The soft hum of the ship's engine blended with the gentle crash of waves as you leaned against the railing, a chilled drink in your hand. The private cruise was unlike anything you'd experienced before, reserved for the elite, it exuded exclusivity and luxury. For a month, it was a floating escape, far from the demands of the world.

The sunlight bathed the sea in a golden glow, the vastness of the ocean stretching endlessly before you. You were lost in thought when a quiet voice broke the stillness.

“Nice view, right?”

You turned your head to see him, Woozi. Even if you hadn’t recognized his voice, his sharp features and unmistakable presence gave him away instantly. As the smallest member of Seventeen and the producer behind their hits, Woozi was a name everyone knew. But in this moment, he wasn’t the idol the world adored, he was just a man, standing quietly by your side.

His posture was relaxed, but there was a heaviness in his eyes, a subtle tension in his shoulders. Loneliness. He leaned against the railing, his gaze fixed on the horizon as if searching for answers out there in the waves.