falling into you || woosan

~76~

YEOSANG'S POV

I barely slept a wink. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was Seonghwa's face—his shocked expression when he caught Jongho and me in the kitchen last night. My mind kept racing, playing out every possible scenario. What if Seonghwa told Hongjoong? What if he brought it up in front of the others? I couldn't shake the anxiety gnawing at me.

When I finally forced myself out of bed, I was a mess. My hands were shaky, and my mind was so distracted that I kept misplacing things and dropping whatever I touched. I fumbled with my toothbrush, then knocked over a glass of water, and every little mistake only made my heart pound harder in my chest.

"Yeosang, you okay?" Jongho asked, his voice soft but concerned as he stepped up behind me. He gently rubbed my back, and for a moment, the tension in my shoulders eased just from his touch. "You've been off all morning."

"I'm fine," I mumbled, though it was a lie, and we both knew it. Jongho didn't push. Instead, he just pulled me into a hug, holding me close for a second. It helped. His warmth, his steady presence—it always calmed me, even when I felt like my world was crumbling.

Eventually, we left our room, heading toward the living room. The entire time, I couldn't stop myself from looking around nervously, my eyes searching for Seonghwa. I half expected him to be waiting there, ready to confront us. Jongho must have noticed my unease because he leaned over and asked, "Where's Seonghwa? Is he around?"

Yunho was sprawled out on the couch, scrolling through his phone. "He left with Hongjoong earlier," he replied casually, not even looking up.

I felt a wave of relief wash over me. For now, there wouldn't be any awkward confrontation. Jongho gave me a reassuring smile, and I managed a small one back, though the knot in my stomach hadn't completely untangled.

One by one, the others trickled out of the dorm. San and Wooyoung left together, laughing about something I couldn't quite catch. Mingi and Yunho were the last to leave, teasing each other as they grabbed their things and headed out the door.

Once the dorm was empty, it was just Jongho and me. I exhaled slowly, finally feeling like I could breathe. We didn't have anything major planned today, just some light practice later, so we had the day to ourselves for a while.

We lounged around on the couch, enjoying the peace and quiet. Jongho wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close to his side. His hand gently rubbed circles on my arm, and I let myself relax into him, the steady rhythm of his touch slowly unwinding the tension in my body.

Before long, the warmth of his embrace and the quiet of the empty dorm lulled me into sleep. I nuzzled into his chest, letting my eyes flutter shut. Jongho stayed awake, his focus shifting to the TV, but I knew he wouldn't mind me dozing off like this. It was rare that we got these quiet moments together, without worrying about who might walk in or whether we were being too obvious.

For the first time all day, I felt a little bit of peace, safe in Jongho's arms.

Soon, Jongho gently shook me awake. "Hey, babe, it's time to go," he whispered softly, his voice pulling me from the comfortable warmth of sleep. I blinked a few times, still groggy, before sitting up and rubbing my eyes.

We got ready quickly and headed out to the car. Jongho, as usual, took the driver's seat while I settled into the passenger side. The drive was quiet at first, just the low hum of the engine and the faint music playing from the radio. But as we got closer to the company, I could feel that familiar anxiety creeping back in.

My leg started bouncing uncontrollably, my mind racing with thoughts of what Seonghwa might say or do when we finally saw him. Would he confront us? Would he tell the others? I couldn't stop the spiraling thoughts, and it felt like the walls were closing in.