K-Pop texts and Imagines

Minghao (The8) x Y/N||SEVENTEEN||IM||

Mamihlapinatapai

She smiles. She smiles as she walks with her best friend on the streets, filled with crowds of people shopping, playing and eating.

"Y/N let's go in there" Minghao requests taking interest in the display that was placed on the windows of a clothing shop.

He grabs her wrist and speed walks into the shop where he gasps in awe.

"I'll pick clothes for you, And you for me deal?" He asks touching everything his eyes lay apon.

"Deal, 1,2,3"

"Let's go" They said in union startling a woman with a pram who walks pass, stress written all over her face.

Y/N and Minghao part ways - she went to the male section and he, to the female.

He is a born fashionista and has always had a passion for fashion, it's patterns and sequences, her mind wonders what style he will pick for her, as she walks around looking for clothes.

On the other side Minghao was having a blast, 3 outfits all ready in hand, all of them a different style completely.

He walks back to Y/N, but sees something odd.

Y/N picks up some pants but eye-judges them too big for Minghao's tall and skinny body, she is placing the pants back but they accidentally slip, Y/N bends down to get it stands up straight after fixing and folding it back to the way it was.

"Hey Babe, are you done?" Y/N stares completely confused as to why Minghao is calling her babe in the middle of a clothes shop - they weren't even a couple.

"You good?" Her eyebrows crash together as she questions his health also reaching out to touch his head for a fever, only to be met with an ice cold face.

"Fix my scarf" He leans in to whisper.

"Bro what's wrong with you"

"Y/N just play along, trust me"

And so she reaches out for his scarf and fix it so it's covering his neck properly, her face blushing a bright red at his sudden proximity.

"Let's get out of here" Minghao suggests.

"But what about the clothes"

"Don't worry about them" Before she could question once again, he grabs her hand and as if slow motion puts his long bony fingers in between hers. She stares at her hand, a warm feeling developing in her stomach.

They both walk out of the shop, hand in hand and walk into a park.

"There was a-"

"No it's okay don't tell me, thank you" She interrupts him, afraid of the reason he is going to say for doing what he did - it's better that her memory remembers it as a one time thing.

She looks down and you wore both still hand in hand, she looks back up and Minghao does the same, the tip of his nose a light pink colour.

A tiny while cotton like substance dropped from the sky and both her eyes divert to the sky, it was snowing.

It was the first snow of the year - and they spent it together- holding hands, in a park.

She smiles and he takes notice and smiles alongside her.

"Hey, Y/N let's take pictures" Mingahao suggests and they both start walking to an area they both liked.

"You're still holding my hand" She says - not complaining, instead it coming out as a statement.

He chuckles and looks at her, "It's warm" he replies and places his left hand which was in hand with her right into his pocket.

"Let's go" He smiles widely and takes out his camera, and the snow began to fall - this time fast like those in movies.

"Well I'll take advantage of the moment I have you as my boyfriend"

Y/N thought to herself, little did she know not far away, Minghao has been thinking the same. Mamihlapinatapai. That's what it was.

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Mamihlapinatapai -"A look that without words is shared by two people who want to initiate something, but neither start" or "looking at each other hoping that either will offer to do something which both parties desire but are unwilling to do."