SEVENTEEN IMAGINES

Mingyu

^If this boy doesn't back himself up I will smack him so hard in between the legs so this boy better back off and wipe that nasty smile off his face bcuz no one's stopping me this time like diD GOD EVEN GIVE YOU THE RIGHT BCUZ I DONT THINK SO. Another side note: Everyone thank God for giving us the ray of sunshine that got into Mingyu's eye and resulted in this blessing. Now go pray. AFTER YALL VOTE AMIRITE.

"_______!" Jihoon calls from ahead. "You coming?"

"Just a sec!" You yell back at him as you shove the stack of textbooks into your bag and heave the load on your back, heading out for your lunch break. Taking all AP classes was a mistake that you had regretted from the first day, and it seems like your visuals will have a price to pay as well as your other disadvantages, like lack of sleep and extreme emotional instability.

Oh well. At least you were tall, or on the taller side. Being tall had its disadvantages though. Like, what if your future boyfriend was shorter than you? You'd never be able to wear heels.

You just hope that you don't grow any taller, because it was getting hard to talk to Jihoon and some of his younger friends without craning your neck down.

As you run down the hallway, lost in your calculations of how much taller you were than Jihoon, you turn the corner and run straight into someone's chest. Even as your face is smashed against the person's chest, your only are focused on triumphantly thinking to yourself on how you weren't 180 centimeters yet. Only 175 centimeters, and hopefully, that would be it.

You're height is apparently useless when it comes to body mass, because as soon as you hit the person, you're nearly flung across the hallway, landing against a locker with a thud. The person you ran into runs over and bends down, trying to help you with your books, which of course, have to be scattered 50 feet away from each other.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" A relatively deep and somewhat familiar voice asks as he hands you your stack of bricks. You accept it, lowering your head as you mumble a yes, wincing as you get up. Your first day of college was going supremely well until right now.

"Are you sure?" He asks again, and you look up to answer him when you catch sight of his face, staring blankly. Any words that you planned on saying completely fall out of your mouth as you stare at each of his perfectly angled features.

"Greek God of Your Dreams" would be a pretty accurate way to describe the boy's looks. His face was almost perfectly symmetrical in every way, with a chiseled jawline and defined eyes that were almost piercing. His eyes become even more vibrant as he looks at you, concerned, as you stare blankly like an idiot.

He was so inhumanely perfect that it was almost irritating. And not only was he amazingly hot, but you're sixth sense kicks in and makes you realize how tall he is. Seriously. Perfect.

He's a full head taller than you, which is a rarity for a girl like you. With jet-black hair and gorgeously tanned skin-which was always nice to see in a place like Seoul, you were pretty sure that you were going to be dreaming of him tonight. As soon as you see that he's tall too, you're already imagining what your next date with him will be like.

After a couple of seconds of drooling, a hand waving in your face snaps you back to reality, making you realize that there wasn't even a first date to begin with.

"Can you still talk?" The boy asks in a concerned voice, and this time it rings a bell somewhere in the back of your head.

You're not sure where, but you've definitely heard this person, although you're not too sure about seeing him. You would've remembered someone as tall and as good-looking as him. He probably would've been on your most wanted list of high school. Still, your mouth manages to move on its own.