Seventeen Imagines | CLOSED

Mingyu: You're Korean?

Dedicated to: @Huliette02

Waiting in line was the most nerve wracking thing you could be doing at the moment. Whilst Kcon NY went on around you, you remained inside waiting with your hi-touch passes for the one and only Seventeen.

The mumbling and squeeling of fellow fans around you kept you swaying back and forth, resting your weight ok different legs as you became more and more anxious. You could see the faces of your idols materializing in front of you.

You'd been used to witnessing everything that happened in their world through a tiny screen,
making any connection seem almost impossible to you. Making right seem unreal.

Especially as you came up to see the precious face of Kim Mingyu.

Nodding confidently to yourself, you stepped up to the table standing in front of Mingyu. In you best Korean, you smile at him with a gentle "Annyeohaseyo."

He smiles abrubtly breaks for a small moment, taking in every detail of your face as he stared dazed and confused at you. "Your Korean is very good!" Mingyu smiles in his bsst possible English.

Scrunching your eyebrows, you shake your head laughing at his confusion. Choosing to respond back in Korean you muster, "It's because I'm Korean."

"You're Korean?" He stutters out, looking at you in disbelief, returning to his spoken language.

"I am," you chuckle, blushing at Mingyu's sudden interest in you. Realizing you were holding up the line talking to Mingyu, you apologize. Knowing you weren't allowed to hug the idols, you bowed respectively wilst hrabbing his hand before you bid a farewell and moved on.

A lauging Seungcheol surprsied you as he was next in line. He looked awkwardly bewteen you and Mingyu before whispering something softly to him, only to be brushed off. Shaking his head, Seungcheol gave you a high five, continuously smiling in your direction. Knowing he'd overheard your conversation with Mingyu, you blush furiously ready to move on to the next member.

It was that sad time of the day when the end of the convention was nearing. Slumping around to your last stops of the day, you slapped your forehead remembering there was yet a convert for you to attend.

Despite the day's events, you'd still be able to see your favorite idols performing in front of you live and in person like you'd never experienced before.

Waiting in lines was your least favorite thing to do. As you waited, all you could do was people watch and sway lightly to the sound of Pretty U that played soflty through the arena.

Eyes lighting up, you realized it was your turn as you stepped up to the security guard, handing them you concert tickets. The woman gladly took it, looking from you to the tickets more than once, making you curious.

The woman suddenly nodded over to an asian offical waiting in the corner of a building. The suit he wore just told you he must've been important. "Are you (Y/N)?" The man asked, holding some folded papers behind his back.

"Um, yeah that's me." You manage to mumble out, questioning yourself as to why you always had to be the one to hold upt he line of impatient kpop fans.

"These are for you." He hands over the papers that have been concealed behind his back, folding them neatly in my own hands. He waits silently for you to open them up.

The crinkling paper and your beating heart were all you could hear. Never knowing where this sudden excitement came from, you breathing came to a halt as you could read th large bold words printed across the paper; Seventeen Backstage.

Eyes darting back and forth between the paper and the mysterious man, your eyes settle on him, eyebrows scrunched in confusion. "How did you get these? Why-"

"Just there before the concert starts." He interrupts my babbling mouth, pointing in the direction I needed to go.

"But how did yo get these?" You forcefully releat your question.

"Someone named Mingyu gave them to me and told me to find a girl he described as you."