Seventeen: the quiet harmony of us [Woozi X Scoups]

Chapter 10: The Melody of Us

Weeks had passed since their tour ended, and life had settled back into its rhythm. The group was hard at work preparing for their next comeback. The practice room was filled with the usual sounds of music, laughter, and the occasional shout of encouragement. Despite the busyness, Woozi felt lighter, more content. The quiet moments of understanding and intimacy with Seungcheol had become an essential part of his life.

One evening, after a particularly intense rehearsal, the members decided to unwind at a nearby café. Woozi and Seungcheol, as usual, ended up sitting together. They were comfortable in their shared silence, enjoying the peaceful break from the chaos of their schedules.

As they sipped their coffee, Seungcheol’s gaze kept drifting to Woozi. There was a fondness in his eyes that Woozi couldn’t ignore. He’d gotten used to the way Seungcheol looked at him, like he was the only person in the room, but it never failed to make his heart flutter.

"You’ve been working really hard," Seungcheol said suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence between them.

Woozi looked up, slightly surprised. “I guess. It’s just… there’s so much to do.”

Seungcheol leaned forward, his eyes serious but gentle. “You know, you don’t have to carry all of this alone. We’re a team. And we’re here for you, not just as bandmates but as friends.”

Woozi’s heart warmed at the sincerity in Seungcheol’s voice. He knew it, of course, but hearing it out loud made a difference. He reached out, placing his hand over Seungcheol’s, feeling the warmth of his touch.

“Thanks,” Woozi said softly, his voice almost a whisper. “That means a lot.”

Seungcheol’s eyes softened as he squeezed Woozi’s hand gently. “Anytime. I mean it.”

They sat there for a while, their hands still intertwined on the table. The café was busy, but in their little corner, it felt like they were in their own private world.

Later, when they returned to the studio, Woozi found himself lost in the music. The notes seemed to flow more freely, the melodies coming to him with ease. Seungcheol, who had been working on choreography, paused and watched Woozi with a smile. There was something about seeing Woozi so immersed in his work that made Seungcheol’s heart swell with pride and affection.

As the evening wore on, the studio gradually emptied, leaving Woozi and Seungcheol alone. The room was bathed in the soft, golden light of the setting sun, casting a warm glow over everything. Seungcheol walked over to Woozi, who was seated at the piano, fingers dancing across the keys.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” Seungcheol said, his voice soft but filled with admiration.

Woozi looked up, slightly taken aback. “What do you mean?”

Seungcheol came closer, sitting down on the bench next to him. “The way you get lost in your music, how you pour your heart into it… it’s incredible.”

Woozi felt a flush of warmth spread through him at Seungcheol’s words. He ducked his head slightly, feeling a bit shy under Seungcheol’s gaze. “I guess I just love it.”

Seungcheol reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from Woozi’s face. His touch was light, but it sent a shiver down Woozi’s spine. “I can see that. It’s one of the things I love about you.”

Woozi’s breath caught in his throat at the words. He turned to look at Seungcheol, their faces just inches apart. The moment felt charged with an unspoken tension, a mix of warmth and vulnerability that made Woozi’s heart race.

Without thinking, Seungcheol leaned in, closing the distance between them. His lips brushed against Woozi’s in a tender, lingering kiss. It was soft and sweet, a gentle affirmation of the feelings they had been nurturing between them. Woozi’s heart soared at the touch, and he melted into the kiss, savoring the warmth of Seungcheol’s affection.

When they finally pulled away, both of them were breathless, their faces flushed with the intensity of the moment. Seungcheol smiled, his eyes bright and full of love.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” Seungcheol admitted, his voice a low murmur.

Woozi’s lips curled into a shy smile. “Me too.”

Seungcheol took Woozi’s hand in his again, his thumb gently stroking the back of Woozi’s hand. “It’s nice, isn’t it? Being able to be like this, just us.”

Woozi nodded, leaning his head on Seungcheol’s shoulder. “Yeah. It’s really nice.”

They sat there for a while, wrapped up in each other’s presence. The studio was quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the city outside. Seungcheol’s arm wrapped around Woozi, pulling him closer, and Woozi felt a deep sense of contentment wash over him.

As the last rays of sunlight faded, Seungcheol tilted Woozi’s chin up gently, meeting his gaze with a tenderness that made Woozi’s heart skip a beat.

“You know, Jihoon,” Seungcheol said softly, “I never imagined it would be like this. I thought I’d always be the leader, and you’d always be the one with the quiet intensity. But now… now it feels like we’re something more.”

Woozi smiled, his eyes shining with emotion. “I feel the same way. It’s like we’ve found something special, something we didn’t even know we were looking for.”

Seungcheol pressed a soft kiss to Woozi’s forehead, his touch gentle and reassuring. “I’m glad we found it.”

Woozi closed his eyes, leaning into the kiss, feeling the warmth of Seungcheol’s love envelop him. “Me too.”

As they sat there, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them in their own little bubble of happiness. The future was still uncertain, but in this moment, Woozi felt at peace.

He had Seungcheol by his side, and that was enough. More than enough.

In the quiet of the studio, wrapped in Seungcheol’s embrace, Woozi realized that the melody they had created together was one of the most beautiful songs he had ever composed. It was a song of love, trust, and understanding—a song that would carry them through whatever came next.

And as the night settled in around them, Woozi knew that no matter what, they would always have this. This quiet, tender love that filled the spaces between their words and their music.

It was their melody, and it was perfect.