*Sang turned to face Trenton and opened his mouth to reassure him, only to close it when the words wouldn’t come. His bottom lip quivered so he bit it. Then his face contorted into a snarl, and he looked away to hide the tears welling up in his eyes.
*Say something, he told himself. Say anything.
Sang: Uh... *His throat tightened against him, like a hand choking down everything he wanted to say.
*Everyone was watching. The idol ducked his head and tried his best to turn away from them, maybe even face the wall or rearrange some papers on the coffee table to hide his reddening cheeks and watering eyes. Don’t cry, Sang told himself, not here.
Tara: *Noticing Sang struggling, she furrowed her brows and shifted closer to the idol. Hey, are you okay?
*Despite the small nod and forced half-smile he gave, Sang was quick to cave, tears spilling out onto his cheeks much to his frustration.
Tara: H-Hey, it’s okay! What’s wrong?
Sang: *Finally resorting to just struggling through the sobbing to get his words out. My life! My life is wrong! Everything’s- *Struggling to catch his breath. Everything’s falling apart!
Pierce: *Pausing her excitement over the ice cream to quietly observe Sang’s meltdown of the century.
*Sang had probably never cried harder in his life, but maybe that’s because he’d never felt completely helpless before. Now his mind was racing with every dark thought imaginable, the inevitability of his sh-tty future crashing down on him in an endless wave. He couldn’t do it. There was no way in hell he was going back to being held down on a motel bed and choked until he went unconscious. He just couldn’t.
*He couldn’t lose Seok or Trenton or any of his friends either. Not like how he’d just lost Jing.
Old Sang: Come on, you know he doesn’t want to see me. He just came here because- *The sobbing from the living room cut him off, and he gave a curious glance toward the door. Bringing me here was a bad idea.