Seventeen Moments [Imagines]

Title: Hands-On with Clay

The pottery class had been your idea, a way to relieve some stress from the overwhelming academic load. A few hours of hands-on creativity to get your mind off textbooks and exams. It wasn't exactly your forte, but the idea of molding clay into something tangible was oddly comforting.

You didn't expect The8-Minghao, one of your classmates and one of the most well-liked people in school-to be sitting next to you. He was the type of guy who was friends with everyone, always approachable and cool-headed, with a quiet charm that made people gravitate toward him. You admired him from afar, respecting his easygoing nature and his ability to remain calm in situations where you would have panicked.

You had been at school together for years, and while you weren't exactly close, you had shared a few conversations here and there. He always seemed genuine, never putting on airs despite being one of the most popular students.

As you sat down, Minghao flashed you a friendly smile, "Hey, didn't expect to see you here."

You smiled back, trying to ignore the flutter in your stomach. "Yeah, same. I didn't know you were into pottery."

He chuckled, glancing down at the lump of clay in front of him. "I'm not sure I am yet. I'm just trying not to embarrass myself."

You laughed at that, feeling some of the tension leave your shoulders. "Same. I'm pretty sure my pot's going to look like a lumpy mess."

He leaned over slightly, eyes twinkling with amusement. "If it makes you feel better, I already messed mine up last week."

You couldn't help but giggle. "Really? I find that hard to believe. You're good at everything."

Minghao grinned, a little embarrassed. "Not everything. Trust me, I'm just good at hiding the failures."

As the class began, you both got to work, attempting to follow the instructor's guidance. It was harder than it looked-your hands were slippery with clay, and every time you thought you were getting the hang of it, your pot would warp or collapse.

Minghao wasn't faring much better. You glanced over and saw him squinting in concentration, tongue sticking out slightly as he tried to smooth out a particularly stubborn piece of clay.

"This is harder than it looks," you murmured, trying not to laugh.

He glanced at you, mock-serious. "I thought this was supposed to be relaxing. Why does it feel like a workout?"

You snorted, covering your mouth to hide the sound. "Right? I think I'm going to need a break after this."

The two of you continued working, exchanging light-hearted banter and shared frustrations over the clay that seemed determined to resist all efforts to mold it. Despite the challenges, it was fun-more fun than you expected. Minghao's quiet humor and easygoing nature made the whole experience feel less daunting, and more like an adventure.

At one point, he paused, looking over at your progress. "Hey, that's actually looking pretty good."

You blinked in surprise, following his gaze. Your pot, while not perfect, was starting to take shape. "Really? You think so?"

He nodded, offering you a small, sincere smile. "Yeah. You've got the hang of it."

"Thanks," you said, feeling a warmth spread through you at his words. "Yours isn't bad either, you know."

He shrugged modestly. "It's getting there. Slowly."

The class continued, and by the end, both of you had somewhat passable pots in front of you. The instructor walked by, nodding approvingly at your work. Minghao gave you a thumbs up when you weren't looking, and you couldn't help but smile.

As you cleaned up, Minghao turned to you, wiping his hands on a towel. "So, what do you think? Coming back next week?"

You hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, I think I will. It's actually kind of fun, once you get the hang of it."

He grinned. "Glad to hear it. Maybe next time, we'll actually make something that looks like what it's supposed to."

You laughed, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, here's hoping."

As you both left the class together, walking side by side through the school halls, you couldn't help but feel a little lighter. The stress of the week seemed far away, replaced by the simple joy of creating something with your own hands-and the unexpected pleasure of Minghao's company.

Before you parted ways, he turned to you, his expression warm. "I'm looking forward to next week. It'll be fun."

"Me too," you replied, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. "Thanks for making it... enjoyable."

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Minghao love ❤️ 😍 💖
OMG he looks fab in this comeback 😍
I love their new song so much
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Also, this imagine was also one of the first I wrote but couldn't complete until yesterday. Lol 😆

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