Seventeen Imagines

Hansol

Imagine for Alejandra_s_1000, Kiminida and hansolame

"This is gonna be awesome! I can't wait!" Your friend squeals. She grabs your arm, jostling you, and you get shoved against the taxi door.

You were currently on your way to the airport with your best friend. You were going to catch a plane to Hong Kong, and, if you were honest with yourself, you were kinda worried. It was the first time you were going abroad with your friend without your parents. And she was totally hyper.

"Sorry guys, there's a lot of traffic for some reason." Your taxi driver speaks up front the front.

"Yeah, what's going on?" You mutter to yourself. You look out the window to see the airport parking lot merely metres away but the traffic was preventing the taxi from actually entering.

"Wait a minute..." Your friend speaks up but trails off before she can finish her sentence. You turn to look at her and she's staring intently out of her own window.

"What is it?" You ask.

"There's a suspiciously large group of girls over there." She turns her head and looks at you, her expression disbelieving. "Is there a boy group nearby or something?"

You shrug. "Could be."

You lean over and look out her window. Sure enough, you see a group of about 50 teenage girls waiting by the entrance to the airport.

Suddenly, they start screaming. A car had just pulled up and out came several good looking guys.

"Yup, it's a boy group." You say. "Trust our luck. Now we'll never get on the plane, imagine the hold up they'll cause."

"It's Seventeen." Your friend whispers to you in a hushed tone.

"Oh God. You're obsessed with them." You pull back and slump back in your seat. "I'm guessing that as soon as we get our of this car, you're gonna ambush them too?"

She snorts. "No way. I'm gonna play it cool." She flicks her hair dramatically and grins, but you can tell by the excitement shining in her eyes that she was acting casual for your sake.

"Well, let's hope they have a preference for casual stalkers." You say.

"I am not a stalker." She says as she takes out her phone and snaps about a hundred photos of the boys walking into the airport.

The taxi finally gets in and parks. You and your friend pay and proceed to drag your suitcases to the entrance of the airport. The group of fangirls have disappeared inside with the boys so getting in was easy.

Once you had passed through security and all that airport stuff, you came to the waiting area. It was filled with grumpy people waiting for their planes but there was one group of boys that definitely stood out. The Seventeen boys all sat down, horsing around while they wait.

Your friend stops short and tenses up immediately. She stares at them and you laugh a little.

"If you like them so much then go and say hi. Get a picture or something." You say. She stares at you like you've lost your mind.

"Are you crazy? I cannot do that. Nope. No way." She shakes her head furiously.

"Well, if you insist." You shrug and start to make your way to two free chairs in the waiting area. But your friend grabs your arm and stops you abruptly. "What?" You ask her, annoyed.

"We can't go to those seats! They're there." She says in a hushed tone, referring to Seventeen.

"Oh woman up, they won't bite," you shrug your arm free and defiantly sit in the seat merely 2 or 3 chairs from the boys. Your friend meekly joins you and you can see how nervous she is. "They're just people, calm down." You tell her.