seventeen imagines

the8 - picture perfect

word count : 502

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you were out in town on your day off, taking photos of various items, scenery, et cetera while walking around.

after leaving a restaurant where you had lunch, you headed to a nearby community garden that you loved visiting. you headed over to the garden in hopes to find new flowers blooming.

you crossed a street and made it to the garden. you saw a few people wandering around as you entered the walkway.

you walked towards the middle of the garden, knowing that some new flowers should be around there. you found the flowers in a fenced off area and admired them.

you turned your camera on and held it up, looking through the viewfinder. while adjusting your stance to take a photo of the garden, you noticed a guy walk into the frame. despite the intrusion, you took a picture before looking down at your camera. you looked at the photo and smiled at the result.

"sorry, was i in your shot?"

you looked up and saw the guy who accidentally made it into your photo.

you shook your head and smiled at him, "no, you're fine," you said to him. "i just take photos for fun, i don't mind any intrusion." you noticed his apron with the garden's logo on it, "do you work here?" you asked him.

"oh, i volunteer on the weekends," he mentioned. "i'm minghao," he introduced himself and held out his hand to you.

you took his hand and shook it, "y/n. nice to meet you."

"oh, we have roses that were brought over a few days ago. they're really beautiful," he mentioned and walked you a few meters to a spot where roses were growing, "pictures are worth a thousand words but nothing beats seeing the real thing," he commented as you admired the roses.

after staring at them for a bit, you crouched down and held your camera up, looking into the viewfinder again. you took a photo of the newly bloomed roses before putting your camera down.

"want one?" minghao asked you.

"hm?"

he took a pair of shears from one of the pockets in his apron before kneeling in front of the roses. he carefully snipped a rose off of the bush and took out another tool to take the thorns off. then, he handed the rose to you.

"really?" you questioned.

he smiled at you, "people do it all the time. take it," he urged. you took the rose into your hand.

"thank you," you said to him.

"you're welcome," he replied and both of you stood up. "if you want, i know some places where you can get really good photos. i could text them to you," he offered.

you smiled, "or you could take me to those places yourself," you added. both of you smiled at each other. "so is this when you give me your number?" you asked him.

"i think now would be a good time, don't you?" he replied and both of you laughed.