seventeen imagines

dk - time capsule

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"y/n? what are you doing here?"

you stood up straight and turned around to see dokyeom, one of your classmates. it looked like he had just left school and was cutting through a field that connected to your elementary school.

"oh, hi. i'm digging up something," you answered him.

"...i gathered up that much information considering you're holding a shovel..."

you rolled your eyes at him and lightly threw the shovel down onto the grass next to you. you brushed your hands from some dirt that had gotten into them.

"i don't know if you remember, but when we were in second grade, we made a time capsule as a class. the teacher emailed me today and said that she wanted everyone to get together if possible, but she wanted someone to dig it up. so i volunteered out of the people she emailed about it," you explained to him.

"wait, oh! i remember!" he suddenly exclaimed. "when's everyone meeting up?" he asked you.

"someone else is planning on sending a group text, so i'm not sure yet," you answered.

"do you need help digging?" he asked you before looking at his watch, "i'm done with rehearsal for the day."

"if you would be so kind because my back is already killing me."

—

dokyeom had started digging for said time capsule while you sat on the grass next to him.

"i don't even remember what i put in it. do you?" dokyeom asked you while throwing some dirt into another pile with the shovel.

"our teacher said all of us put letters in it and an item. she said she put photos of us in there too, but i don't remember what item i put in it," you answered, "if i had to guess, maybe something from my desk."

"we were so little back then. this will be fun opening it up," dokyeom said with a smile.

"yea, it will," you replied. "thanks for—"

dokyeom hit something that sounds like metal.

"is that it?" you asked, standing up and looking into the hole.

dokyeom crouched down and brushed some dirt with his hand. a metal box started to become visual.

dokyeom looked up at you with a grin, "jackpot."

—

over a week had passed since the time capsule was dug up. you were meeting everyone at a park and got off at a bus stop. you headed into the park through one of the entrances and looked around to see if you could find the picnic table that your old teacher said to meet at.

"y/n! over here!"

someone called for you and you noticed someone waving at you. as you got closer, you recognized a few people. some of them you went to school with while others you hadn't seen since elementary school.

"you got tall," you heard someone say.

"and you didn't hit a growth spurt?"

"y/n, you got so much prettier," one of your classmates said to you.

"no way. i still look the same for the most part," you replied.

"oh come on. she got scouted a few months ago for a modeling agency," one of your classmates said to your classmates you were sitting with. "and guess what? she declined the offer."

"and now i won't have to give up eating," you replied before looking over at another table. other classmates were looking at the time capsule.

"when are we going to open it?" one of the guys asked.

"is everyone that could make it here?" your teacher asked all of you.

"we're still missing a few," someone mentioned.

"alright, let's give it a few minutes," your teacher said.

"hey, let's get some drinks," one of the guys suggested.

"oh, i want to come," someone else said while standing up.

—

after a bit, everyone who could make it to the park arrived. your teacher, now retired, recalled some memories with all of you, and your classmates started to remember bits and pieces from when you were altogether in the classroom.

"alright, let's get this opened," one of the guys said. he opened the box, and inside were a bunch of items.

"hey! my baseball!"

"oh my gosh, i forgot this was in there."

"hey, y/n, isn't this yours?" dokyeom asked you, holding a keychain with the sanrio star twins on it.

"yea, it is!" you instantly smiled as dokyeom handed you the keychain. "how'd you know?" you asked him.

"you still have sanrio keychains on your backpack," dokyeom replied, "i remember seeing them the other day."

"everyone, pass these out. it's the letters you wrote when you were younger," your teacher said as she grabbed some envelopes out of a plastic bag.

"hey, my handwriting sucked."

"did you write your name backwards?"

"don't ask..."

once you got your letter, you walked away while opening the envelope. you recognized the stationary as your own from back in the day and pulled out the letter.

as you read it, someone stood by you, peeking over to read your letter.

"you wanted to be an astronaut?" dokyeom asked you. you looked at him.

"i mean, can you blame me? it sounds like so much fun," you said to him. "and what did you want to become, dokyeom?" you asked.

he smiled and unfolded his letter to show you. he pointed his finger to a certain sentence, "a singer," he said with a chuckle. "looks like one of us accomplished our goals."

you rolled your eyes at him, "hey, give me some time, alright?" you replied.

"yea, you're gonna need it."