seventeen imagines

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Lee Jihoon/Woozi ff

It was about 7 P.M. in the evening. You sat inside your producing studio, twirling around in your chair, dozing off, and playing with your hair. You felt that you were sitting there for days, your body was tired, and you didn't have any motivation to continue. You were training to become a song writer, hopefully an artist, but the process is killing you. You lift your head slowly and stare at the blank screen in front of you. You then stare at all of the keyboards and everything on your desk. Papers, pens, pencils, anything music related was scattered on your desk. You aren't usually like this, but you couldn't focus for the past few days. All of a sudden you started thinking about Woozi. You plastered a smile on your face and sat in your chair blushing.

You and Woozi work together as co-workers at Namjoon x Seungcheol's company, "Pledis HYBE". He's a producer himself, but he has more experience than you. He's been producing ever since he debuted with Seventeen years ago. You're pretty close with the members, but you barely got close to Woozi. He would stay in his studio and wouldn't come out unless he had to rehearse. He would work long and hard hours and you never had the guts to walk up to him or even knock on his door. You would stand outside his studio, no one would be in the area. Your hands would shake and your body would tremble. You were scared at the thought of him not opening the door or you were frightened that if he did open the door, what he would do. You two have passed each other before, but he wouldn't even glance at you.

As you are thinking of him, you feel your stomach get weaker. Then, it rumbles. You pulled out your phone and went to your "Doordash" app and started ordering some food. You ordered some korean food and as you were about to pay, your door opens.

Cheol: Y/N.

You flinch. The sound of Seungcheol's voice often startles you, so you turned slowly. You place your phone in between your thighs and look at him.

Y/N: Yes?

His eyes are no longer on you. He looks up at your blank screen and sighs to himself. You look at what he glanced at and gulped.

Y/N: Sir I-

Cheol: Having trouble?

Y/N: *clears throat* Uhm- yeah.

Cheol: What's up?

Y/N: I just- *sighs* I can't seem to focus lately. I don't feel motivated enough.

Cheol: Hm- that sounds serious.

Y/N: It's like... when I get an idea, I immediately write it down, but then... I regret it. Then I erase it.

Cheol: Sounds like song writer's block.

Y/N: I guess so.

Cheol: You're still learning, so it's common. There are lots of people here that go through the same thing you do and they've been making music for years. Just calm yourself and give yourself time to think. Inspiration will come to you.

Y/N: *smiles softly* Thank you sir.

Cheol: *smiles and pats your head* No problem! Although, there's someone you can talk to for help if you're still stuck.