Seventeen imagines

#68 "Author's inspiration"

#svtshortimagines #Seungkwan (#68)
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"Arghhhhh!" I shouted and pulled my hair.

"Hahaha! What's with you?" Seungkwan entered my room and sit beside me in front of my study desk.

I laid my head on my desk and looked at him while pouting. "I can't think of any plots."

"What plots?" He asked and ate my  2 weeks old popcorn on the side. Eewww. He is really gross!

"For my fanfic  stories," I answered and covered my face.

"Ohh you mean that idols? Tsss. Just write anything. Something like love triangle, childhood friend, or arrange marriage."

"That was too cliche. I want a good plot, since the readers expect more from me. I don't want to disappoint them and want to give my best in every imagines."

"What will you get from them after they read your stories? They will just shout:' Wow! Eee!! Waahh! My gosh! I died!' And they will giggle with those reddened cheeks of them while imagining."

I sat up and glared at him. "You don't understand my feeling as a writer!" I shouted.

He covered his ears and nodded.

"Just seeing them, liking my works, is enough for me.that's why, I want to give my very best. However, I don't know what to write anymore." I sighed and looked above the ceiling.

"Hmmm,what about some action scenes?" He suggested. "Like Bruce Lee! Hayahhh! Hayahh!" And he did a martial arts moves.

Pfft, that was too funny to watch.

"Haha! Boo Seungkwan boo!" I laughed.

"Or what about," he leaned closer and raised his brows. "Erotic scenes? Roar."

"Ewww!" I shoved his face away and chuckles. "Erotic is a big no!"

"Why?! People like that nowadays. Even kids under 18."

"Yah, shut up. You pervert." I shook my head and gets my pen. I set up my notebook and about to write a story. But my peripheral visions pulled me to his direction.

I saw Seungkwan looking at me, with those sincere eyes of him. Whats with him now?

"W-what's with that look?"

"Nothing," he said as he observed my face.

"D-Dont look at me like that. It creeps me." I forged a cough and looked away.

Argh! I can still feel his gaze for me. It made me uncomfortable and conscious!

"I can help you," he stated.

"F-for what?"

My eyes widen when I felt his hand holding mine! But I couldn't look! Breathe! Nor utter some words! My world feels like water in the middle of north pole.

"Do you feel something when I hold you hand?" He asked in sweet tone.

Yes! My heart feels like it is about to burst! It hurts like someone is squeezing it inside, but I like how it hurts. I'm weird. This is weird! I feel excitement and... And...

"Don't f-fool me around!" I shouted. "I don't feel anything, you idiot---" I tried to pull my hand.

But he holds it tightly and made me looked at him. "My heart, it hurts." He said while staring into my eyes. "When I hold your hand, I feel a chest pain like someone is squeezing my heart inside. It so hurt I couldn't breathe, I thought I can die. But, weirdly, I like it. I like this kind of feeling."

Seungkwan... Feels the way I feel.

Heat flushed up to my face and I think my cheeks are blushing. Damn, I hope it is not noticeable.

"S-So? How will it help me from writing stories?" I asked.

"Because your heart needs to throb," he said and pulled my hand closer.

I pulled by him and when I lifted my face, we only have only an inch away from each other. Seungkwan put my hand on his chest and I can feel his heart beating inside.

~ba dhump ba dhump~

"If you are writing with this kind of heart, your reader will feel it too, right?" He smiled at me.

Seungkwan, you idiot. I always have this kind of throbbing heart when I'm with you. Stupid jerk.

I pulled my hand from his and moved away. "I-I get it now. You can go home."

But he sat there and just looked at me.

"W-What?" I asked.

"That's unfair."

"Why?"

"I helped you. So you need to help me too."

"What kind of help?"

We stared at each other eyes. His eyes, it is warm and make me shivers in a moment.

So  I stood up and suggested, "You mean snacks right? You hungry right? Ha ha ha! Wait let me get some snacks."

When I am about to walk away, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me down. In an instant, I am sitting on his lap.

What?!

I am... WHAT?!

"I want this," he said and pulled my nape closer and kisses my lips.

Seungkwan... You.....are... Really...... An idiot.

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