SEVENTEEN | SICKFICS - HURTFICS

Vernon | Abused Part I

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Vernon sat quietly in the corner of the practice room, his fingers lightly drumming on his notebook as he stared at the lyrics he'd been working on for weeks. His solo album-his dream project-was finally taking shape, and although he was excited, a part of him still felt unsure. Being a part of Seventeen for so long had always felt like home, but stepping out on his own was different.

As the days passed, Vernon found himself caught between two worlds. His solo schedules were starting to pick up-vocal lessons, photoshoots, dance rehearsals, recording sessions. Each day felt like a whirlwind of activity. When he wasn't working on his solo album, he was with Seventeen, rehearsing for group performances, filming variety shows, or going through choreography sessions. The balance was exhausting, but Vernon knew it was a necessary part of the process.

Vernon had just finished his vocal session, and the atmosphere was light as everyone joked and chatted. Their manager, a usually calm and composed man, entered the room holding a clipboard, his expression a little more serious than usual.

"Vernon," the manager began, his voice catching Vernon's attention. "We've lined up a choreographer to assist you with your solo album dance. He'll be here to help refine the movements, make them more tailored to your style."

Vernon looked up, curious but eager. He had always worked with Seventeen's choreographers, so the idea of having someone focus just on his solo was both exciting and nerve-wracking.

"Who is it?" Vernon asked, turning his full attention to the manager.

The manager smiled, though it seemed somewhat strained. "His name is Joo Hyun. He's very experienced, has worked with a lot of top idols, and he's known for his ability to help artists get their performance to the next level. He'll be here starting tomorrow."

"Sounds great," Vernon said, trying to hide his apprehension. He had no reason to doubt the manager's decision; after all, this was part of the journey. But there was a small knot forming in his stomach, a feeling of unease he couldn't shake.

The next day, Vernon arrived early to the studio, ready to start working. He had gotten a good night's rest, his mind buzzing with excitement for the day. But as he walked into the practice room, he was immediately met with a man standing at the front of the room, arms crossed, eyes cold and calculating.

"Vernon," the man said, his voice flat. "I'm Joo Hyun. Let's get to work."

Vernon nodded, offering a polite smile as he adjusted to the sudden, stern atmosphere. He had expected the choreographer to be maybe a little serious, but the man's rigid posture and hard gaze made him feel like he was already under scrutiny.

The next few hours were a blur of intense movement. Joo Hyun's demands were harsh. "You're too stiff. Again," he would bark, and Vernon would start the routine over, trying to get it right. The choreographer's tone was quick to shift from frustration to annoyance. When Vernon made a mistake, Joo Hyun's voice would rise, his sharp commands cutting through the silence of the room.

"You call that dancing?" he scoffed after one failed attempt, pacing around the room. "I told you-smooth. Not robotic. Do it again!"

Vernon's heart raced as he struggled to keep up, his body aching from the constant corrections. He could feel sweat trickling down his back, his movements stiff with tension. He didn't want to mess up, but Joo Hyun's demanding attitude was making it hard to focus.

"Not good enough! You're wasting my time," Joo Hyun snapped, his eyes narrowing. "You want to do this solo, you better work harder. Do you think this is a game?"