falling into you || woosan

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WOOYOUNG'S POV

The next morning, I woke up to a loud, persistent knock at our door. I groaned, turning over in bed as San stirred beside me. I heard Hongjoong's voice from the other side.

"Get up and get dressed. Meet in the living room."

I blinked in confusion, glancing at the clock. It was way too early for this. We still had hours before practice, so whatever this was, it wasn't planned. San sat up, rubbing his eyes, looking just as confused as I felt.

"What's going on?" he mumbled, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

I shrugged. "No idea."

Reluctantly, we got out of bed and dressed quickly, exchanging quiet, tired glances. Something felt off. Hongjoong didn't usually wake us up like this unless something was really wrong.

When we stepped into the living room, the atmosphere was heavy. Everyone was already there, sitting on the couch, their expressions a mix of worry and confusion. Hongjoong stood in front of the TV, arms crossed, looking unusually serious. The first thing I noticed was that Seonghwa wasn't there.

San and I exchanged a glance before finding a spot to sit. The tension was thick, and nobody seemed to know what was going on. My heart started to race a little as I thought about last night, wondering if this had something to do with the vase or the argument.

I looked around again, feeling the absence of Seonghwa even more. His spot on the couch was glaringly empty. I swallowed hard, trying to keep calm, but I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"What's going on, hyung?" I asked quietly, but loud enough for Hongjoong to hear.

Hongjoong took a deep breath, looking at each of us in turn. His eyes were filled with a weight that made my anxiety spike even more.

"We need to talk," he said, his voice steady but serious. "About everything."

Hongjoong stood in front of the TV, his fists clenched, eyes burning with anger. I'd never seen him like this before. He usually kept calm, even in the most stressful situations, but today? Today, it felt like the dam had finally broken.

"You guys seriously fucked up last night," he spat, his voice low but dangerous. "What the hell is wrong with all of you?"

The silence was suffocating. No one dared to speak or even breathe too loudly. San sat stiff beside me, and I could feel the tension radiating off everyone else. Yeosang's eyes were downcast, and Mingi wouldn't even look up.

"We've been falling apart, and none of you have bothered to do a damn thing about it!" Hongjoong's voice rose, sharp and cutting through the air like a knife. "What happened to being a team? To having each other's backs? All I've seen lately is you guys at each other's throats, acting like this group doesn't matter anymore."

He was pacing now, the frustration practically vibrating off him. None of us had the guts to say anything, to defend ourselves. Because he was right. We all knew it.

"But you know what really pisses me off?" Hongjoong stopped dead in his tracks, turning to glare at Yeosang and Mingi. His eyes narrowed, voice dripping with fury. "Seonghwa. The fact that none of you gave a fuck about him last night. You were too busy arguing like children to even check on him!"

Mingi shifted uncomfortably, and Yeosang looked like he was shrinking into the couch. They couldn't meet Hongjoong's eyes, and honestly, I couldn't blame them. The weight of his words felt like a punch to the gut.

"Wooyoung was the only one who cared enough to see if he was okay. Wooyoung! Not the two of you who broke the vase. You just stood there continuing to argue like it didn't matter. Like Seonghwa didn't matter."