Seventeen Imagines

Hansol

Imagine for RowyB03 and seventeenmydolan

Dat jawline tho, dayum son.
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"Hansol! Are you ready? We're gonna be late!"

You jump and down excitedly in the doorway of the apartment you shared with your best friend Hansol.

"Yeah yeah, I'm coming." He mutters, pulling on a hoodie.

You had convinced him to come with you to a GOT7 concert plus meet and greet beforehand. To say you were excited was an understatement, they were your favourite group and you were ecstatic. Hansol, on the other hand, wasn't as happy. Probably because you never shut up about them.

"Y/N, we have loads of time." Hansol mumbles as he walks painfully slowly over to you.

"Hansol. This is no joke. This is GOT7." You say earnestly, clutching your GOT7 T-shirt in your hand.

"Calm down. I'm ready now, let's go before you explode." He smiles fondly at you, holding his own T-shirt, and you grin back.

You walk out the door and run to the bus stop, Hansol running to catch up behind you. You catch the bus just in time and soon enough you're on your way to the concert. You burble excitedly to Hansol the entire time and he nods obediently. He likes GOT7 too just not as much as you do.

You arrive, after a nearly half hour journey on the bus, at the hall where the concert will be held. The meet and greet was in about an hour and there was already a line even though the boys weren't there yet. You grab Hansol's hand and drag him toward it.

"Let's go, let's go, lets go, let's go." You chant.

Hansol sighs but lets you drag him to the back of the line. Soon enough, people fill the empty space behind you and you're deep within the line. Of course, all you talk about is GOT7, not really caring if Hansol gets annoyed at you.

"I can't believe I'm gonna see them up close! I bet BamBam is cuter in real life! And Mark, oh my gosh, I can't even handle seeing him. Also, I'm pretty sure I'm gonna go blind when I see Youngjae smile. Don't even get me started on Jackson-"

"Yes, I get it Y/N! They're hot!" Hansol exclaims loudly, causing several girls nearby to stare.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop." You mutter, your cheeks going slightly pink.

Hansol shifts uncomfortably. He takes your hand and squeezes it tightly. You look at up at him to see his apologetic expression.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I know you're excited and you want to talk about them. You go ahead if you want to." He says softly.

You shake your head defiantly and he sighs, yet again. He playfully throws his arm around you, attempting to lighten up the mood again.

"Awh, c'mon. You were saying something about Jackson?" He says, grinning at you.

"Well..."

"Yes?"

"He's just so derpy! He's like my sprit animal, so funny and crazy. And hot as heck."

"Eh, I bet I'm hotter."

"In your dreams. He can rap and all. So cool." You stare dreamily into the distance as Hansol's arm falls off your shoulders.

"A rapper, huh?" He asks a little sheepishly.

"Kinda. Awesome, right?"

"Yeah, right." He watches your face as you daydream about them. "Actually, Y/N, I'm kinda a rapper-"