silence. that was all there was when they found out. a crushing, suffocating silence that no one knew how to break. the news hit them like a violent storm, leaving nothing but wreckage in its wake. disbelief, horror, and guilt twisted in their chests as they tried to process it—tried to understand how someone so full of love could be gone just like that.

gunil was the first to react, his hands trembling as he clenched his phone, reading the message over and over like it would change if he looked long enough. “no. no, this isn’t real,” he whispered, his voice cracking. but the truth was staring him in the face, and denial couldn’t shield him from it. jungsu turned away, hands buried in his hair, whispering curses under his breath as his chest heaved. he had seen you breaking, seen the way your light had dimmed, and yet, he had done nothing. none of them had.

hyeongjun punched the nearest wall so hard his knuckles split, but he didn’t care. rage burned in his veins—not at you, but at himself. how had they not stopped this? how had they let you slip away right in front of them? jooyeon and jiseok sat frozen, gripping the edge of the table until his knuckles turned white, his head hanging low as silent tears dripped onto his lap. it wasn’t fair. none of this was fair.

but no one was more broken than seungmin. he stood there, staring at the ground, his face void of emotion, but his hands were shaking—his whole body was shaking. the moment the realization set in, his knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the floor, gasping like he couldn’t breathe. he had done this. he had pushed you to this point. his misunderstanding, his blind anger, his lack of faith in you—it had all led to this moment. and now, no amount of regret, no amount of apologies, could ever bring you back.