SEVENTEEN | SICKFICS - HURTFICS

Wonwoo | Trapped

Wonwoo glanced at the clock on the dashboard of the car, its hands ticking steadily toward six. He'd just finished a long day of writing, his mind buzzing with ideas and lyrics. As the company driver navigated through the evening traffic, he realized something crucial had slipped his mind.

"Uh hyung, can you take me back to the company for a moment?" Wonwoo said, a slight frown creasing his brow.

The driver glanced back, a hint of surprise in his eyes. "Did you forget something?"

"Yeah, my notebook. I left it in the practice room. I need it for some lyrics I was working on." Wonwoo sighed, leaning back in his seat. "I thought I could just grab it after work, but I completely spaced out."

"Got it. We'll head there now." The driver shifted lanes, and the car merged onto the road leading to their company.

As they pulled into the familiar parking lot, Wonwoo's mind was already racing through the notes he'd scribbled down. He knew those lyrics could be something special if he just had the chance to refine them.

After stepping out of the car, he waved to the driver. "Thanks hyung! I'll be quick."

"No problem! I'll wait for you." The driver nodded, and Wonwoo hurried inside, the dim lights of the building welcoming him back.

The hallway was quiet, a stark contrast to the usual buzz of activity. As he made his way to the practice room, he spotted a few members lingering around. Jeonghan was lounging on a couch, scrolling through his phone.

"Hey, Wonwoo! Back already?" Jeonghan looked up, a teasing grin on his face.

"Just forgot something. My notebook," Wonwoo replied, his voice tinged with slight embarrassment.

"Classic Wonwoo," Jeonghan chuckled. "You're always losing things. You should get a tracker for that notebook."

"Very funny," Wonwoo said, rolling his eyes as he reached for the door to the practice room. "I'm sure it's just lying around somewhere."

Just then, Joshua walked in, a curious expression on his face. "What's up? Did you forget the dance moves too?"

"Very ha-ha," Wonwoo replied dryly, shaking his head. "Just my notebook. I need it for lyrics."

"Oh, do you want me to help you with them later?" Joshua offered, his tone genuinely supportive.

"Maybe. I'll see how it goes," Wonwoo said, finally pushing the door open.

He scanned the room, spotting his notebook on the floor, half-hidden under a chair. As he bent down to pick it up, he heard footsteps approaching.

"Didn't think you'd come back here after work hyung," Seungkwan remarked, peeking through the doorway. "Thought you were all about the solitary writing life."

Wonwoo straightened up, notebook in hand. "I'm not that antisocial. I just... needed this." He held it up like a trophy.

"Good, because we're planning a karaoke night later, and I expect you to be there hyung," Seungkwan declared, crossing his arms dramatically. "No escaping this time!"

"Alright, alright. Just let me finish up a couple of things first," Wonwoo promised, slipping the notebook under his arm.

"Fine, but don't take too long. We need you to help pick the songs!" Seungkwan shot back with a wink before heading off.

As the door clicked shut behind him, Wonwoo felt a warmth spread through him. It was good to be back, even if just for a moment. He glanced at the notebook and smiled, already thinking of the lyrics he'd pour into it tonight.