trying to wake him up.

"How did this even happen?" I stressed, rushing from the kitchen to the living room to put a wet towel on my best friend's forehead.

"I think 'why' is the better question." San sighed, trying to wake up his husband.

"Wouldn't this make everything so much worse for ESteem?"

"Yeah, so then that leads us to the next question."

"Who." We both said simultaneously.

Everything got leaked online. The security footage of every single assault, as well as San beating the shit out of Park Beomjoon. It's all out there for everyone to see. There must've been someone on the inside with access. I bet they were waiting for the right moment. I guess San gave it to them.

"San!" Yeosang rushed in through the front door. "San, where's Wooyoung? Is he okay?" He was in a state of panic that I've never seen before. "Oh my god." He gasped, seeing Wooyoung passed out on the couch. "Step aside." San and I backed away, letting Yeosang try his methods.

"Yeosang, what the fuck!" San shouted.

Somehow, neither of us were expecting him to slap Wooyoung across the face with all his strength.

"Fuck!" Wooyoung jolted awake, trying to catch his breath. "What the fuck happened?"

"Baby, come here." San pulled him onto his lap and held him close.

"Am I dreaming?"

"No, this is real." I sighed. "It's out there."

Wooyoung started to gag so I rushed to the bathroom, grabbed the garbage can, and ran back just in time.

"I'm not watching that." San shook his head, overwhelmingly disgusted.

"I did." Yeosang mumbled.

I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket nonstop. It was mom so I knew I had to answer. All our friends have been texting me as well, but I have no time to answer them. Felix would be an exception, but he's currently filming so he has absolutely no clue what's going on.

"I'll be right back." I walked outside to take the call. "Hey." Wooyoung's car was unlocked so I went into the glove compartment and took out his lighter and cigarettes. I've never been so desperate to smoke in my life.

"Hyunjin, where is my son?" She could hardly speak between her sobs.

"He's home. He fainted so San and Yeosang are taking care of him right now." I deeply inhaled, realizing a single cigarette won't help me. I can tell I need something stronger, but I'm fighting to resist the urge.

"I'll be there soon." Then she hung up the phone. I really hope she didn't watch it, but I'm sure she did.

The curiosity was killing me so I searched it up. It'll most likely be taken down by tonight.

"Oh my god." I gasped with tears welling in my eyes. I'm glad there wasn't any sound because I can see him screaming. When his body went limp, I felt like I was going to vomit. It was like watching a dead body. I couldn't watch any more. So I looked for the security footage of San almost killing the man. After seeing what really happened to Wooyoung, he should've.

I've never seen San like this before. There was no way Mr. Park could've won that fight. When you're that enraged, there's nothing that can stop you. Except for the security guards and police officers who stormed in and took San away. Four men. It took four men to drag him out of that room. They had to tase him because he wouldn't stop struggling.