falling into you || woosan

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SEONGHWA'S POV

From where I sat at the table, I watched everyone relax, finally. Laughter filled the air as Jongho and Yeosang shared stories about their relationship—stories that had been hidden for so long but were now out in the open. It felt good, seeing the members listen with smiles on their faces, genuinely happy for the two of them. Even Wooyoung, who had looked a little hurt earlier, was laughing now. The tension from earlier had melted away.

But my eyes couldn't help but drift to the empty chair next to Wooyoung. San's chair. It had been over an hour since he stormed off, and while everyone else seemed to be moving forward, something about the way San reacted earlier kept gnawing at me. I couldn't shake the frustration I felt, the way he snapped at Yeosang, accusing him of things that were unnecessary. I knew it came from a place of hurt, but it still wasn't right.

I sighed quietly, pushing my chair back. "Excuse me for a second," I said, standing up. The others glanced at me, but they didn't ask questions. They were too caught up in the stories to notice much else, thankfully.

As I walked down the hall toward San's room, my frustration grew. I wasn't sure what I was going to say when I got there, but I couldn't just leave things like this. San had a habit of letting his emotions take over, and this wasn't the first time he'd walked away from something instead of facing it. But we couldn't keep doing this—not in moments like this when the group was finally coming together.

I reached his door and paused for a moment. I could feel the tension building inside me, a mix of anger and worry. I knocked softly but firmly. "San, it's me," I called through the door. There was no answer.

I waited for a second, then knocked again, this time louder. "San, open the door."

Still nothing.

I wasn't going to leave this alone, not now. I twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open, stepping inside. San was sitting on the edge of his bed, staring at the floor. His hands were clasped together, elbows resting on his knees. He didn't look up when I entered, but I knew he heard me. The silence in the room was thick, heavy with whatever was going on in his head.

I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorframe. "You want to tell me what that was back there?" I asked, trying to keep my voice even.

He didn't respond right away, just continued staring at the floor. After a moment, he sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. "I don't know, hyung," he muttered, his voice tired.

"That's not good enough, San," I said, my frustration bubbling to the surface. "You can't just blow up like that and walk away."

"I wasn't trying to blow up," he said quietly, finally looking up at me, but there was a defensive edge in his tone. "It just... it hit me wrong, okay?"

"What hit you wrong?" I asked, stepping further into the room. "Yeosang and Jongho telling us about their relationship? Or was it something else?"

He sighed again, louder this time. "It's not just that. It's... everything. Yeosang—he's been touchy with Wooyoung for years, and it just pissed me off, knowing he had a boyfriend the whole time."

I could feel my temper rising. "You're not listening to yourself. You're mad at the wrong person here. Yeosang's not the problem. This is about you, about your insecurities with Wooyoung. You need to stop taking it out on Yeosang."

San looked up at me sharply, his eyes flashing with a mix of anger and something else—hurt, maybe. "You think I don't know that? You think I don't know it's me? But that doesn't make it any easier, okay? I just... I don't know how to deal with it sometimes."