flutedrum | woosan ✓

25

It was an ordinary day at WONDERLAND's shared house, but the atmosphere had been anything but. Hongjoong and Yunho were practically floating with excitement, constantly sharing sweet texts and voice messages with their respective partners. Even Yeosang, typically reserved, had been glowing ever since he and Jongho got closer. The house was filled with warmth, laughter, and teasing. But amidst all the joy, there was one person who felt completely out of place—San.

San, who had spent the day forcing a smile, couldn't take it anymore. Everyone was so happy, so blissfully in love, and it just made him feel more isolated. His mind kept wandering back to Wooyoung. The connection they once had now felt like a distant memory, and it hurt more than he could put into words. He wanted Wooyoung back, wanted to feel that spark they shared again. But how could he, when this invisible wall kept them apart?

Late that night, when everyone had gone to bed, San found himself pacing restlessly in the hallway. He couldn't sleep, his thoughts consuming him. There was only one person he could talk to at this hour, and he knew exactly where to find him.

San quietly made his way to Yeosang's room. He knocked softly, just in case, but there was no need—Yeosang was awake, sitting at his desk, tapping away on his computer.

"San?" Yeosang looked up, a bit surprised. "Why are you up? It's late."

San shut the door behind him and sat on the edge of Yeosang's bed, running a hand through his hair. "I need you to do something for me. Something...uh-risky."

Yeosang raised an eyebrow, already sensing trouble. "And risky as in what? Hacking?"

"I need you to hack into JWSM Entertainment's company chats," San said bluntly, his voice low but firm.

Yeosang's eyes widened. "Wait—what? San, you can't be serious. That's their company server, not just some social media account. Do you know how dangerous that is? We could all get into serious trouble."

San stood up, his frustration boiling over. "I don't care, Yeosang! I need to know what's going on. They've blocked us out of their lives completely! I've tried everything, but nothing's working. And you—you're happy, Yunho's happy, everyone's happy—except me!"

Yeosang was taken aback by the sudden outburst, but he stayed calm. "San, I get it. You miss Wooyoung, but hacking into their company's servers? That's not the answer."

San's eyes were brimming with desperation. "It is the answer! If we can find out what's going on, maybe we can fix this! We've already lost so much time—if we can figure out a way to get out of this company mess, we can be together again. All of us!"

Yeosang sighed, his hesitation clear. "San, this is really dangerous. There's no guarantee it'll even work."

San's voice cracked. "I don't care. I just—I want Wooyoung back, Yeo. I don't want to keep pretending I'm fine when I'm not. Please. Just...help me."

There was a long pause. Yeosang looked at San, then at his computer. He knew San wouldn't give up, and he hated seeing his friend like this. "Fine," he muttered, finally giving in. "But if this backfires, we're all fucked."

San exhaled, his shoulders relaxing a bit as he nodded. "Thank you, Yeo. I knew I could count on you."

Yeosang got to work, his fingers flying over the keyboard as he navigated the complex firewalls of JWSM Entertainment. San watched in tense silence, pacing behind him as he waited. Minutes passed, and then, finally, Yeosang stopped typing.

"San..." Yeosang's voice was quieter than usual, a mix of disbelief and concern.

San immediately rushed over, leaning in to see the screen. "What? What is it?"

Yeosang hesitated, his face serious as he glanced back at San. "You might wanna take a look at this."