Seventeen Imagines

4. Lost in His Eyes » x. minghao

pairing: Minghao x Y/N

word count: 1,07k

tags: one sided love.

Why does this situation bring tears to my eyes? Why am I shedding tears when there's nothing between us? How can he evoke such a whirlwind of emotions within me? A mere glimpse of his smile or a simple "hello" is all it takes to fill my heart.

Everything he does appears flawless in my eyes. His smile, those captivating eyes, and the way he giggles—it's as if he effortlessly weaves magic.

The anticipation of waking up in the morning, knowing that I'll head to college and catch a glimpse of him makes me genuine happy.

The toughest part of it all is that these feelings are one-sided. He smiles at me, we exchange greetings, and we even engage in conversation.

But we're like from two different worlds in the same class. He's part of the cool crowd, while I often feel unnoticed. 

I can't be like him, so outgoing and charming. I'm just there, smiling when I see him having a good time with his friends.

But why is he so pretty? I find it impossible to tear my gaze away from him. Maintaining eye contact can be a real challenge, especially when he holds it so confidently. 

His height requires me to look up, meeting his enchanting eyes. Those long, beautiful eyelashes of his only add to his allure. I can't help but wonder how stunning his future children will be.

If he knew how far I'd go for him, would it make him like me even just a bit more? If he knew the depth of my affection, would he ever consider the possibility of us being more than just friends?

I often wonder if I'm not attractive enough for him. I don't resemble the girls he hangs out with, and I don't possess their level of beauty or intelligence.

Falling in love is always a challenge for me, and when it finally happens, it feels like a one-sided affair.

My eyes first met his the moment college began, during our very first class - math. He stood by the stairs, his big, expressive eyes reflecting a touch of confusion as he waited for the teacher. I spotted him and found myself unable to look away. 

At that time, I just thought he was handsome, never anticipating that I would eventually fall for him so deeply.

But as the days passed, I found myself seeking him out more and more. In the bustling crowds, my eyes instinctively scanned for his presence. 

Each time our eyes met, a shiver would run down my spine. My body would tremble when we conversed in a small group, and he casually stood beside me, his arm lightly brushing against mine.

His smile had a way of melting me, and his voice held a soothing balm for my wounded soul. His intelligence was striking, always having the right answers to the teacher's questions. I couldn't help but admire him every time he responded with such precision.

I find myself drawn to him, despite knowing so little about him. Why? How is it possible to fall for someone I barely know? Why does my heart lead me into this emotional turmoil, making me suffer so intensely?

Today, he and his friends arrived a bit late to class. As they chatted and made their way to their seats, my mind began to drift towards him. 

I watched them from my desk, my thoughts wandering while the teacher spoke, as I yearned for his presence.

His soft laughter was audible to me, and I found it impossible to concentrate on what the teacher was saying. My thoughts were consumed by him, leaving no room for anything else.

Why is it so difficult to get him out of my thoughts? What should I do? Should I persist in harboring these feelings for him or make an effort to let go?

"Y/N-ah, it's time to go. The class has ended," my friend gently nudged me, breaking me from my reverie.

I rose from my seat, slinging my bag over my shoulder, and headed towards the door.

As I trailed my friend toward the exit, my mind still preoccupied with thoughts of him, I walked without much awareness of my surroundings. Lost in my own world, I suddenly collided with a solid and warm chest, causing me to wobble dangerously, almost falling to the ground.

In that fleeting moment of disorientation, a strong hand swiftly reached out, firmly placing itself against my back to prevent my fall. 

Another hand, reassuring and confident, settled on my waist, stabilizing me and ensuring that I remained on my feet. I found myself looking up, my gaze locking onto a pair of eyes that radiated concern, those same captivating eyes that had been the subject of my thoughts for so long.

His voice, smooth and soothing, broke the silence that had enveloped us. "Are you alright?"

My heart raced, caught between embarrassment and excitement, as I stammered out a response, "Y-yes, thank you. I, um, I wasn't paying attention."

He offered a gentle smile, and the sensation of his hand on my back and waist lingered for a moment longer, sending a thrilling shiver through me. "Be more careful next time," he said, and with that, he released me. I was left in a daze, my heart racing even faster than before.

He continued on his way and I couldn't tear my gaze away, my eyes following his every move as he made his exit. His footsteps echoed faintly in the corridor, each one tugging at my heartstrings.

I stood there, still as a statue, lost in the brief encounter. The world around me seemed to fade into the background as I watched him disappear from view, the memory of his touch on my back and waist etching itself into my mind. 

I couldn't help but wonder if he felt the same electric charge that had surged through me in those few heart-pounding seconds.

Why, Minghao? 

Why can't you perceive the depth of my affection for you?

Why can't you perceive the way you affect me? 

How my body responds to every gentle touch of your hand?

Or how my gaze averts itself shyly when our eyes meet? 

Don't you notice how my eyes track your every move when you walk in? 

Don't you realize the turmoil you've stirred within my mind? 

Don't you see the joy it brings me just to witness your smile?

Can't you see, Minghao? How much I truly like you?

A/N

Something different. I might work on another chapter for this story.