falling into you || woosan

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WOOYOUNG'S POV

I grabbed my bag and headed for the door, but before I could slip out quietly, San was right there, jingling his keys.

"I'm driving you," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

I sighed but nodded. I knew why he was doing this—after what happened in the practice room yesterday, San wasn't going to let me out of his sight without making sure I was okay. I appreciated it, though he didn't have to do it. That's just how San was—always there, always making sure I wasn't pushing myself too far.

We'd spent the whole day with the others brainstorming ideas for Seonghwa's vase. It felt like we were banging our heads against the wall at first, trying to figure out how to replace something that meant so much to him. But finally, we came up with a plan. San was going to get everything in motion while I headed to JYP to practice for my stage with Felix.

As we drove, I leaned back, staring out at the city lights flickering past. The night felt heavy, like we were all walking on eggshells after what Hongjoong said this morning. He wasn't wrong—we were falling apart, and last night had only made that more clear. But at least we were trying to fix it now. At least we had a plan.

"You ready for practice?" San asked, glancing over at me.

I shrugged. "As ready as I'll ever be."

"You'll kill it. You always do."

His confidence in me was reassuring, but I still felt the weight of everything that had happened dragging me down. The vase, the tension between us all, the way we'd neglected Seonghwa when he needed us. And then there was practice. I had to be on point for this stage, and after everything, I was drained. But I wasn't about to let that show.

"Yeah," I said, forcing a small smile. "I just need to focus on the stage, you know? Get my head straight."

San nodded. "We'll handle things here. Don't worry about it."

I knew he meant it—he was going to take care of the situation while I was gone. San was always good at handling things like this, making sure everyone was okay. It made me feel better knowing he had it under control.

We pulled up to the building, and I grabbed my bag from the backseat. San didn't say anything as I got out, but I could feel his eyes on me.

"Good luck," he said, just as I shut the door.

I waved and headed inside. As I walked through the doors of JYP, my mind was still buzzing with everything that happened. But I pushed it down. I had to focus on this stage. Felix was waiting, and I couldn't let him—or myself—down.

Time to get to work.

As we walked up to the practice room, I couldn't help but glance around at the sheer size of JYP. Every time I came here, it felt massive, even though I'd been here countless times before. Felix and I found the room and stepped inside, both of us setting our bags down and starting to stretch. We had been waiting for the others to show up, expecting a full rehearsal, when one of the managers walked in.

She smiled apologetically before saying, "The others won't be able to make it today or tomorrow due to scheduling conflicts. It'll just be you two performing tomorrow."

My heart sank. Just us? I immediately felt a wave of anxiety wash over me. The entire time I had been preparing, practicing, and running through the choreography, it had been with five people in mind—not just two. I had drilled this routine in my head with each person playing a role. Now, everything was about to change.

Felix must've noticed the panic on my face because he stood up straight, giving me a reassuring look. "Hey, it'll be fine. We can make it work, Wooyoung."