Sicheng stared out of the tour bus window, watching the passing scenery blur into a mosaic of colors and shapes. He was lost in his thoughts, his mind a whirlwind of emotions and confusion. It had been a long and exhausting day of rehearsals, and now, as the sun dipped below the horizon, he couldn't help but reflect on the tangled web of relationships within WayV.
When he had first joined the group, he hadn't known what to expect. Sicheng was never one to easily open up to people, and forming close bonds with his fellow members wasn't his top priority. He was more focused on perfecting his dance moves and improving his singing skills. But then, there was Yangyang.
Yangyang had burst into Sicheng's life like a whirlwind. He was energetic, talkative, and had a smile that could light up the darkest of rooms. Sicheng couldn't deny that he was drawn to Yangyang's charisma, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a bit overwhelmed by the younger member's exuberance.
Their initial interactions had been polite but distant. Sicheng had always been reserved, and Yangyang, well, he had been busy forming a close bond with Ten. It seemed that Ten and Yangyang just clicked from the start. They laughed together, practiced together, and were often seen huddled in deep conversation. Sicheng watched them from the sidelines, feeling like an outsider in his own group.
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As weeks turned into months and WayV's debut date approached, Sicheng and Yangyang had started to talk more. It was mostly about choreography and music, but it was a start. Sicheng appreciated Yangyang's dedication and talent, and he couldn't deny that the younger member's presence added a certain liveliness to the group.
But there was something that bothered Sicheng. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it gnawed at him, a persistent ache in the pit of his stomach. It was the way Yangyang looked at Ten, the way he laughed at Ten's jokes, and the way he seemed to hang on to Ten's every word. It was jealousy, Sicheng realized, and he hated himself for feeling it.
Sicheng glanced across the bus at Ten, who was engrossed in a book. Ten was older than the rest of them, and he carried himself with a quiet confidence that drew people in. Sicheng had always admired Ten, both as a person and as a performer. But lately, that admiration had taken on a bitter edge.
He couldn't escape the feeling that Yangyang and Ten had something special, something that he would never be able to compete with. They were like magnets, drawn to each other in a way that Sicheng couldn't understand. And it frustrated him to no end.
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One evening, as the group gathered in their shared dorm after a long day of promotions, Sicheng couldn't contain his jealousy any longer. He watched as Yangyang and Ten sat together on the couch, laughing and sharing stories. It was as if they were in their own little world, and Sicheng felt like an outsider looking in.
He took a deep breath, trying to gather his courage, and then he approached them. "Hey, guys," he said, trying to sound casual.
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Stay With Me (Short One-Shots) (NCT X NCT)
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