Seventeen Imagines

Hansol

Imagine for Anonymous

"They're going to love you Y/N. You shouldn't be worried!" Hansol clasped his hands on yours. You were outside Hansol's parent's house waiting to meet them for the first time. You were standing on the porch waiting for the perfect time to go in.

"Who said I was worried?" You smiled at him through your hair that had fallen into your face. Hansol absentmindedly brushed it behind your ear, his hand resting in your hair.

"Y/N, you don't have to hide anything from me. It's okay to be afraid of something for once in your life." He gave you a reassuring smile.

"I know, but what if they don't like me?" You whispered. At first you hadn't been the slightest bit scared of his parents and what they will think of you, but now Hansol had made you think there should be something to fear.

"They will... I think."

"You think?! What's that supposed to mean?" Your mouth hung open, your eyes wide. He just leaned in and pecked your lips. You were interrupted by a knock on the window.

Both Hansol and you turned your heads towards the noise. Standing by the window was a middle aged man who looked discreetly like Hansol. He has a scowl set on his lips. Oh, that can't be good.

"Ah," Hansol rubbed his head in embarrassment, "w-we better go inside." He grabbed your hand and pulled you through the door.

Once you were inside the door slammed behind you. The man, also known as Hansol father looks upon you. Hansol immediately bowed his head in respect and you followed his lead.

"Father, it's nice to see you." Hansol shakes his hand. For you this was very awkward. You and your dad were so natural around each other, but the two acted like they barely knew each other.

"It's good to see you too." Hansol's dad turns till he looks at you directly. You try and shrink away. "This must be your... What do you call it? Girlfriend?" He looks at you with distaste and you feel your ears turn pink.

"Yes, father. Please try and be nice to-"

"Hansol, is that you?" A head pops around the side of the door. It was a younger girl with light brown hair. You immediately recognised her as Hansol's sister. You knew from the pictures Hansol has showed you of her. Her eyes widened at the sight of him, she ran up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. He bent down so that he was kneeling in front of her and put his hands on either side of her face.

Since Seventeen's debut he hasn't had a lot of time to see his family, especially Sophia.

"Hi Sophia, how've you been? I've missed you so much!" He grabbed her sides and twirled her in the air, she laughed historically. You couldn't help but smile at the two of them.

"Alright, that's enough Hansol." His father said and he instantly put her down.

"Sorry."

You looked at the relationship between Hansol and his dad... Something wasn't right here. They were tense around each other, as if something has happened in the past.

"Anyway, come on Y/N. Let's find my mum." He wraps a arm around your waist to lead you to her, but drops it suddenly when he feels his Father's glare burning into his back.