falling into you || woosan

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SAN'S POV

As soon as Yeosang left, the door clicking shut behind him, I finally let out the breath I had been holding. The room felt empty, the silence pressing in on me, amplifying the storm of emotions swirling inside. I sank down onto the floor, my back against the mirrored wall, and buried my face in my hands.

The tears came then, the ones I had tried so hard to hold back in front of Yeosang. I didn't want him to see me like this, didn't want him to know how much he and Wooyoung had broken me. But now that I was alone, I couldn't stop them. They flowed freely, the pent-up pain and frustration spilling out as I leaned back against the wall, my body shaking with sobs.

I sat there in the empty practice room, feeling hollowed out and exhausted. There was a new ache in my chest—a different kind of hurt, one that twisted and festered the more I thought about what Yeosang had confessed.

They did it on purpose.

The words echoed in my mind, each time stabbing deeper. I couldn't believe it, didn't want to believe it. But Yeosang's admission was clear, raw with regret and guilt. He and Wooyoung had played a game with me, intentionally trying to get a reaction. And they had no idea how much I was hurting—how close I was to the edge.

A part of me wanted to be angry, to let the rage consume me because it would be easier to handle than the crushing sadness. But instead, all I felt was an overwhelming sense of betrayal, like the ground had been ripped out from under me again. The two people I cared about most in the world had been toying with my emotions, pushing me further into a darkness I was barely surviving in.

I thought back to those weeks—how it felt like my entire world was crashing down around me, how Wooyoung ignored me, only clinging to Yeosang like I didn't even exist. Every time they laughed together, every touch, every whispered conversation between them, it tore me apart. And now, knowing it was all a game... it made the pain so much worse.

I remembered the nights when I couldn't bear being alone, the suffocating silence that only amplified the ache in my chest. Seonghwa had been my only anchor, the one person who could see past the mask I was wearing. He would stay with me, his presence the only thing that kept me from falling apart completely. But even he didn't know the full extent of how much I was hurting, how I felt like I was drowning in my own despair while they were laughing at my expense.

And all this time, they were doing it on purpose. How could they not see what they were doing to me? How could they be so blind to my pain?

The hurt festered, spreading like poison through my veins. I felt the walls closing in, the weight of everything pressing down on me until I could barely breathe. I needed to get out of there, needed to escape before the emotions crushed me completely.

I stood up on shaky legs, my body heavy with exhaustion and grief. The practice room felt too small, too suffocating. I needed air, needed to get as far away from this place as I could.

I didn't grab my bag, I left it on a nearby chair, and walked out, my steps unsteady as I made my way down the hallway. The silence was deafening, each step echoing like a drumbeat in my ears. All I could think about was how everything had been a lie—how the people I trusted had betrayed me in the cruelest way possible.

The anger I wanted to feel never came. Instead, there was only sadness, a deep, bone-weary sorrow that made it hard to breathe. I kept replaying Yeosang's words in my head, the way his voice had cracked with guilt, the way he had apologized over and over. But it didn't change what they had done, didn't take away the pain that was now clawing at my insides.

By the time I made it outside, the cool night air hit me, but it didn't do anything to clear my head. I kept walking, not knowing where I was going, just needing to get away. The streets were quiet, the city lights blurred by the tears that still clung to my lashes.

I felt so lost, so completely and utterly lost. Everything I thought I knew, everything I had tried to hold on to—it was all gone, shattered by the revelation of their game. How could I ever look at them the same way again? How could I trust them, knowing what they had done?

I wanted to scream, to cry, to do something to let out the pain, but all I could do was keep walking, my mind spinning with the weight of it all. I didn't know where I was going or what I was going to do. All I knew was that I couldn't stay here, couldn't face them, not after everything that had just come to light.

I didn't stop walking until my legs finally gave out, and I found myself sitting on a bench in some quiet corner of the city, my body trembling as the reality of it all sank in. The hurt was so deep, so raw, and I didn't know how I was going to get through this.

All I knew was that I needed time—time to process, time to heal, time to figure out how to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart.