SEVENTEEN IMAGINES

#82 1999

#SeventeenImagines

#Imagineno

#Chan

1999

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Your POV:

In the year 1999, a little baby was born, and the 7 years old me was so happy, I'm not related to him, but since our families had always been in a close knot with them, I promised myself that I will take care of this little baby no matter what.

"Our baby Chan, y/n noona will always take care of you"

I promised the little boy who was soundly asleep in his mother's warm embrace, while my mom smiled at me, she always knew how fond I am of little kids, and now that we have a little neighbor, she knows how happy I am.

2004, five years later, Chan was now five years old while I'm twelve, and I am here at his school waiting for his classes to finish, and after a few moments I saw him running with a bright smile until he finally reached me and he hugged me tightly.

"y/n noona!"

He said in his usual sweet tone making me smile, I kneel down a bit to reach this little boy's level as I messed his already messy hair, which made him giggle.

"Noona! I want ice cream"

He said with a pout, can this little kid get any cuter? He made such an adorable face, so cute that no one can ever resist.

"Fine, noona will buy you your favorite ice cream"

He hugged me once again, and it was enough to fill my day with happiness.

"Thank you noona, you're really the best"

He said as he suddenly kissed my cheek, I smiled, his innocence is really something that makes me love this kid even more, the fact that I don't have any sibling, I treat him as my younger brother now.

Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years. As time passes by really quick Chan is getting bigger now.

2010, I am now eighteen while Chan is eleven. And today is the day of my 18th birthday.

"Noona!! Happy birthday!!!"

Chan was the first person who came in this morning, he went inside my room while holding a cake, he's someone who's always been staying in my room, when he was little, he would stay all day while I am taking care of him.

I blew the candle while I messed his hair which is something that I would usually do.

"Yah noona, stop messing my hair, I'm a grown up now"

His words made me laugh while glared at me, I know that he's not mad, he can't be mad at me because I'm 100% sure that I'm his favorite noona, and he can never get mad at me.