seventeen imagines

the8 - coffee shop

word count : 352

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as you read a chapter of a manga on your phone, you felt someone place their hand on top of your head. "you're supposed to be studying," a familiar voice spoke.

you looked up and the person removed their hand. you saw one of your upperclassmen friends known as the8 standing behind you. he had a cup in one hand while holding a bag with the other.

"what are you doing here?" you asked him, turning back to look at him.

"on my way to rehearsal," he answered, "it's our last night before opening night, so tonigjt will be our final run through," he added, mentioning the production number that he was involved in for your school's theatre program. "whatcha reading?" he asked, leaning over to peek at your phone screen, but you turned the screen off. "hey."

"you saw that it was manga. that's it. i was taking a break," you mentioned and opened your laptop again. the screen showed your paper that were had been typing earlier. "see how much i've done?"

"that's only half a page, y/n," the8 said as he glanced at your screen.

"better than less than half a page," you replied.

"oh, are you coming to the show tomorrow?" he asked, sitting down at the table across from you. you turned to face him and out your phone down on the table.

you nodded, "yea, should be," you replied as he drank his drink that he brought. "tea?" you asked, pointing to his cup.

"yea, want some?" he offered.

"nah, still have coffee in here," you said and picked up your cup of coffee. "so you're going to busy for awhile, right?" you asked him.

he nodded, "yea, but i'll still have time to get lunch this weekend."

you smiled, "okay. just text me saturday then."

he picked up his phone and stood up. "shoot, i'm going to be late. see you later?"

"i'm not hanging at dino's tonight," you mentioned, "so i'll see you at the show."

he smiled, "cool. see you."

"bye," you waved and he walked away with his tea in hand.