Woozi was an idol—he was the heart and soul of SEVENTEEN. Alongside his members—Hoshi, Wonwoo, Dino, Jun, Jeonghan, Vernon, Seungkwan, Mingyu, Joshua, S.Coups, Minghao, and DK—he helped shape the group into one of the most successful and beloved acts in the industry. The world saw him as a musical genius, the mastermind behind their hits. Woozi was known for his introverted personality. He hates physical touch and likes to be alone.

As the group’s producer, Woozi poured every ounce of himself into crafting songs that resonated with millions. He spent countless sleepless nights in the studio making perfecting melodies. When he wasn’t producing, he was pushing himself in the gym or rehearsing until exhaustion took over. His dedication knew no limits—he gave everything to the music, to the fans, to his members. Yet he forgot about himself.

You had worked in this exclusive celebrity hotel for years, catering to the biggest names in the industry. It was a private paradise, a hidden gem on a secluded island where A-listers could escape the spotlight. Every guest was assigned their own personal staff, ensuring their stay was nothing short of perfection. You had seen it all—actors, singers, models—each with their own quirks, demands, and exhaustion from the relentless entertainment industry.

This time, your client was Woozi from SEVENTEEN.Taking a deep breath, you adjusted your uniform, put on your best professional smile, and gently pushed the door open. Woozi sat on the edge of the bed, still as a statue, his gaze unfocused. His bags were thrown carelessly on the floor, untouched, as if he hadn’t even registered their presence. He looked… lost. Not in a physical sense, but in a way that made your chest tighten.