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San was distracted.
During ATEEZ's practice session, he found himself zoning out more times than he could count. His movements, usually sharp and precise, felt sluggish, and he'd lost track of the choreography multiple times. It wasn't like him at all. San prided himself on his focus, on always giving 110% no matter how exhausted he was. But today, his mind just wouldn't cooperate.
He sighed, leaning against the wall as the group took a short break. Sweat dripped from his forehead, but he barely noticed. His mind was somewhere else entirely, stuck in the past.
That photo. The one everyone was talking about. It had thrown him for a loop. Seeing himself and Wooyoung from all those years ago brought back memories he'd buried deep. Late nights at Hanlim, practising until their legs gave out. Wooyoung's laughter echoing through the empty halls as they tried to perfect their routines. The way they'd promise each other that no matter what happened, they'd make it.
And now, here they were. Both successful in their own ways, but miles apart.
San clenched his jaw, his heart twisting. He hadn't spoken to Wooyoung in years. Not since... well, not since everything changed. They'd both been so busy carving their own paths, and somewhere along the way, they'd lost touch. Was it too late now? Would Wooyoung even want to hear from him?
"San."
Hongjoong's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. San looked up to see their leader standing in front of him, arms crossed and a knowing look in his eyes.
"You've been out of it all day," Hongjoong said. "What's going on?"
San shook his head quickly. "Nothing, hyung. Just tired."
Hongjoong raised an eyebrow. "Don't lie to me, San. I've known you long enough to tell when something's bothering you."
San hesitated, unsure of how to respond. He didn't want to burden Hongjoong with his own mess of emotions, especially when they had so much to focus on with their comeback. But Hongjoong's gaze was unwavering, and San knew he wouldn't let it go.
"It's nothing serious," San finally said, looking down at his hands. "Just... something from the past came up. It's been on my mind."
Hongjoong didn't push further, but his expression softened. He gave San a small nod before placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"Whatever it is, you'll figure it out," he said. "And if you need to talk, you know I'm here."
San nodded, grateful but still unsure of what to do. As Hongjoong walked back to the rest of the group, San let out a quiet sigh.
Reaching out to Wooyoung felt impossible and inevitable all at once. The memories were still there, clear as day, and they wouldn't let him go.
For now, though, all he could do was push through practice and hope he'd find the courage to decide.
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