Our Tragedy {SEVENTEEN FIC}

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Seungcheol stare at the page of his lyrics notebook, each page is either blank or scrabbled all over. Without Hoshi, the performance team is struggling to create choreographies for them, Woozi couldn't write or composed anything else but sad depressing songs about people leaving their lives. They never wear anything colourful or bright anymore, even so they also never wear anything black because it reminds them of the funerals of the two.

It's been 5 months since Seungkwan's death and 3 since Soonyoung's, they'll have another comeback in two months but nothing seems to be going right. Chan got busted, Jeonghan caught him one night. They are keeping a close eye on the maknae, all are too traumatized to lose another member, they just can't simply lose anyone anymore.

It is getting late at Pledis Entertainment building, the performance team had return to their dorms first a couple hours ago with Joshua, Jun and Minghao can hardly keep themselves together and in no condition to make sure the maknae isn't doing it again.

Seungcheol wouldn't blame them, they just lost their unit leader and that itself is taking a toll on them. Jeonghan, Mingyu, Wonwoo and Seokmin are still practicing in their practice room, while Woozi, Vernon and himself plus Bumzu hyung are in Jihoon's studio.

"Guys that's enough for today. Pack your things, get the others and retire to your dorms" Bumzu says, he had quite enough of Woozi straining his vocals, Seungcheol looking unfocused by missing the beat more than 7 times. "Sorry.." they each mumbled but honestly nothing feels right at the moment, there's no energy or that usual drive to work. Everything feels monochrome and still, like the shinning diamond they once were is now dull with its shine gone.

"I'm staying for a little more......I want to be alone" Seungcheol says, they had gathered at the waiting room. Seokmin gives him a worried glance, Bumzu knew he couldn't stop him, they left the room leaving Seungcheol to himself. "I can't leave him here alone........I'll stick around here till he comes out" Jeonghan says when they're out of the door, but Joshua and Seokmin weren't having any of it.

"Hell no, you need your rest." And before Jeonghan could protest further Seokmin continues "I'll stay, more than any of us here, you know yourself that you need your sleep" it's true he wasn't able to get a wink of sleep in 4 days and counting, but right now the lead vocalist knows he could pass out any moment without trouble. Wonwoo stayed silent, they never hear his voice anymore unless it's for recording, like how most of them became, he grows silent as well.

"Can we all stay then? We could go back later....." He has a bad feeling about this, his guts is telling him something bad is about to happen. The situation feels like the time Seungkwan walks over to the balcony and when Hoshi left for practice that day. He feels sick somehow, the pit of his empty stomach just oddly wants to make him vomit and he just wants everyone to stay there.

"No, we can't leave Joshua hyung with those three any longer. He can't handle things on his own for so long, and you know how he is when treating Chan's-UGH! Let's all just go already" Vernon snaps, the stress and lost getting the very best of him. They all piled up inside the van but Seokmin just stare at the entrance, shaking in fear.

"Seokmin, what's wrong with you? Get on already!" unusually snappish Jihoon is a scary Jihoon but Seokmin stood still as if his feet were nailed to the ground. "I...I can't.....guys get off......I really don't know why but......really.....lets just go home later..." Not wanting Jihoon to blow up entirely, Mingyu hop off the van telling them they should go on ahead.

The two sat together just outside the waiting room in complete silence, Mingyu had an arm over Seokmin, he knows the boy is scared of something but what? Seungcheol emerges from the waiting room, surprised seeing those two still there. They eye their leader, dark circles round his eyes, his eyes red and puffy indicating he's been crying and his now skinny and frail frame compared to his masculine one he used to have.