Seventeen Imagines

VerKwan

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Some predebut VerKwan for ye^
(ft. Samuel)
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Hansol's eyes shoot open at the sound of his phone ringing loudly. He groans and slowly sits up in bed, rubbing his eyes and pushing his hair out of his face.

He picks up his phone from his bedside table and answers it, without bothering to check who was ringing.

"Hello?" He asks, his voice still heavy with sleep.

"Get up. It's showtime."

The distinct voice of Hansol's best friend, Seungkwan, reaches Hansol's ears. Loudly.

"What?" Hansol replies, confused.

"Keep up Chwe, it's the auditions today and I absolutely refuse to be late. Get up." Seungkwan bellows. Hansol cringes away from the noise and checks the time on his phone.

"Seungkwan," Hansol croaks. "It's half five in the morning."

"Exactly. I'm on my way over." Hansol could hear the sounds of Seungkwan walking through the phone and he knew that his friend wasn't bluffing.

"Why?" Hansol says.

"Because I need to make sure you look presentable. There is no way I'm turning up with a downgraded Leonardo DiCaprio look alike who looks like he's never felt the light caress of a shower. There are serious singers there, y'know, my dignity must stay intact."

Hansol groans again. He'd forgotten about the audition, the one Seungkwan had been excited about for months. It would be judged by actual entertainment companies CEO's, looking for good singers to sign to their companies. He had listened to Seungkwan practicing for months, singing under his breath in school, during study sessions and even in the shower.

When Seungkwan begged Hansol to be there at the audition, Hansol had happily agreed. If he was honest with himself, he would have done anything for Seungkwan, for reasons he wasn't quite ready to explore yet.

Hansol closed his eyes, remembering the first time he felt the nerves, the butterflies when he was with Seungkwan. They'd become friends after Hansol had been the new guy in school, and the odd one out. Seungkwan was the only person kind enough at the time to make friends with him, something Hansol would never forget. Ever since, he couldn't help but feel that the way he felt about Seungkwan wasn't the normal feeling most people would have about their best friends. He brushed it off most of the time but that didn't stop him from feeling the happiness and nerves at the just the sound of his voice alone.

Unless it was 5:30 in the morning, of course.

"Seungkwan, I'm pretty sure it doesn't matter what I look like if you're the one performing." Hansol mumbles.

"I know. It matters what I look like, and if you're turning up with me you better look good. Makes me look good."

"Your logic is flawed."

"Deal with it. Come downstairs, I'm outside."

Still confused, Hansol sighs and hangs up the phone. He flings his bed covers to the side and gets out of bed. He changes into jeans and a hoodie quickly, knowing Seungkwan would be waiting impatiently outside.

Hansol trudges down the stairs, his eyes still half closed. He reaches the front door, opens it and Seungkwan immediately bursts into the room, filled with energy.

"Morning!" He sings brightly.

Hanson shuts the door and watches as his friend pushes past him and dumps a backpack he brought with him on the floor. Seungkwan whirls around and grins at Hansol.