yoongis

the room felt suffocating, the air heavy with unspoken words and lingering tension. haechan sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on the floor as if searching for answers in the grain of the wood. the atmosphere between the two of you had shifted, and you could feel it like a storm brewing on the horizon.

"haechan," you called softly, reaching out to touch his shoulder. he flinched at your touch, his muscles tensing beneath your fingertips.

"what’s going on?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. silence hung in the air like a thick fog, and for a moment, you thought he might not respond. but then he sighed, a heavy exhale that seemed to carry the weight of the world.

"i don't know, okay? i just... i feel like i'm losing myself," haechan admitted, his voice cracking with vulnerability. you moved closer, kneeling in front of him, trying to catch his gaze.

"hey, we're in this together. you’re not alone," you reassured him, your heart aching at the sadness in his eyes. but he pulled away, breaking the connection.

"that’s the problem. i feel like i’m dragging you down with me. i can't be the person you need me to be," he confessed, his words cutting through the silence like a knife. your heart sank, the weight of his words settling in your chest.

"hae, we can work through this together. i love you, and i’m not going anywhere," you pleaded, reaching for his hands. but he pulled away, the distance between you growing with each passing moment.

"You deserve better than this. i can't keep pretending everything's okay when it's not," he said, his voice filled with a desperate sincerity. the room felt colder, and you realized that the person you loved was slipping through your fingers like sand.