iKON imagines

#1 Junhoe

You cannot comprehend yourself. How many times have you imagined his face? How many times have you dreamt about this moment? But now as he stands in front of you, you are glued to the ground, time stops, only the wind whispering to your ears.
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It was an early morning when the leaves had already fallen down, forming a yellow carpet on the ground, cracking, echoing every step you made.
You were the only one in school, or you thought so. You enjoyed the quality time you had. Although you are to surround yourself with friends, sometimes having a break, being alone may not be that bad at all. You were walking along the hall, thinking about your band's upcoming event when you saw him, standing there, in front of your locker, against the sunlight, only a shadow, but tall, and firm.

He is Goo Junhoe, a year 4 senior back then. He is handsome, you have heard his name mentioned along the corridors where groups of girls have all their gossip talks. He was holding a letter, unsure what to do as he looked intensively at the (your) locker, then, he slid it inside, unaware of your presence.
You remember everything happened real fast after that, you running up to him, grabbing him by his sleeve and blurting out :
"Hey, there must be a mistake, are you sure the letter is for me?"

Let me explain, you are and have always been a nerd. You study, read books and live a normal life without any desire of proving yourself 'cool' like other girls in your school. You are not pretty, a bit chubby and have no exact talent. However, if you think about it, your student life was not that boring, you tried new things (legal, and logical) and was sociable.

That was why you did not believe it that anyone would send you a love letter. You might wonder, why were you sure it was a love letter? I mean, think about it, he was reluctant, maybe he was afraid of confessing? It was just that there was another girl, who happened to have the same name as you, Y/N, only that she was perfect, a goddess, every boy was rooting for her.
Anyway, you had his attention, he turned around,
"Huh? What do you mean?" - he furrowed his eyebrows, confused
"I mean, it must be a mistake the love letter you put in my locker is for me, I am not y/n, I mean, I am y/n, but not the y/n you are confessing to, her locker is next to mine" - you blabbered on, did not really care if he could hear you because you were looking at the floor, feeling awkward. When you looked up, he cracked a smile, gosh, his smile was so bright and adorable it made your day! He spoke, his voice was deep and warm.
"I am sure it is not a mistake, it is a form for you, you are in year 2 right?"- you nodded- "Yup, it is for you, I gotta go now, see you around!", he winked at you before disappearing at the end of the hall.
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That was your first time talking to each other. The 'love letter' turned out to be a consent form about the school's year-long Star Project that required five students to organise, and you were one of those chosen five, alongside with Junhoe, who suggested the project himself. This project did not only help you to get closer to this senior, but it had also turned your last two years in high school upside down.
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He still has that precious smile on, walking towards you at a slow pace, he asks "Do you miss me?"
"Of course I do", you mutter, soft enough for only two of you to hear.
His smile widens as he ruffles your hair, "How are you?"
"Better than ever"
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It was a Sunday, one week before Star Project, you had been working on it ever since the day you received the invitation to help out. You were sitting in your school's coffee shop, in front of Junhoe, you guys have been wrapping up the details for the concert which was the highlight of the whole project, where every contestant will perform on stage, only two of you, since the other three were occupied with their weekend plans. Moreover, over months, you guess both Junhoe and you had realised that you could cooperate with each other better than the rest, thus the distance was shortened as you became closer, you even hung out together sometimes.
Furthermore, you had eventually had a crush on him, Goo Junhoe. You started to wonder how cute he was when he concentrated on his laptop, and how could his voice be so charming whenever he spoke or sang without any effort? At that moment, you were so into your daydream that you forgot he was right there in front of you.
Junhoe caught you staring at him, he smirked,
"Why are you looking at me like that? Now that you have realised how good looking your sunbaenim is?"
That was such a self-praise! However, you had not yet gathered up your sense so you nodded. Then Junhoe BLUSHED! He got shy all of sudden, his smirk turned into an awkward smile, that woke you up from your daydream. You were extremely flustered hence you could not react, and that was such a shame because for the rest of the evening you rarely talked to each other, only when necessary. But when your hands accidentally touched, he did not move his away. So you pretty much enjoyed the whole feeling of butterflies in your stomach.
You asked Junhoe once what was his opinion about girls in your school, especially the hot-looking Y/N. He was deep in thoughts and when he answered, it made your heart beat fast,
"I have no idea. To me they are typical, same goes for the sexy Y/N, but this Y/N talking to me right now is definitely my type", and he winked.

The night before the concert, you fell sick (;-;). You texted Junhoe, telling him you might be unable to come for the concert and since everything seemed to be in places already, it would be fine, wouldn't it? He took a really long time to reply, but it was worth waiting:
"Hey, I have been outside for the whole day! Sorry, I couldn't reply you soon enough, I guess you have fallen asleep, I wanted to come over to check, though. Drink lots of water! NOW! It is okay you cannot come tomorrow! I will take photos and record videos for you! Please take care of yourself, or I will be very sad ;-; good night <3"

With his message, you slept safe and sound that night.

You stayed in bed the whole day after, waiting for time to tick by. You missed Junhoe, you wished you were in the concert hall, standing next to him as you guys witness your hard work. It had been a while (one week, but still) since you had your last talk, which was the coffee date (not actually hehe). You were watching Harry Potter on your laptop when the doorbell rang. Throwing your jacket on, you slowly hauled yourself to your feet. Guess who was there at the doorstep? Goo Junhoe. You must have appeared miserable because he cracked out a laugh. Holding up a warm box, he said sweetly,
"Are you hungry? I have brought us some freshly made soup!",then he noticed you were shaking, " Y/N are you in your right mind? Come!" , and he spread out his arms.
You were not sure what he meant, but before you could say anything, he chuckled and hugged you. It was incredibly comfortable in his hug.
"How are you, Y/N?"
"Better than ever"
"Hey"
"Yeah?"
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"I like you, Y/N"
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You two are strolling around the park, where you would have your dates back then. Your hands intertwine, your shoulders brushing against each other.
"How long has it been? 2 years? How is it in Korea?", you ask.
"It is fine, it is such fortunate we can still keep in touch, don't you think so? Or things will be hard..."
"But everything is fine now because I have acquired the scholarship now, I can go to Korea with you now, and..."
Junhoe suddenly put his finger on your lips, stopping you from continuing,
"Shh, everything is fine because you are with me now"