NCT DREAM IMAGINES

7' Stephen Curry (Chenle)

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Chenle imagine~

Setting: Basketball game

Fluff

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Y/N's POV:

I nervously play with my bracelet as I wait for my boyfriend to pick me up for our date. Anton and I have been dating for the past six months and we've been doing pretty well.

We met in high school and immediately became friends until he popped the big question at the matric dance. Now we're in our first year in college.

Although, three moths ago, Anton moved to South Korea, to debut in a K-pop group. Nevertheless, our relationship continued, long-distance style. We both trust each other blindly.

Anton came back to visit a week ago for a Korean Concert here in Los Angeles, and he'd promised to meet up for a date. So here we are.

Oh, here I am, waiting for him to pick me up. It's been forever since I've met him and I'm absolutely nervous despite being overly excited.

I wait for twenty more minutes after that and there is no sign of him pulling up. I had texted him five times but he didn't reply to any of my messages or calls.

Five more minutes later, my phone starts to buzz continously but I ignore it, only because I'm not fully aware of it at the moment. When I do notice it though, I take it out of my purse almost immediately. That's when it begins to ring.

"Hello?" I answer hesitantly, despite knowing exactly what the person wants.

"Are you still up for the deal?" Alia, my best friend asks me for the nth time this week.

She's been pestering me about going with her to the final NBA game tonight, and me not being so enthusiastic about basketball obviously turned the offer down.

Anton also spared me Alia's pleas by planning to meet up with me for our date. Although, he is nowhere to be seen now, and Alia's offer is starting to sound more promising.

"No, I'm still waiting for-"

"For that jerk?! Baby girl it's been about two hours now, I thought you'd have given up by now." Alia doesn't even let me finish, while also exaggerating the matter.

"Language young lady, that's my boyfriend you're talking about." I scold her with a sense of pride for being able to call someone 'my boyfriend'.

"Boyfriends don't stand their girlfriends up, only jerks do." She huffs on the other side of the line. "Anyways, I'll pick you up in 10, please have your jersey on."

Alia hangs up without getting confirmation from me. Deciding that she has a point, I run back up to my apartment for a change of clothes.

I also conclude that I'd deal with Anton later but right now I have to prioritize people who are willing to be there for me at the moment. And Alia is it!

As promised, she rolls in ten minutes later to pick me up and we soar off, on our way to the game.

We reach there a little late as the game has already started, which makes Alia completely ignore the snacks, dragging a complaining and hungry me with her.

I don't even get to see who I'm sitting next to when she grabs my arm to yank me up with her for the cheers because her favorite team has scored.

I know that they're called Lakers because I'm wearing a purple tank top jersey with yellow outlines for their team.