SEVENTEEN | SICKFICS - HURTFICS I

Junhui | Hit

The dance studio was alive with the energy of Seventeen, the sound of sneakers squeaking against the polished floor echoing off the mirrored walls. The last notes of their practice faded, leaving behind the soft hum of breathing and the gentle thud of water bottles hitting the ground.

"Finally!" Woozi exclaimed, flopping down onto the floor. "I thought we'd never finish that last part."

"Right?" Joshua replied, leaning against the wall, wiping the sweat from his brow. "I thought I was going to lose my mind trying to remember those counts."

"Dude, you're the one who kept mixing up your left and right," Hoshi teased, collapsing next to Woozi. "If you can't tell your sides apart, we might need to rethink your position."

Joshua shot Hoshi a mock glare. "I'm a vocalist, not a dancer! It's not my fault the choreography is too complicated."

"Excuses, excuses!" Jeonghan chimed in, walking over with a towel draped around his neck. "You should just practice more. Besides, it's not that hard to tell your left from your right."

"Okay, Mr. Perfect!" Joshua laughed, rolling his eyes. "What about you, huh? You were the one who tripped over your own feet during that spin!"

"Hey, that was an accident!" Jeonghan defended, but he couldn't help but chuckle. "And in my defense, it was a very dramatic moment."

"Yeah, dramatic like a soap opera," DK added, grinning. "Maybe we should give you a new stage name: 'The Tripping Prince.'"

"Not bad, but I think I'd rather stick with my real name," Jeonghan said, feigning pride. "It has a nice ring to it."

Meanwhile, Seungkwan was sitting at the edge of the studio, his face buried in his phone. "Guys, can we focus? We have to get our social media posts out before the fans notice how tired we look."

"Right, because that's the real priority," Mingyu said, smirking. "Nothing says 'hard work' like a well-timed selfie."

"Come on, it's part of our image!" Seungkwan insisted, finally looking up. "We can't let them see us without the glam!"

"Let's do a group picture!" Woozi suggested, sitting up with a spark of inspiration. "Just not with all of us looking exhausted."

"I can try to hide behind someone," Joshua offered, making everyone laugh.

"Alright, everyone, huddle up!" Hoshi called, jumping to his feet. He gathered everyone closer, and soon enough, they were all squished together, each member striking their best poses.

"Okay, on three! One, two-"

Just as Hoshi counted, a loud bang echoed from outside the studio, causing everyone to jump.

"What was that?" Vernon asked, eyes wide.

"Maybe it's a fan trying to get in?" DK suggested, peering out the window.

"Or a very enthusiastic delivery person," Woozi added, raising an eyebrow.

"I hope they didn't drop our snacks," Seungkwan said, suddenly anxious. "I ordered extra tteokbokki!"

"Forget the tteokbokki, let's see what's going on!" Hoshi insisted, stepping towards the door.

As the group moved toward the entrance, the atmosphere shifted from playful banter to curiosity and anticipation. The noise had sparked a new energy in the air, and the unexpected disruption left everyone buzzing with questions.

"Let's just hope it's not the neighbors complaining about our dance moves again," Mingyu joked, opening the door a crack to peek outside.

"What if it's a ghost?" Joshua whispered dramatically, causing a few giggles.