It was a quiet, moonlit night in the upscale residential area on the outskirts of Seoul. S.Coups, the beloved leader of the K-pop group SEVENTEEN, had just wrapped up a long day of rehearsals. The weight of the group’s upcoming comeback was heavy on his shoulders, but tonight, he decided to unwind. His sprawling estate, complete with a luxurious swimming pool, offered the solitude he craved.
The water in the pool shimmered under the pale light of the moon, inviting him for a late-night swim. S.Coups loved the feeling of the water against his skin, a temporary escape from the pressures of being in the spotlight. He changed into a simple pair of black trunks and stepped outside, letting the cool night air wash over him.
He dove into the water, the sensation of the cool depths calming his restless mind. Stroke after stroke, he moved across the pool, pushing himself further, letting the rhythm of his movements drown out his thoughts. The music of SEVENTEEN’s latest album echoed in his mind, fueling him to swim harder, to let go of everything.
As he neared the edge of the pool for another lap, a sudden sharp pain in his chest made him falter. His breaths became shallow and uneven, his limbs growing heavy. Panic set in as his vision blurred, and he struggled to keep himself afloat. The edge of the pool seemed so far away now, and the water that once brought him peace now felt like a trap.
With a final desperate gasp, S.Coups’ body gave way, and he sank beneath the water’s surface. The cool liquid closed over him, muffling the world above. Everything went dark.
Meanwhile, inside the house, the sound of the front door opening reached the ears of the staff. They had grown accustomed to his late-night swims but had never expected him to stay underwater so long. Concerned, one of his assistants hurried outside to check on him.
What they found was a horrifying sight—S.Coups, unconscious and floating at the bottom of the pool. His assistant screamed for help, diving in to pull him out.
Minutes later, paramedics arrived, their sirens cutting through the night air. They worked swiftly, performing CPR and stabilizing him before rushing him to the hospital. His fans, who had been eagerly awaiting an update on his condition, were left in shock as news spread of the incident.
Hours later, S.Coups regained consciousness in the hospital, groggy and disoriented. His head throbbed, and his chest ached, but he was alive. The doctors informed him that he had suffered from acute stress and exhaustion, a combination that had led to a sudden panic attack while swimming. His body had given out on him, but he had been lucky.
The incident left him shaken, but also changed. S.Coups realized that no matter how much he loved his work, his health and well-being had to come first. The pressures of being a leader, a public figure, and an artist were immense, but he couldn’t let them consume him.
In the weeks that followed, S.Coups took time off to rest and recover, reconnecting with his bandmates and rediscovering the importance of balance. He also began advocating for mental health awareness, speaking openly about the toll that fame and constant work could take on one’s well-being.
The near-tragic event would become a pivotal moment in his life, reminding him—and his fans—that even those who seem invincible need to take care of themselves, both physically and mentally. S.Coups emerged from the darkness of that night stronger, wiser, and more determined than ever to lead SEVENTEEN with a renewed sense of purpose and c
are for his own health.
