Seventeen Imagines III

#84 "Power Of Hope"

"I'm curious about something, Woozi," the interviewer tend to him and continued, "have you ever made a special song that you like, but you haven't released it in public?"

As Woozi thought of something specifically, a smile slipped on his lips. "There is," he answered.

"Really? May I know the reason why you kept it hidden?"

"Hmmm," he let out a long pause. Keeping his mouth shut, he answered inwardly, "Because I made it just for that person."

His interview ended with unfinished answer. But even though it is, (Y/n), who was watching the show through her cellphone, can tell the next words that will probably come from his lips. Why not? Since she's the only one who knew that special piece of his.

Reminiscing the old days, she remembered a certain memory she has with Woozi.

"What are you doing there alone?"

Teenage Woozi looked at her while holding his guitar. "I'm trying to compose a song."

"Again? Wow. That's very nice." She sat down across and watched him plucked his fingers playfully at the strings. "What's the title of that song?"

"Hmmm," with husky hummed, Woozi looked up and narrowed his eyes. "Hope?"

"Hope," she repeated. "The melody is so sweet, it really does gives me warmth."

"I made this for you so glad to hear that," he whispered in low tone, avoiding her eyes.

Though she heard him loud and sound, she pretended she didn't by asking, "W-What d-did you s-say?"

"Nothing," he shyly excused.

Then (Y/n) changed the topic. "You're too good in playing guitar, Jihoon-ah. I tried playing that before but my fingers hurt."

"You should play it for many years so you could have callouses in your fingers. With that, it won't hurt anymore."

Speaking of callouses, she traced the pale hands of his. His left hand is white but it has callouses on each of his fingers. "Woah!" She gasped as she unknowingly grabbed his hand and pulled it closer for a better view. "Your callouses are thick!" Amazed at this, she gently touched each of his fingers: his thumb, his index, his middle, the ring finger and his pinky. "Maybe if I play as hard as you then..."

She couldn't continue her excited remark as soon as she saw his face. It was as red as rose.

As if a static of voltage ran through from her hand that was touching his, (Y/n) quickly pulled her hand back while blushing.

Oh how dare of her, holding a guy's hand without notice.

"If you're dedicated to learn," he murmured without looking back. "There's hope."

"Y-Yeah. Probably."

A silence settled in the space.

"..."

"..."

Afraid he'll hear the sound of her heartbeat, she broke the silence with a bid, "oh well, I should go now."

"Wait a minute!"

She looked back and saw his flustered expression. He looked like he was hesitating to say a thing. And so, she asked with a smile, "Yes?" It's a sign that whatever he'll say, she will accept it wholeheartedly.

Woozi then fidget his fingers, looked down and uttered, "Actually, I made this song for you. Will you stay for a moment and listen to it?"

After (Y/n) reminisced the old days together with him, she went to bed and fell asleep.