seventeen imagines

mingyu - study date

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"and despite—"

the door to the classroom suddenly opened and revealed mingyu, who was holding a pizza box in one hand while holding the door open.

"it's so cold outside!" he announced as he walked in, letting the door close by itself.

you stopped the stopwatch that was on your phone. "okay, since you're here, i give up on practicing my speech."

"isn't your speech tomorrow?" mingyu asked as he put his stuff down at a table. he opened the pizza box and took a slice out, immediately taking a bite.

"next week. did you get pepperoni?" you asked as you walked over to him.

"mhm," he replied and you reached the table. you picked up a slice and took a bite, finally able to eat after practicing and doing homework since the morning.

you sat on top of the table that was next to the one the pizza was sitting on. mingyu continued to stand in front of the table as both of you ate.

"do you have a lot of work to do?" you asked him.

"well, gotta write my speech," he stated the obvious and wiped his hands with a napkin that he brought, "and work on paper. everything else is just busy work," he added and grabbed another slice. "do you have a lot of work?" he asked before eating.

you shrugged, "mainly busy work, but i need to go ahead and practice my speech. after all, my day to give it is a week before yours."

he chuckled, "loser."

you rolled your eyes, "it's so unfair how he does it," you complained about your professor's way of setting of the speaking days and groups, putting your half eaten slice of pizza on some napkins that you had laid out on the table.

mingyu shrugged, "hey, at least you're gonna get it over with," he said to you.

"yea, i guess you're right, but it's boring when you just sit there," you replied. "oh, your calculator," you remembered and grabbed your backpack off the floor. you opened it and handed the calculator to mingyu, who took it and placed it on the table.

"thanks," he replied, "how'd your test go?" he asked.

"i think it went good. i forgot to move a decimal place on a problem, but i don't think dr.han will take that many points off," you answered him, recalling your exam that you took the day prior. you finished eating your slice of pizza. "okay, practice time," you said and stood up.

"woo, go y/n!" mingyu shouted as you walked up to the podium. you rolled his eyes at his outburst and watched him take another bite of pizza. "go y/n! you got this!" he continued cheering, as if you were about to perform rather than giving a speech.

"you can stop with the theatrics," you said to him and he smiled.

"oh get ready baby. i'm gonna cheer on your speech date. loud and proud for my baby," mingyu said as he sat down on top of one of the tables in front of you.