After dealing with the loss of his mother, Wonwoo begins to withdraw from the group, afraid of getting too close and losing someone else. The members try to reach out, but every attempt is met with cold indifference.
It's not until Wonwoo has an emotional breakdown during a quiet moment that the members realize just how much fear he's been carrying.
How do they help Wonwoo confront his grief and the fear that's been isolating him from the group?
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The atmosphere in the dorm was unusually quiet, the weight of a silent tension hanging in the air.
The members of Seventeen had grown used to the low hum of conversation, the sound of laughter echoing off the walls.
But recently, everything felt muted, especially when it came to Wonwoo.
Since the passing of his mother, the once quiet yet warm presence had seemed to withdraw even further.
He had always been the reserved type, but now it was different.
He would spend hours in his room, only emerging for practice or to quickly join the group at meals.
There was no warmth in his eyes anymore, no spark of interest.
He no longer participated in the casual chatter that usually filled the space, and when someone would try to draw him out, he'd give them a polite but empty smile before turning away.
The members didn't know what to do.
They knew he was grieving, but they also knew Wonwoo well enough to understand that he wouldn't want to be coddled.
He had always been the kind of person to process things on his own, keeping his emotions guarded.
But this, this was different. This wasn't just grief. It was fear.
He was afraid, afraid of losing anyone else, afraid of allowing himself to care, because the pain of loss was too much to bear.
And in his mind, the best way to protect himself from that pain was to push everyone away.
But the members didn't know how to reach him, and each failed attempt made them feel more helpless.
They watched, unsure, until it seemed like the pain had turned into something too big to ignore.
One night, after a long practice session, the group settled into the living room.
The atmosphere was light, laughter filling the space as they talked about the future and upcoming schedules.
Everyone seemed engaged, except for Wonwoo, who was sitting at the far end of the couch, his gaze unfocused as he stared at the ground.
His presence was there, but his mind was elsewhere, locked behind a wall he had built with no intention of letting anyone in.
