What Kind of Future

[A/N: italized words are flashbacks.]

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As if nothing happened
I told myself that this is all a dream
When I close my eyes and open them again
I wanted to wake up with a relief

Heaving a deep sigh, Jihoon stares blankly at his computer while the song keeps on blaring inside his studio. As the song continues to play, Jihoon doesn't seem to show any emotion aside from pain -- maybe because of the message of the song or how it literally describes the story of his life.

"I really am a fool, ain't I?" He told himself as the pang inside his chest continues to grow and without knowing it, tears began to flow down his cheeks.

It's been years but memories of her are still there, still hunting him.. still breaking him into pieces.

He's basically just a little kid when he starts feeling giddy for a certain person -- when he started feeling this so-called "butterflies in the stomach". He's just a little child in everyone's eyes and he knew to himself that he shouldn't be feeling this way.

"Jihoonie~" the girl called out his name in a very cute way causing him to smile widely. There it goes again, the butterfiles in his stomach won't stop from rumbling -- it tickles him and at the same time, hurting him.

"N..noona? Why are you still here? C..classes are all over, right?" He managed to ask while giving himself a mental slap for stuttering like an idiot.

"Yes.. B-but, I want to watch your baseball practice.." Jihoon just stood there while staring at his noona's eyes for a few minutes . He didn't know if it was only him but he noticed that the older's cheeks were flushed which really matches with the color of the sky. It made her look prettier.

Our future that isn't lining up
If I can go back in time
Rather than roughly, but warmly
Would I be able to let you go?

"I didn't know you compose good songs! Oh my gosh, Jihoonie! You should become a producer or an idol when you grow up!!" She exclaimed with a big smile on her face and it didn't do any good to Jihoon in keeping his cool.

"I.. I don't think I am in that level yet.." Jihoon said with a shy smile which earned a pinch from his noona.

"Why not? I'm telling you, you'll go big!" She smiled at him -- it was sweet, comforting, and painfully heartwarming. And her eyes.. her eyes are as beautiful as diamonds -- it is causing him shortness of breath whenever their eyes meets.

The both of them entered a comfortable silence before the girl speaks again with a smile still plastered on her face.

"Will you make a song for me too, Jihoonie?" she asked and from there, Jihoon made a mental note to himself that he really adore her.

When we weren't over
As I held onto whatever is left
You let go of me as I refused

This is it! He'll be debuting soon! He couldn't wait to personally tell his family and friends in Busan that his 4 years of training is coming to a good ending.

His years of training was indeed a rollercoaster drive -- it brought the best and worst out of him.

Being able to meet SEVENTEEN was really a blessing to him. Jihoon never knew he would be able to have a second family. He is so happy but there's still this emptiness that he couldn't explain -- why is he still lonely?

This waiting
It's not easy to endure
If I forget some day
As if nothing is wrong
Our future will be empty and sad
It's not that I want to forget you

Jihoon slowly walked towards the bench where they always stay to do homeworks or to just chat with each other but unlike before -- she is no longer there. No one is there anymore, no one waiting for him unlike before.

Of course, Jihoon, it's been 4 years -- everything's changed. She must've transferred to a different school now. She must have a new life now the same way as you having a completely new life without her.

He sat on the bench as he opened his little notebook and starts writing on it. He feels so dumb and stupid thinking that everything stays the same once he comes back -- thinking that he might be able to understand his feelings for her now that he's 20, more mature & open-minded. This is not the future that he wanted. But what can he do? All he does is to write songs.. putting his entire feelings to all songs he is making thinking that in the future, his special someone will be able to know that these songs are dedicated for her.

"Will you make a song for me too, Jihoonie?"

What kind of future is the right one for us
Heaven isn't giving us an answer
Or perhaps it's because I am too stupid
But I don't know the answer

"It's a song that I wrote to sing only once in my life." - Woozi 2020

A/N: Woozi's What Kind of Future is stuck in my head for a few days now and my soul won't be able to rest in peace if I'm not gonna do anything so I  decided to make a story out of it. I don't really have any plot and just wrote what's on my mind so I'm really sorry if it's super lame. I tried my best, tho >3< anyhow, the girl in this fic is referenced to woozi's first love that he talked abt during their OFD in Japan.