Seventeen Imagines

Hansol and Joshua

"Silly, Y/N. Don't be too long." You smile apologetically.

You then turn around and run back to the dorm. You go inside and see Joshua sitting on his bed alone, strumming his guitar. He looks up when he sees you walk in.

"Y/N? Where's Hansol? I thought you were going out with him."

"I am, I just forgot my money. Can I ask you something, Joshua?"

He stops playing and puts his guitar to the side.

"Yeah, of course." He pats the space on the bed next to him, gesturing for you to sit.

You sit next to him and you're suddenly very aware of how close he is to you. You lose your confidence and you find it hard to speak to him.

"Its just... Um, you and Hansol are acting really.... Odd around each other. Has something happened?"

He looks down at his hands on his lap. He looks quite upset and you feel the urge to put your arms around him, to comfort him.

"I'm not sure... He suddenly seemed to resent me. I... I don't really know." He looks back at you, looking right I to your eyes. You feel the butterflies in your stomach and your heart thumping against your chest.

"Joshua, why don't you ask him about it? I'm sure he'll talk about it with you."

"Yeah, I think I will."

You both sit in silence for a moment.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

He doesn't say anything but he starts to lean in toward you. Your lips are about to meet when you get interrupted by someone by the door.

"What's going on?"

You pull back sharply to see Hansol standing in the door way. He looks completely shocked all you can do is stare guiltily at him. You don't even know why you feel guilty.

"Hansol-." You start to say but you get interrupted again by the other members walking in. You didn't even realize how late it was.

"Hey, Y/N!" Dino comes over, excited to see you here.

"Are you gonna stay the night? You can sleep in the spare room."

"Sure I'll stay." You say and Dino grins with delight. You turn your head to look at Joshua but he's gone, presumably to his room. Hansol is still in the door way but you don't know what to say to him right now so you head to your bedroom and go to bed. You needed to think.

You drift off but you're woken up at about 3am by voices coming from outside your room.

"Why did you do that Joshua? You were going to kiss her! Right in front of me!" It was Hansol's voice and he was talking to Joshua. About you.

"I didn't know you felt that way about her, Hansol. Honestly I didn't."

"I thought I made it obvious."

"So that was why you were resenting me? Because of your feelings for Y/N?"

"No. It's because of her feelings for you." Hansol's voice breaks and you feel horrible. You had no idea he felt that way.

"Hansol.... I'm sorry, I didn't know. Its just... I like her too. A lot. And I just wanted to kiss her at least once." Joshua sounded equally as upset but only because he had upset Hansol.

"Well, you may like her, but let me tell you something. I love her. I've loved her from the first day I met her. I love her laugh, her smile, her wonderfully weird personality. And the thought that she might not feel the same..." He doesn't finish his sentence and you feel a single tear slip down your cheek.

"Why don't you let her decide in her own time how she feels? If you love her then that's what you'll do." Says Joshua.

"Of course, I'll let her decide. I want her to be happy..."

You don't hear anymore as you fall asleep again only to wake up about 2 hours later. You get up immediately and walk outside your bedroom door. In the main room Hansol lies asleep on the sofa, apparently too lazy to go to his own bed. You walk over and sit on the edge of the sofa, near to his head. He looks so much younger in his sleep and it makes your heart ache for him.

He mumbles softly then opens his eyes.

"Y/N? What are you doing up so early?" He sits up and tries to act casual but you can tell he's still upset from earlier.

"I heard what you said, Hansol." You say softly and you see him gulp. He seems extremely nervous.

"What do you think?" He says his voice shaking.

You don't even hesitate. You lean in and thread your fingers in his hair, cupping the back of his head. You pull his lips to yours and kiss him. He deepens the kiss. He puts his hand to your cheek and strokes it, softly.

You pull back, smiling at his dazed expression.

"That's what I think." You say.

"Well." He says. He suddenly puts on a smile that is supposed to be cocky but comes off as happy and warm.

"I like the way you think."