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156. SVT Woozi - Without You

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Member: jihoon x reader

Genre: slight angst, mostly fluff

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1670

[2:34 AM] unknown sender: I'm sorry. ()

You cease your incessant typing on your keyboard and look over at your phone's lit screen, squinting at the jumble of unfamiliar numbers and the cryptic text message.

Sliding the message open, the underlined x indicates an attached file, and although you should be cautious when opening files from strangers, something about it was familiar.

A text message, and a file.

It reminds you a lot of SEVENTEEN's infamous producer, Lee Jihoon.

He would disappear for days on end, sometimes weeks, and afterwards send you a quick message: "How are you?" / "Did you eat?" / "I finished". Attached to the message would always be an audio file of a sleepy Jihoon singing softly, always ending with a quietly spoken tell me what you think, okay?

In the end, it became the only communication the two of you had. Without having an actual conversation in weeks, it was hardly a relationship, and Jihoon eventually stopped messaging.

You don't know where your relationship stands.

Lost in your thoughts, your phone screen dims then locks, your computer screen the only source of light filling your dark room. You sigh, unlock your phone, and open the file.

It could've been anything, really.

A picture of a ghost, a demon, a scary doll - but none of that could send your heart into overdrive like the sound of Jihoon's voice.

And now, your heart threatens to beat out of your chest.

I miss you - I'm sorry it took me so long.

-

He hit send.

He.

Hit.

Send.

Jihoon stares at his phone, contemplating whether or not he should drop it off the top floor of the Pledis building or eat it. (He's pretty hungry, give him a break.)

He jumps when his studio door swings open, because he swears to the Pledis gods he locked it, and a cheeky Seungcheol steps into the dark room, shutting it behind him.

"I locked that."

"That's what I say when you come into the bathroom while I'm showering," Seungcheol shrugs, sitting in the swivel chair beside Jihoon's, "But a locked door doesn't stop anyone, does it?"

"Bumzu-hyung gave you my code," Jihoon concludes, crossing his arms.

"Bingo," Seungcheol grins. "Anyway, you look like you have bigger problems than that. Why are you looking at your phone as if it'll catch fire?"

Jihoon groans and throws his head back, causing his chair to lean back even further. "I sent it to her, hyung. The song."

Seungcheol suddenly tenses, then smiles softly at the fidgety producer.

"Good." He ruffles Jihoon's fringe, crinkling his nose when Jihoon shoots him an irritated glare, swatting Seungcheol's hand away. "Anyway, I came here to ask if you wanted to finally leave your cave and eat ramyun with us?"