seventeen imagines ii

seungkwan - badminton

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your phone starts ringing as you get out of the shower. with a towel wrapped around you, you tap the screen to answer the call from one of your college friends.

"hey, what's up?" you say when the call connects.

"where are you?" seungkwan asks.

"me? at home. i just got home from the gym with mingyu," you answer him while changing into comfortable clothes.

"wanna go back to the gym?" he asks.

you raise an eyebrow as you hang your towel on the rack. "you're there now?" you ask, "i literally just got out of the shower, seungkwan. i was there for almost two hours."

"come play badminton with me," he requests.

"now?"

"now."

you groan, "seungkwan, i'm in sweatpants right now."

"perfect, you're ready to leave."

you roll your eyes, "you owe me dinner tonight."

"deal. see you in fifteen!"

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"why'd you hit it that way?!"

you watch seungkwan sprint for the birdie and hit it back over to you. you casually hit it back over to him, barely moving while he sprints again.

seungkwan hits the birdie, but it catches the net instead. he groans and walks over to pick the birdie up.

"you're no fun," seungkwan says to you.

"cause i was here earlier already!" you whine.

you two have been playing for half an hour. seungkwan is clearly eager to play while you're ready to lay in bed for the night. your arms and legs are still sore from following mingyu's workout routine.

seungkwan walks back and gets ready to serve. "take this!" he shouts and serves. the birdie flies over, but you have to jog in order to hit the birdie this time. the birdie flies over the net, and you watch seungkwan hit it.

you move a bit forward and hit the birdie back over to his side. seungkwan sprints again, almost tripping, and hits the birdie. however, you're still too lazy to do anything harder than jogging and don't make it to the birdie, letting it fall to the ground about a yard away.

"come on, y/n!" seungkwan whines, "you're so boring."

"i'm hungry," you whine back.

"one more round and then dinner," seungkwan says to you.

"deal," you reply. you pick the birdie up from the ground and walk to a spot on the court.

you toss the birdie up and serve it over the net. seungkwan runs back and hits the birdie over the net.

you hit the birdie back over, carefully watching seungkwan as he swings the racket and hits the birdie. however, the birdie gets caught in the top of the net again.

"i win! yay! dinner time!" you cheer in excitement.

"that wasn't a good round!" seungkwan yells at you.

you point at him, "you said one round, boo seungkwan," you quickly remind him.

he groans, "you owe me more playing time next time i call you."

"i owe you absolutely nothing," you reply. both of you walk up to each other, "you promised me dinner if i came here, so we're even."

"i'll buy you dinner again if you play with me again," seungkwan immediately offers to you.

"deal!" your reply leaves seungkwan groaning. you hand him the racket, "come on seungkwan, let's go!"