FIXED by SONG MINGI

Part 19: BREAKING POINT

I sat on the floor of the shower cubicle, fully clothed, letting the water cascade over me. I hadn't bothered to undress—everything felt dirty. The water soaked through to my skin, and I relished the sensation as if it could cleanse me of everything. I pulled my knees to my chest, wrapped my arms around them, and buried my head. Then, I wept. I wept for losing Mingi, for the unthinkable things I'd done, and for sealing my fate—ensuring I could never go back to him.

Suddenly, the door burst open. Yunho stumbled in, followed closely by San. Both of them are panting, their faces pale with fear. When their eyes landed on me sitting there, they seemed to relax. San ran a trembling hand over his head while Yunho placed his hands on his hips, exhaling deeply. I gave them a quizzical look, grateful the spray of water hid my tears.

"Jesus, Chichi," Yunho said, his voice tight. "We've been banging on the door for over ten minutes. I thought... " His words trailed off.

"Thought what?" I asked, my voice hoarse.That I'd killed myself in grief? No. That wasn't even an option. I had to carry this pain, no matter how heavy.

"We just kicked the door in. Didn't you hear any of that?" San cut in, his tone sharp. I shook my head, muttering something incoherent.

San's jaw tightened, his expression hardening. "I'm done. This is too much drama." Without another word, he turned and walked out of the bathroom. Moments later, I heard him waking Wooyoung in the next room. There were soft murmurs of protest, followed by the sound of the bedroom door opening and closing. Then, silence.

Now it was just Yunho and me.

"You'll catch a cold at this rate. Come on," Yunho said, stepping closer. He extended a hand toward me, his long fingers outstretched. His palms looked soft, but I couldn't bring myself to touch him—not after everything. I looked away.

"I don't have anything to change into," I muttered.

"So you're just going to sit there and freeze to death?" he asked, his tone gentle but firm. He moved closer, turning off the shower. The hem of his crisp white shirt got wet in the process, but he didn't seem to mind. Grabbing a large, fluffy white towel from the rack, he wrapped it around me and pulled me to my feet. I didn't resist. I didn't have the strength. At that moment, I just wanted to disappear.

He rubbed my shoulders through the towel, his touch warm and steady. I looked up at his face. His eyes were soft, full of concern—no judgment, no disappointment. Was he...flirting with me? I couldn't tell.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" I asked, my voice trembling. "After what I did..."  My words faltered. "Do - do - you want to...?" The question hung in the air, unfinished, I'm afraid—not of him, but of myself. If he made a move, I knew I wouldn't stop him.

"Shh," he whispered. "It's okay now. You don't have to do anything else to prove you love Mingi." His voice was heavy, and I couldn't understand why. Why was he pitying me now? He'd never wanted me around before.

I searched his face. "Is Mingi still...out there?"

"Yes, but he's wasted, he fell asleep at the bar."

"I'm not good for him, Yunho," I said, my lower lip trembling as I fought back another wave of tears. "This is such a mess."

"You need to change," he said, cutting me off and shifting the topic. "I'll get you something from the hotel store. What are you, a size 12?"

I shook my head. "Errr... a Size 10?" I tried to hold back a small smile, knowing now that he was teasing me.  "8?" he guessed again, holding his hands up like a camera frame, pretending to measure me.