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It struck everyone as odd when Wonho and Shownu were called into their managers office. When they came back out almost an hour later, Wonho looked sad, unable to make eye contact with anyone, and he beelined it straight back to his room. Shownu on the other hand, looked worried about Wonho but there was a layer of anger hidden in his eyes.
Shownu gathered the rest of the group and explained everything to them.
“Apparently there are some rumors flying around about Wonho, and they’re gaining traction. Everyone is doing what they can to stop it but, honestly, it doesn’t look good.”
“What do you mean?” There was a tinge of anxiety in Kihyun’s voice that he was trying to hide.
“If it gets any worse than it is now, manager wants Wonho out.”
Protests came from everyone in the room, though they knew it was useless since Shownu was just as desperate, yet powerless as they were.
Everyone settled down and decided to watch a movie while Kihyun made dinner to calm themselves.
Partway through the movie, Changkyun went to go grab a hoodie from his room, when he heard muffled sobs coming from behind Wonho’s shut door.
He quietly opened the door enough to peek in and saw Wonho curled up in a ball on his bed, crying into his pillow.
He had never seen him like this. Sure, they have seen each other at low moments before, but never like this. Wonho had never looked so small.
While the rest of the group was busy in the other room, Changkyun decided that this was his only chance to talk to Wonho alone.
There was an unspoken thing between them. They both knew they wanted more, but couldn’t have it. So, they just reveled in what they did have.
He softly closed the door behind him and made his way across the room. He sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to start petting small circles on Wonho’s back.
Wonho’s cries had subsided into sniffles with Changkyun’s presence. They sat in silence for a few minutes into Wonho caught his breath.
“He told you.”
Tears were threatening to spill from Changkyun’s eyes and he didn’t want to risk it by speaking, so he just nodded.
“I’m scared.” Wonho said, barely above a whisper.
Tears were running down both their cheeks now. Changkyun still didn’t dare to speak, instead opting to press a light peck to Wonho’s forehead and then laying his head on his chest.
Wonho’s fingers found their natural spot carding through Changkyun’s hair as he lazily rubbed his hand up and down Wonho’s side.
“Me too.” Changkyun whispered back.