Seventeen Scenarios

Composure - Woozi

Jihoon is told to help the reader expand on their composition skills.
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You stepped into the Pledis CEO's office and greeted him with a bow. He smiled, himself standing up and walking out from behind his desk. In a seat in front of his desk, a lavender-haired man sat with an eerie, emotionless face.

"Thank you for coming. I'd like to introduce you to your senior, Lee Jihoon. He'll help you advance your composition skills," the CEO said putting a hand on your shoulder, "Jihoon, this is Y/N. As we discussed, she has superior musical abilities considering her lack of formal training. She will be your apprentice from now on."

"Sir, with all due respect, I'm not sure I'm..." Jihoon trailed off, looking for a sugarcoated word to use, "Qualified... to instruct someone formally."

"Of course you are. You can lead Seventeen's musical front, you can lead this young lady. This is not up for debate."

Jihoon sighed and rose from his seat. You quickly bowed to him as well, suddenly incredibly nervous at his cold aura.

"Now, you two can go and get acquainted in your studio. I expect great things from you, Y/N," the CEO said.

Jihoon nodded and exited the office with you trailing close behind. He made no effort to speak or even look at you and continued walking at a brisk pace. It was a quiet, awkward walk through the offices, through the lobby, and into the training rooms. You both eventually arrived at his studio, and he entered with the intention of closing the door behind him. You failed to realize this, and your face came into contact with the door.

"What do you think you're doing?" Jihoon asked, his stoic face still not shaken.
"I-I was following you into your studio," you said, rubbing your nose.
"I never said you could come in."
"Oh, well... I thought we were supposed to--"
"Supposed to what? Work together to improve your skills?"
"Y-yeah."
"If you're as talented as the CEO says, that's unnecessary."
"But--"

He stepped out from the other side of the door, making a point of backing you out of its frame, "Listen to me. I have two albums and an encore concert to prepare for, and I don't have time for instructing someone I don't know or even want to train. You're supposedly good already, so there's no point in any of this. Now if you'll excuse me, I have things to do."

With that, he shut his door and left you to yourself. What had you done to irritate him? Was he always like this? Questions swirled around your mind as you timidly made your way to the common area and took a seat at a table. Despite your very unwilling teacher, you were determined to not let your trainee time go to waste in the slightest. You reached into your bag and pulled out a notebook and pencil. If Jihoon wouldn't help you, you would have to help yourself.

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It had been a few days since Jihoon turned you away from his office. You'd coped fine without him, and spent that time composing a song of your own with the intention of eventually improving and editing it. The table in the common area had become your studio, but with no sort of method for making music, you were facing a dead end.

You looked up from your work to see a couple of members of Seventeen enter the room and make their way to the coffee machine. Among them was Jihoon, who appeared to not even notice you. Sighing to yourself, you looked back down at what you were doing. Without access to a music source, you had been writing down what instruments you felt should be played at certain parts. You had no idea what the result would sound like, but you stuck to your instincts.

Suddenly, a presence was looming you. Looking up again, you came face to face with Jihoon, whose eyes were practically burning holes in your papers.

"What are you doing?" he asked, still reading your work.
"Practicing," you replied simply.
"You know, writing the name of an instrument doesn't mean you can hear it."
"Do I look like I have any way to make music?"

He scoffed and took your papers from the table, "Follow me."

You know better than to grab your papers back, so you complied and followed him, soon arriving at his studio. You stopped at the doorway as he walked in, and he looked back at you with an impatient look.

"Why did you stop walking?" he asked dryly.
"Are you going to let me in this time?" you asked back.
"Do you always talk to your seniors like that?"
"Do you always look at people's work and take it from them without asking?"
"Just get in here..."

He shut the door behind you and motioned for you to take a seat next to him. He turned on his computer and pulled up his songwriting program, turning the monitor and keyboard your way.

"Make your song," he said.
"Huh?" you inquired.
"You clearly know what you want in your song, and I'm giving you the opportunity to make it."
"Oh... alright then...."

Luckily, the program wasn't buggy or complicated to use, and you eventually placed all of your desired instruments and sound effects on the lines the way they were written on your papers. Jihoon remained silent the whole time, making you nervous since you half expected him to pipe up with a critical comment or two. One you'd put everything together, Jihoon hit play.

The music began to play and the two of you were struck with shock and silence. An ethereal melody began resonating in your ears, a beat following under it. You glanced at Jihoon, whose face was completely wrought with surprise. How could you have made such a wonderful song without even hearing it? He hit the stop button and turned to look at you, his gaze absolutely paralyzing you.

"Y/N," he said firmly.
"Yes?" you responded.
"For someone with no training, that was incredible."
"Thank you..."
"That being said, I would be glad to help you further develop."
"Really?"

An almost sassy look captured his expression, "Well I can tell you're serious about composition. I was supposed to be helping you anyways, yeah?"

He then turned back to the computer. With a new mentor and a future forming right before your eyes, you felt that everything would be alright.