seventeen imagines (au, oneshot)

Vernon - Disc Store

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Harry Styles – Lights Up popped out for the hundreth time in this month.

There was no other people than you, obviously— it was Tuesday and 8 °C freezing at January's noon.

People are supposed to stay inside and keep the chill on a warm tea or just plain warming up their heater. No one would like to deliberately buy records on a cold day in New York.

But here you are, being the only staff who met no more than 5 customers daily. You don't really give a damn about it at first, when you're so in love with indie songs and gave up everything to work on one store in the middle of the quiet street.

In fact— you faced the reality. Indies were extremely underrated and losing their presence. None of the humans that went in and out were really immersed after getting what they want here, maybe just countable of people.

But, that's all. All you hear everyday is just the same repeated songs, not the ted talk about old folks music with one or two gals that came in.

The background music on the store reached the bridge. You're about to beat the sound on the speaker with your yawn when the entrance door opened.

A mixed beautiful man (you saw him; really beatiful) step in with a grin on his face, choking on your lazy-ass mode to be a professional confident worker.

He walk straight to the 90's records. You never put your attention away from him. His eyes dart from section to section, unlike how some buyers need to ask the staff to find one for them incase they're too lazy or can't figure out where. You notice how he pull out the yellowish record carefully then immediately scanning the fading colours of the front cover.

He smiles like how he did when he entered this place. All of a sudden he glances at the desk on your counter, resulting in an eye contact within you and him.

"Can I listen to this album?"

You blink rapidly but keeping your cool— pointing at a new sound box next to your counter , eyes still glued on him, "Of course, have it right here."

The young man walks to the place you appointed. Curiousity exploding, you're wondering why this man looks interesting and having the music souls in his aura— at least that's what you judged just now.

"You like Elvis Presley, don't you?" The next second you said it, you felt stupid for asking a question randomly to a good-looking stranger.

"Yeah, who doesn't love his songs?" he chuckles as he put on the black disc on the recorder.

Now you're way calmer than you were so panicked before. "I mean, I do like it. Some indies junks do, but not most of the people like his songs."

He doesn't give an answer, making you think a lot of things. Did you just expressed an offending opinion? Did your voice cracked and looked intimidating? or Did he felt disturbed by you?

"If you like it then we have the same taste. His songs were legendary, right?"

He put on the headphones so that he can hear the songs. Meanwhile, your heart just skips a beat not knowing how you liked this guy for having the same music taste as you. You silently scan him from the top to his toes. His side profile which you can clearly see the details when you're only a meter apart from him, his visible long natural lashes that knock yours when his eyes were closed, and...

A ring? He's married?

"This is exactly the one I seek for. I need to wrap this as a gift." The headphones were put back again and you're feeling so dumb to side-stalking a 'married man' on the spot.

You smiled awkwardly as you received the records he's handing. "Glad you find one, is this for your beloved one?"

He scratched his nose as the cold air risen, "Uh, yes sort of. He's someone I'd like to give this as his inspiration though. Our song producer."

Stop it right there. A 'he'?

You fake chuckled as you wrapped the record neatly because you're afraid of being caught thinking nonsense about somebody's life. "Wow, so this your friend, he's a songwriter? You should introduce his songs to me."

You're not expecting him to really show his friend's songs, what you wished was being with this guy a little longer. Nevertheless, he pulls out his phone to quickly search something on the web.

"Here, it's a Korean group. It is called Seventeen, if you like EDM, you may like most of the songs."

Wow. You cross path with a Korean culture in which you rarely heard. The album covers on the music apps displays bunch of rainbow-haired boys. It seems loaded, but you think they're more of the same interesting as the man in front of you.

You take the cash he paid to you, no changes. "Yeah, sure! EDM is totally cool, my style. Gotta stream a lot of your friend's songs."

Wrong. Totally wrong. You're not into Kpop, and you disliked electronical beats of EDM.

"Great then! I hope you really like our songs. Thanks for the records, your shops are great."

Our songs? and did he called your shop to be amazing?

Later did you realise, you've just met a superstar, and you liked him at the first sight, officially.

Amazed at how one person just praised your old underrated store, you were about to cry in joy to saw a great guy—either married or he doesn't like women, changed your whole life to love EDM songs. How you realised you just met one of the group member the guy just mentioned. After finally decided to stan the group, SEVENTEEN.

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"and that's how I became a Carat"
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