Seventeen ~ scenarios [please request]

Woozi ~ Depressed

You were walking with your best friend to your history class when he kept talking about his depression and anxiety.

You honestly had no idea about how heavy it was but it was a bit annoying listening to him talk about it. You hate negative things. It's not that you hate depressed people though.

"You aren't depressed." You said to him simply.
You could see a change in his facial expression, and you didn't know what it meant.

Next thing you knew, you were being pulled around a corner. You couldn't see anyone but Woozi as he pulled you behind him. He turned around and looks for people as if he was checking if someone followed you two.

You turned around trying to see what he saw but he just turned you around and pushed you backwards until your back came in contact with a wall. His eyes stared into yours intensely with... Rage burning in them. Why rage?

"Say that to my therapist!" And he walked off.
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'what just happened?'
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Sitting down in you history class you placed your books down on the desk you share you woo-

Where's woozi?

You looked left... You looked right... You looked behi- oh there he is.. wait why is he at the back of the classroom?

I'm sorry if I offended you but can you come sit back down next to me? I didn't explain my point correctly. I truly am sorry. (Y/N)

After throwing the piece of paper in his direction, you waited a few seconds before you started to hear footsteps coming closer to you. You knew exactly who it was.

"Thanks for giving me a second chance. I really appreciate it" you grabbed a spare book that you bring into every class just in case and started drawing something.

One thing that makes you and Woozi such best friends is that you are both metaphorical people. So as you were drawing you started explaining your thoughts and opinions about depression to him.

"Think of yourself as the sky, right?" "Left" you giggled at his immature comment, slapping him playfully on his upper arm as you do. "Depressive thoughts are like clouds, they can be all sorts of shapes and sizes, different colours too. They just come and go... Ya see?" He just hummed in response. "but the clouds aren't the sky, and the sky isn't the clouds." you continued.
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