Seventeen Moments [Imagines]

Title: Seaside Flavors

It was one of those perfect beach days where the sun hung lazily in the sky, the waves gently lapped at the shore, and the salty breeze carried the scent of the ocean.

You had been lounging on the sand, soaking in the warmth, when the smell of something burning caught your attention. Looking over, you spotted a tall, handsome guy in swim trunks hunched over a portable stove, clearly struggling.

He was furrowing his brows, poking at the stove with frustration as wisps of smoke curled up. The smell of charred seafood wafted through the air, mixing with the fresh ocean breeze. You couldn't help but smile at the sight-he looked like someone who had everything together, yet here he was, battling with a stubborn stove.

Curiosity piqued, you stood up and made your way over. As you got closer, you noticed how tall and broad-shouldered he was, his dark hair tousled by the wind, his expression both intense and endearing. Despite the situation, there was something effortlessly cool about him.

"Need some help?" you asked, trying to keep your voice light.

He looked up, clearly caught off guard by your sudden appearance. His serious expression softened into a sheepish smile. "Uh, yeah, actually. I thought this would be easier than it looks."

You laughed softly. "Seafood on the beach sounds romantic, but it can be tricky with a portable stove. Mind if I take a look?"

He stepped aside, gesturing to the mess of ingredients sprawled out on the small foldable table. "Be my guest. I've already burned half of it," he admitted with a chuckle, his deep voice carrying a playful edge.

You inspected the stove, quickly realizing the flame was too low and uneven. After a few adjustments, you managed to stabilize it. "There, that should do it," you said, feeling a bit proud of yourself. "Now, what are we cooking?"

"Seafood pasta... or at least, that was the plan," he replied, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I'm Mingyu, by the way."

You introduced yourself, and soon, the two of you were standing side by side, trying to salvage what was left of the seafood. As you worked together, the atmosphere lightened, the initial awkwardness replaced by easy conversation.

"Do you cook often?" you asked, stirring the pasta in the small pot.

"Not as much as I'd like to," Mingyu admitted. "But I love food, and I always think I can recreate the dishes I see in videos. Clearly, I overestimated my skills today."

You laughed again, enjoying his candidness. "Well, you get points for effort. And at least we're doing this in a beautiful place. The ocean, the breeze... it's not a bad setting for a cooking disaster."

Mingyu grinned, his eyes lingering on you a moment longer before he spoke. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Could be worse."

As the two of you continued cooking-or rather, attempting to cook-the conversation flowed effortlessly. You learned that Mingyu was visiting the beach on a weekend getaway, trying to unwind from his hectic schedule. He told stories with an easy charm, making you laugh with his self-deprecating humor and lively storytelling.

When the food was finally ready-or as ready as it was going to get-you both sat down on the sand with your plates, the sun beginning its descent toward the horizon. The seafood pasta was far from perfect-some bits were a little overcooked, and the sauce didn't quite have the richness it was supposed to-but in that moment, it didn't matter.

"This is definitely not my best work," Mingyu said, taking a bite with a laugh. "But it's not too bad, right?"

You nodded, savoring the simplicity of the meal. "Honestly, it tastes pretty good. Maybe the salty sea air is helping."

Mingyu smiled at you, a soft, appreciative look in his eyes. "Maybe it's the company."

You felt a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the sun. As you continued eating, the conversation took on a more personal tone. Mingyu asked about your favorite foods, what you liked to cook, and soon you were both sharing little details about your lives.

"You know," he said after a while, his voice thoughtful, "this might not be the most gourmet meal I've ever had, but it's definitely one of the most memorable."

You glanced at him, catching the sincerity in his gaze. "I feel the same way. Sometimes it's the simple moments that end up meaning the most."

Mingyu nodded, and for a moment, the two of you just sat there in comfortable silence, listening to the sound of the waves. As the sky turned shades of pink and orange, Mingyu suddenly stood up and offered you his hand.

"Come on," he said, his smile playful. "Let's walk along the shore. It'd be a shame to waste this view."

You took his hand, feeling a thrill at the touch of his warm skin against yours. As you walked together along the water's edge, the conversation continued, easy and light, punctuated by shared laughter. Mingyu's presence was calming yet exciting, and the connection you felt with him grew with every step.

By the time the sun had set and the sky was a deep blue, you both found yourselves back where you started, near the now-empty stove. Mingyu turned to you, his expression softer, more serious.

"Thanks for helping me out today," he said quietly. "I didn't expect to meet someone like you, but I'm really glad I did."

You smiled, feeling a rush of warmth. "Me too, Mingyu. This was... really nice."

He hesitated for a moment, then reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle and lingering. "Maybe we could do this again sometime? Minus the cooking disaster."

You laughed softly, your heart fluttering. "I'd like that."

As you stood there on the beach, under the vast expanse of the evening sky, the simple yet magical day you shared with Mingyu felt like the beginning of something special-something more than just a chance meeting on the sand.

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Another one today
Soo..... carats' official boyfriend 😅
He is so boyfriend coded ajdvskbskvjvjbs
God his performance at the Lollapalooza Berlin this year 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭 🔥🔥
Entire team was so good.

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