Seventeen Imagines (COMPLETED)

The8 (Pt. 1)

"Minghao, I'm tired", you whined as you watched your boyfriend practice the preferred choreography that was assigned to his group.

"I'm almost done. I promise", he breathed out, taking a gulp from his water bottle.

"But you've been practicing for hours already. You need to take a break", you said, grabbing the water bottle from his hand to close the cap on it.

"Just five more minutes", he said before heading back to the center of the practice room.

The music started once again. Minghao swiftly moved around, catching each move. You were sitting on the floor, pouting as your chin rested on your knees. You yawned and felt yourself becoming sleepy. You tried to keep your eyes open but it was 3 in the morning. You were never good at all nighters. Your eyes were slowly closing until you couldn't keep them open anymore.

~~~

When you woke up, you noticed streetlights shining down on you. You weren't walking. Minghao didn't bother waking you up after he was done with practice so he carried you on his back along with his gym bag.

"I can walk", you mumbled with your eyes closed, head resting on his shoulder.

"It's fine. We're almost home anyways", he said.

"Hmm..home", you smiled.

You had just moved in with Minghao yesterday so this will be the first time you'll sleep on the same bed as him. It was his idea for you to move in, mostly because it was gonna be difficult for you two to make plans for you to meet up when you lived five hours away, not to mention both of you being busy with work.

When you arrived at the house, Minghao placed you on the bed, taking off your shoes before covering you with the blanket.

"I'm just gonna shower alright?", he said, kneeling down to push some of your hair back.

He turned away and entered the bathroom, turning the light on. You were still in a trance of your slumber but you can see him taking off his shirt. The light from the bathroom slightly blinded you, causing your vision to become a blur but you can tell Minghao was examining something on his chest.

"What's wrong?", you asked, rubbing your eyes as you sat up.

"Oh uh...nothing. Just get some sleep", he softly smiled.

You were confused as he covered in his chest with his shirt. He closed the door of the bathroom and you can hear him lock it.

"Strange", you mumbled.

You shrugged your shoulders and fell back to sleep.

~~~

Minghao watched as you slept since he had trouble sleeping. His hand caressing your face, fingers lingering on your lips.

He shook his head and pulled his hand away. He sighed and closed his eyes even though he didn't sleep at all.

The next morning, you woke up to find Minghao sitting on he edge of the bed, face duh onto the palms of his hands.

"Hey, good morning", you yawned, stretching your arms over your head.

"Oh..hey", he smiled.

"What's wrong? You look upset", you said, wrapping your arms around him.

"N-Nothing. Sorry...just a bit sore", he said.

"Want a massage? I have these amazing oils that just do wonders. Come on, lie down on your stomach", you said, patting the bed.

"No I'm fine. Thanks", he said.

"You're not fine. You're not gonna be able to practice with a sore body. Come on, let me help", you said, pouting.

"...okay", he said.

He carefully took off his shirt and quickly laid on his stomach. He was acting strange ever since you got back from the company building.

You gently squeezed the oil onto your hands, putting them together to warm it up before putting it on his skin. You massaged his back, earning small painful grunts from him. You spent at least ten minutes on his back, making sure he felt better.

"There. Now turn around", you said.

"W-Why?", he asked.

"So I can do the front part. It won't work if I just do one side", you chuckled.

"I'm fine. Really..I have to get to practice", he said.

He got off of the bed, leaving you there confused. You followed him to check what was wrong.

"What are you not telling me?", you asked.

"Nothing.. I have to go..", he said, putting on his shirt.

He grabbed his keys and left. You sighed and went over to the kitchen to find something to eat.

Hours pass and your mind was still going crazy about why Minghao was acting weird. You were debating whether to call Jeonghan since he's literally the only friend who tells me the truth. I grabbed my cellphone and dialed his number.

"Hey (y/n), what's up?"

"Jeonghan, is Minghao with you?", you asked.

"No. He said he want coming in today. Didn't he tell you?"

"No he said he was going to practice", you said.

"Oh..."

"He's been acting strange ever since I moved in. Do you know what's going on with him? He won't tell me", you said

"...."

"Jeonghan..you know something don't you?", you asked.

"I promised I wouldn't tell. He should tell you."

"Tell me what?", you asked.

"I can't..he's the one who should tell you. It's not my place to say."

"He's not gonna tell me. Please. I wanna know if something's wrong. You're the only friend I can trust to tell me things", you said.

"..all I can say is he feels really bad for what he did."

"What did he do?", you asked, becoming more desperate by the second.

"(Y/n) I ca-"

"Please..", you whispered.

"...he met someone."

The grip on the phone tightened. Tears rolled down your eyes as those words echoed though your head.

"(Y/n)?..(y/n) are you the-"

You dropped your phone. You gasped and leaned against the counter. You felt as if someone punched you right in the stomach.

"I thought he loved me.."you whispered before curling up into a ball, crying the pain out.