SEVENTEEN ONESHOTS [✓]

💌 : wonkwan

Seungkwan's loud, outgoing personality initially clashes with Wonwoo's introverted nature, but when Seungkwan opens up about his insecurities, their shared vulnerabilities draw them closer.

Seungkwan had always been the loudest in the room. His laughter was infectious, his voice unmistakable, and his energy boundless.

At first glance, it seemed impossible for someone like him to have anything in common with Wonwoo.

Wonwoo, who was quiet and reserved, seemed like the exact opposite of Seungkwan in every way.

The contrast between them was glaringly obvious, and for the longest time, they only ever crossed paths in passing, each existing in their own worlds.

Seungkwan would be the first to burst into song during practice, his voice soaring with confidence, while Wonwoo would remain on the sidelines, his words few but his presence heavy in its silence.

Where Seungkwan sought the spotlight, craved attention, and reveled in the applause, Wonwoo was content to stand in the shadows, his thoughts wrapped in the comfort of solitude.

In the beginning, this mismatch of energies seemed like an insurmountable divide between them.

Seungkwan would sometimes poke fun at Wonwoo's lack of enthusiasm, calling him cold or distant, while Wonwoo would simply offer a half-smile, unable to fully understand the need to perform, to be seen.

But it wasn't long before the unspoken tension began to unravel.

It was a rainy evening when Seungkwan, usually the life of any gathering, seemed out of place.

He was quieter than usual, his usual chirpiness dimmed by something that wasn't immediately obvious.

It was during a late-night dinner after practice, the group sitting around the table, eating and chatting in the warm glow of the restaurant lights.

Wonwoo was, as always, mostly silent, content to eat in peace while the others interacted.

But that night, something caught his attention, Seungkwan was picking at his food, his smile absent, his eyes distant.

When their eyes met across the table, there was a vulnerability in Seungkwan's expression that Wonwoo couldn't ignore.

It was a rare sight, and something about it made him feel a strange tug in his chest.

The carefree attitude Seungkwan always carried had disappeared, leaving something softer, more fragile in its place.

Without thinking, Wonwoo found himself speaking up.

"Are you alright?"

Wonwoo's voice was quiet, low, but it cut through the clatter of the table like a gentle breeze.

Seungkwan blinked, surprised by the question. He hesitated, looking down at his half-finished meal.

The others were still talking, oblivious to the exchange happening between the two, but Seungkwan felt something shift in that brief moment of connection.