broken glass | woosan

~30~

3RD PERSON POV

San glanced at Hongjoong, confusion etched on his face. "What do you mean you took care of it?"

Hongjoong took a deep breath, meeting San's eyes with a determined look. "I confirmed your relationship on a live stream. I exposed the CEO's mistreatment. If one of us goes down, we all go down together."

Wooyoung's eyes widened in disbelief, his voice rising with emotion. "Why would you do that, Hongjoong? This could ruin everything! Our careers, our futures... How could you make that decision without talking to us first?"

Hongjoong's expression softened, but his resolve remained firm. "I couldn't stand by and watch you both suffer in silence. The fans deserve to know the truth, and we deserve to be treated with respect. This isn't just about you two; it's about all of us standing up against unfair treatment."

Wooyoung shook his head, his frustration boiling over. "I didn't want to drag you all into our mess. This was our problem to deal with, not yours. I can't believe you did this without consulting us."

Seonghwa, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up, his voice shaky. "I... I don't know what to think. This could change everything for us, for better or worse. But... maybe Hongjoong is right. Maybe it's time we stood up for ourselves."

San took a deep breath, trying to process everything. "So, what do we do now? What's our next move?"

Wooyoung clenched his fists, his face a mix of anger and hurt. "I can't do this right now. I need some space." He turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, leaving the others in stunned silence.

Hongjoong watched him go, a look of regret crossing his face. "I didn't mean to push him away. I thought I was doing the right thing."

San couldn't just sit there and watch Wooyoung leave like that. He quickly followed him out of the room, catching up just as Wooyoung reached the end of the hallway.

"Wooyoung, wait!" San called out, his voice filled with concern.

Wooyoung stopped but didn't turn around. "San, I need some time alone."

San stepped closer, his voice softer now. "I get that you're upset, but running away won't solve anything. Let's talk about this."

Wooyoung finally turned to face him, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "San, this isn't just about us anymore. Hongjoong dragged everyone into our mess. I didn't want that."

San sighed, reaching out to gently hold Wooyoung's hand. "I know, but we're a team. We've always faced everything together. This is no different. We can get through this, but not if you shut us out."

Wooyoung looked down at their intertwined hands, his anger slowly giving way to the comfort of San's presence. "I just... I don't want to hurt anyone else."

San pulled him into a tight hug. "We'll figure it out, okay?"

Wooyoung nodded against San's shoulder, finally allowing himself to relax. "Okay."

Wooyoung wasn't gonna let them all go down. "I'm gonna go practice. I need to clear my head some," he said. San looked at him with concern in his eyes. "Are you sure dancing will help clear your head?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.

Wooyoung nodded, trying to muster a reassuring smile. "Yeah, I just need some time to think. I'll be fine, San," he said softly, leaning in to give San a small kiss on the lips.

San sighed, still not entirely convinced. "Alright, but don't push yourself too hard, okay? If you need to talk, I'm here."

Wooyoung squeezed San's hand gently. "I know, and thank you. I'll be back soon," he promised before turning to leave.