As the sun set over the towering skyline of Seoul, casting a deep, golden hue over the city, S.Coups, the inspiring leader of SEVENTEEN, found himself alone by the poolside of his luxurious penthouse. The water shimmered under the dim lights, reflecting the city’s flickering energy, creating an almost dreamlike atmosphere. This was one of those rare, quiet moments when he could step away from the spotlight, his thoughts drifting through the echoes of his past.
As he inched closer to the pool, the cool night breeze brushed against his skin, carrying with it the distant hum of the city below. Memories of countless stage performances, the thunderous applause of Carats, and the countless sacrifices he had made to reach the pinnacle of his career swirled in his mind. It felt as if the water itself was calling him, its gentle ripples whispering his name, inviting him to pause, reflect, and breathe.
But life has a way of catching you off guard. As he stepped forward, his foot slipped on the sleek, damp tiles, sending him plunging into the icy water with a sharp, echoing splash. The sudden shock of the cold enveloped him, disorienting his senses. He instinctively reached out, but the water pulled him deeper, each stroke seeming to push him further from the surface. The once calm, inviting pool had transformed into a chilling, silent void.
As he struggled against the watery weight, his mind flashed with images – his bandmates’ smiling faces, the deafening roar of the crowd, the sacrifices that had defined his journey. With every frantic movement, the echoes of his past mixed with the muffled silence of the water, his lungs burning as he fought for air. It felt like time had slowed, each second stretching into an eternity as his strength faded.
Just as darkness began to creep into his vision, a strong, familiar hand reached through the icy grip of the water, seizing his wrist and pulling him back toward the shimmering surface. It was Jeonghan, his ever-watchful bandmate, whose instincts had brought him racing to the poolside just in time. As they clung to the pool’s edge, their breaths coming in gasps, S.Coups felt a profound gratitude, whispering a silent vow to never take another moment for granted, knowing that even the strongest leaders sometimes need a hand to guide them back to the surface.
