seventeen imagines

a cup of warm milk • jeonghan

happy birthday, jeonghan!
i hope our angel drinks lots of strawberry milk today and goes live with another episode of "a cup of warm milk"
seventeen wouldn't be the same without you, your pranks, and your love. keep on singing and dancing crazily. i love you so much! 💞

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With your foot, you hit the pair of outstretched legs underneath your chair. You hear the rustle of the boy waking up behind you and watch your teachers eyes land on him.

"What's the answer, Mr. Yoon?" She asks him with a look of triumph on her face, knowing that the boy was sleeping. The rest of the class is busy punching numbers into their calculators and copying what's on the board into their notebooks.

Jeonghan runs a hand through his dyed blonde hair and scans the chalkboard in the front. From his spot in the back of the class, he slightly squints his eyes to read and pushes up his glasses. He reads the numbers and looks at the incomplete equation, figuring out the answer.

"1004."

Every student's head turns around to face the boy, including yours. He looks at the shocked faces and smiles smugly, letting his pride fill him up. No one could believe that he was able to answer the question so quickly and do it all mentally, especially after he just woke up from his nap.

"Correct." The teacher says with a smile on her face. She turns back to the board and finishes the rest of the equation, your classmates doing the same and quickly writing it down.

All the teachers at your school had a love/hate relationship with Yoon Jeonghan. The boy would always sleep during class and never listen to the lessons that were being taught. You would think that he was failing school, but he was actually the opposite. He was one of the top students in the class despite always falling asleep and not studying much. Whenever they would ask the boy a question, he would take a moment to find where they were in the lesson and would always say the right answer. Sometimes he would even correct the teacher when they made a mistake and asked them questions that challenged their lesson. He did it respectfully and they loved having a student make their brains rethink what they were teaching.

The teachers hated the boy because he always slept during class and never paid attention, but loved the boy because he was so smart and would help improve the lesson. Jeonghan was just naturally smart and seemed to understand things easily. He did well in school and in extra curriculars.

The sleeping boy was part of the school soccer team and was considered one of their star players. He was their best forward and got along with his teammates very well. He played well and worked hard during practice, even though he had very low stamina. You made fun of him for that all the time and joked about how maybe that's why he slept during class everyday.

You turn around to face the desk behind you and meet Jeonghan's eyes, seeing the sleepiness in them. His hair was messy from laying down on his desk and you had the urge to fix it. How does he manage to look so good after waking up, you thought.

A smile finds its way onto your lips and the boy smiles back. "Thanks for waking me up," he whispers to you while the teacher continues talking to the class.

"What are best friends for?" You say as you move a piece of hair out of his eye. He nods in thanks and takes your hand in his. Jeonghan loved to hold your hand and play with it, drawing random things on your palm or fiddling with your fingers. It was habit that formed over the years of friendship and it made your heart beat a little faster every time.

Something changed in your friendship with him recently, but you couldn't tell what. All you knew is that he has been very touchy recently and you always catch him staring at you. Whenever he takes your hand or sits close to you, it makes your heart beat faster and butterflies erupt in your stomach. You tried not to think much about it and just act like nothing has changed.