Produce 101 s2 Imagines {Requests Still Open}

Notice - Ha Sungwoon (Part 1)

Note: This is an imagine based purely out of my idea, hope Sungwoon stans and even the ones who are stans of others would enjoy this.

Also, everyone has been mentioning me or tagging me. Should I do that one too? Where I share facts about myself? Would you mind?

-Authornim

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You hurriedly ran out from the school when the clock struck 5. It made your heart thump when you pictured him sitting at his usual spot on the bookstore by your home.

He always went there, reading different books for a few hours and then going home again. A smile crept up to your face when you saw the familiar building coming to your sight. You knew he'll be there, just like how he always did.

This became your usual routine, rushing to the bookstore everytime the school bell rang because it was finally time for you to go home.

To see him.
To admire him.

You never had the courage to talk to him, to ask for his name. He was always reading and he focused on it too much that you could freely stare at him.

When you reached the entrance of the store, you clutched your knees in exhaustion and breathed deeply. You then stood straight and gripped your bag tightly upon entering the store.

Your eyes darted directly towards where he always sat. To the farthest corner of the room while he sat on the floor and never budged until a few minutes.

He was there of course, but he had no glasses unlike yesterday and the few other days. It was the first time that he did not wear one ever since you laid your eyes on him a year ago.

When he moved into your neighborhood, you thought that he was going to be a stranger to you. But you found yourself staring at him when you first saw him reading a book to a child you knew. Ever since then, you constantly admired him without overstepping your bounds.

Of course it was pretty pleasing to see him for almost everyday. But you never had the courage to talk to him. You were afraid that once you'd start to interact, he'd be distant to you and even move to a bookstore that you don't know of.

"Hi!" The part timer named Guanlin on the desk greeted you like he always did.

You waved your hand at Guanlin and happily hopped your way to the guy whom you came for.

His neatly combed hair was not to be found too, it was replaced by a ruffled and disheveled one but you  did not mind at all.

It looked better.  You furrowed your brows when you realized that he seemed different, too different for you to comprehend.

You silently stole glances at him when you chose a book that you'll decide to read for a few days.

He flipped through every page with the same plain expression he had. It saddened you to not see the slight grins he would make when he enjoyed the story. There was also that time when you caught him nearly shedding a tear but stopped. It was a very rare occassion.

A heavy sigh was what you made when he finally closed the book that he was reading. It was only then that you noticed that it was already dark outside and there were no other people in the store.

You weakly stood up from your peeking space with slumped shoulders, he seemed more distant today.

When he returned the book that he was reading and went outside, you wauted for a minute and then made your way out too. You did not know what to feel, to be sad that you haven't talked to him at all again or to be relieved that he was still here.

You annoyingly kicked quite a few pebbles and looked down on the ground. The way you were walking was sloppy, but it was a safe neighborhood anyway so you did not care.

A huge kick was what you did when a pebble appeared on the ground again, but before you could kick it, you felt yourself bumping into something.

Or might be someone.

You slowly raised your head without anymore interest because you became more annoyed.

"Be careful." You gaped when you realized who the person was.

It took you a few seconds to realize what he had said and you stood frozen as stone and stared at him without saying a single word.

" I, I'm sorry." You wanted to slap yourself for acting like a fool in front of him.

"It's okay. Your head probably bumped to bookshelves more often." You felt yourself turning like a tomato.

He noticed you? Whenever you would not be as careful and hit bookshelves all the time?

You were celebrating inside, but you did not know how to react in front of him.

"You- you saw me?"  You couldn't explain how happy you felt.

Even though those were embarassing times, you always thought that he never noticed you at all.

"Yes I did." He was looking from left to right and then back at you again.

Him facing you and talking to you felt so unreal. You were just dreaming about it almost everyday, and now it was finally happening.

"I am very sorry for not being careful, I-" He shushed you and grabbed your hand instead.

"Call me." He placed a small piece of paper in your hand and ruffled your hair.

Your mouth hang open even after he slowly disappeared from your sight.

After all this time, he finally talked to you. He even gave you his number. You couldn't explain how glad you were when you stared at the paper on your way home.

It was more than enough to keep you awake for the whole night, or even keep you alive for a month.

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Do you like it? This kind of romance is dreamy for me too.