SEVENTEEN ONESHOTS [✓]

💌 : vernon x svt

Vernon has always struggled with being seen as "different" in the group due to his mixed heritage. Recently, the media's attention on his identity has left him feeling disconnected from both the group and himself.

He starts to question his place in Seventeen, feeling like he doesn't fit in anywhere. The members notice Vernon's withdrawal but don't know how to approach him without making things worse.

During a heated conversation, Vernon finally admits how lost he feels, leaving the group to figure out how they can help him feel like he truly belongs.

Vernon stood quietly by the window, staring out at the night sky.

The soft hum of the city below reached his ears, but the sounds seemed distant, muffled, as if he were on the other side of a glass wall.

The stars twinkled in the sky, but they seemed so far away, like everything else in his life right now.

His mind kept replaying the questions that had been circling for weeks.

Where did he belong? Who was he, really?

He hadn't wanted to admit it, not even to himself, but the feeling had only grown stronger over time; he didn't fit.

Not with the fans, not with his own group, and not even with his family sometimes.

Growing up with a mixed heritage had always made him feel like he didn't completely belong anywhere, but lately, that feeling had intensified.

It was the media.

The way they painted his identity as a puzzle, piecing together half-truths about who he was based on snippets of his past, the fleeting moments they could capture.

The questions. The expectations. It was all too much.

The group, Seventeen, had always been his safe space, his family.

But recently, even the thought of them brought a sense of disconnection.

He'd been pushing himself further into the background, telling himself it was fine, that it was just a phase.

He didn't want to burden anyone with his doubts.

They had enough to deal with, he didn't want to be the one to make things harder for them.

But today, it felt impossible to ignore.

He walked into the practice room, the familiar hum of voices filling the air.

It was late, but the others were gathered, talking about schedules, planning upcoming performances, as if everything was normal.

But the air felt thick to Vernon, like something unspoken lingered just beneath the surface.

He had to force a smile when they looked at him, but it felt hollow, disconnected from the truth.

"Vernon, you okay?"