Seventeen Imagines III

#38 "Bias' Bias" (part 5)

  Never did I imagine that Woozi, the genius producer of Seventeen, will stand in front me like that time inside the coffee shop.

"Who do you like better? Woozi or Wonwoo?"

And most of all... that he'll talk to while looking straight to my eyes.

After attending Seventeen's concert for the first time, I called the man person who gave me the VIP ticket so I could thank him personally. But when he arrived at the coffee shop, he appeared to be someone I also saw at that special event; yes...he's the artist I was watching from the bright stage.

"Why can't you answer? Is it a hard question?" he continued.

When I first met him, he was also wearing a black mask. But that time, I haven't discovered their group so it made sense how I didn't recognize him before. Tonight, however, is different. His pale skin, his small eyes, that tiny mole and his throaty voice, as a fan, I can tell he's Woozi.

"Hey. Answer me," he said.

To be honest, his words couldn't sink inside my head. My mind was frenzy as my body trembled so much in excitement. Right now, I think I could walk above the clouds.

"Forget it," he sighed. "I already decided to change your mind no matter what happened." He turned around and started to walk away.

'That's it!? Our paths will end like this?! I should ask him to take a picture with me!' With these regrets, I opened my lips.

"W-Wait!"

"You don't need to treat me for coffee. I usually don't drink Ice Americano," he said from good distance.

"B-But...!"

"Don't you ever ignore my text! Okay?!" He shouted before he went out the shop for good.

"Ignore his text?" I repeated. Thinking further behind his words, a gasp escaped from my mouth, "Omg!"

'Is that mean... he'll keep in touch even though I discovered his identity?!'

After that night, my life as carat became colorful, not only with rosequartz serenity, but with red of warning, orange for surprise, yellow of sunshine, green for mellow, violet of fluttering, blue as deep as ocean and indigo of rambling feelings – a big rainbow after rain.

[Psssst. What are you doing?] he sent through Kakaotalk.

He and I continued talking in secret. At first, I shuddered every time I was typing my replies. Of course I will! Who won't?! Texting with celebrity is like going to the moon to check if human's foot prints did engrave there. But Woozi talked to me SAVAGELY that sometimes, I forgot that his life is far from mine. Like today...

[Watching a romantic movie] I replied.

[Again? Stop dreaming. Romantic dates don't exist]

'See? He's very unrestrained.'

[Why are you like this to me? T^T]

[Hahahaha]

[What about you? What are you doing?]

[Thinking of you]

'What...the...'

I froze on my bed. We've been texting for almost three weeks and it's the first time he sent something as sweet as that!

'No no no. Don't expect too much (Y/n). He's an idol! Woozi won't mean that for a mere fan like me. It maybe doesn't have deep meanings. Right~ Hoo~'