Seventeen's imagine✔

Seventeen's Mingyu

No hates for the name please its just a name.

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Your pov

"Who are you talking about?" Youngji suddenly asks.

Apparently Chaewon and I are talking about Bts' Jungkook.

"Jungkook, why?" I answer and ask.

She looks really shock.

"Jungkook is mine!" She says and keeps hitting me but not that hard.

My back is facing her as she hits my back and I fake a smile plus roll my eyes.

"So he's just an idol to me nothing more," I say.

"No he's mine! I've always kept my eyes on him," she says.

I keep rolling my eyes and I see that Chaewon looks annoyed with Youngji. But seriously? Who wont? Its not like I was saying Jungkook is mine. For goodness sake I cant even meet him why is she even this dumb to say that Jungkook is her's? Jungkook biased help me now.

"Argh its not like Im in a relationship with him," I groan.

"You cant like him!"

Why is she so stubborn.

"Whats going on here?" Mingyu, my boyfriend suddenly comes.

"Here's your boyfriend, leave Jungkook alone," Youngji says.

"I heard ____ said that Jungkook is just an idol to her. Just a role model to her. Do you have to hit her?"

I smile looking at Mingyu. He's so caring. I love him so much.

"Still," she says and leaves.

"She's so annoying," Chaewon says.

I high-five her.

"Its not like we can meet him ugh," I say while rolling my eyes.

"I know right ugh!" Chaewon groans.

"Such gossip girls," Mingyu says while putting his arm at my shoulder.

"Its a fact," Chaewon says looking at Mingyu.

I try to high-five her but Mingyu stops us by putting his hand at the middle.

"Mingyu!" I shouted.

"What?" He looks innocently at me.

I look into his eyes and his face shows an expression as he gets what Im talking about.

"High-five," he says trying to high five me with his hand that stopped Chaewon and I from high-five-ing.

I just poke my tongue out at him and removes his arm from my shoulder.

"Chaewon and I need to go practice now, Mr. Lee may be looking for us now," I say.

Chaewon and I are the athlete for our school.

"Okay then, when can I see you?" He asks.

"I dont know, I have practice all day," I say.

He pouts.

"When are you free?" I ask immediately.

"Well I dont know, recess," he says.

"Great, you can buy me food during recess, I'll be at the field,"

"Am I a slave?" He asks.

I pout.

"You're not?" I ask.

"No," he says.

"I always buy you and the rest foods when you guys have practice," I say.