Wooyoung kicked off his shoes as he stepped into the suite he was sharing with Seonghwa and Yeosang. Their hotel in Paris was absurdly luxurious, ornate chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and the massive windows offered a stunning view of the Eiffel Tower glittering in the night. But Wooyoung barely noticed any of it. His mind was somewhere else entirely.

"You alright?" Seonghwa asked, lounging on the velvet armchair with a glass of wine in hand. He was already dressed down in a sleek black robe, looking every bit the picture of effortless sophistication.

"Yeah," Wooyoung muttered, flopping face-first onto the plush sofa.

Yeosang, who had been scrolling through his phone while perched on the arm of Seonghwa's chair, raised an eyebrow. "What's with you?"

Wooyoung turned his head, his cheek squished against the cushion as he mumbled, "San was next to me on the plane."

That got their attention. Seonghwa set his glass down on the side table, while Yeosang's phone slipped from his hands onto his lap.

"Choi San?" Seonghwa asked, his voice calm but laced with curiosity.

"Yeah," Wooyoung replied, sitting up now, his hair a mess from the sofa. "He was right there, in the seat next to me. We talked the entire flight."

Yeosang leaned forward, his expression unreadable. "You're serious?"

Wooyoung nodded. "Yeah. It was really awkward at first but I don't know we started talking"

Seonghwa tilted his head, studying Wooyoung closely. "And how do you feel about it?"

Wooyoung hesitated, running a hand through his hair as he tried to articulate the mess of emotions swirling in his chest. "I don't know. It was good, I guess? But also kind of overwhelming. Like, we didn't even talk about the important stuff, what happened back then. It was all surface-level, you know?"

Yeosang, who had been quiet up until now, let out a small sigh. "That's probably for the best. Jumping straight into the heavy stuff would've been too much for both of you."

"Yeosang's right," Seonghwa agreed. "It's been, what, years since you two saw each other? Reconnecting isn't going to happen overnight."

Wooyoung groaned, slumping back into the sofa. "But it's just—ugh! Seeing him brought everything back. Like, I thought I was over it, but now I'm not so sure."

"Over what, exactly?" Yeosang asked, his tone careful but firm.

Wooyoung looked at him, his eyes flickering with hesitation. "Over losing him," he admitted quietly. "Over the way things ended."

The room fell into a heavy silence. Seonghwa and Yeosang exchanged a glance, the kind of wordless communication that came from years of friendship.

"You can't change the past," Seonghwa said softly. "But maybe this is your chance to fix things. To at least get some closure."

"Or start fresh," Yeosang added, his gaze steady. "If that's what you want."

Wooyoung sighed, leaning his head back against the sofa. "I don't even know what I want."

"That's okay," Seonghwa said, offering him a small smile. "You've got time to figure it out. And we're here for you, no matter what."

Wooyoung looked between the two of them, his heart swelling with gratitude. He didn't say anything, but he didn't need to. The three of them had been through too much together to need words.

"So do you still have feelings for him?"

"YEOSANG!"