#seventeen the8 imagine

Description: A TV broadcast makes a mistake when reporting on your boyfriend, SVT’s Minghao, and it throws you into small rampage that amuses Minghao immensely.
Warnings: Swearing
Genre: Fluff, Idol!Minghao x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1k

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You stare blankly at the TV as the entertainment news segment continues to roll past. But all you can replay in your head is the atrocious mistake they made. The absolute disrespect these people had for your boyfriend boiled your blood.

Minghao giggles at you as you glare at the TV with lips pressed together and eyebrows scrunched up. “To be honest, I didn’t even notice it.”

“How- they spelt your name wrong!” You exclaim, thrusting your hands at the TV. “Who the fuck is Munghoo?”

“Maybe he’s my evil twin.” Minghao wiggles his eyebrows teasingly and leans closer in hopes that you’ll soon forget about the mishap.

But you wouldn’t let it go that quickly. It’s his name for goodness sake. He’s been a member of Seventeen for how many years and they still don’t respect him and his name?

“Evil twin or not, that’s utterly disrespectful.” You spit out and pull out your phone.

“What are you doing?” Minghao asks, chuckling.

You press your lips together, not answering him cause you know he’ll try and stop you. Opening up the Twitter app, you switch to your fan account (which yes, Minghao knows you have and while it was weird at first for him, he quickly learned to love it just like he loves all your other quirky quirks). You start to type a new tweet, your mind racing at a 100 miles an hour to find just the right words to express your frustration.

“What-” Minghao mutters as he watches you type away at the speed of sound. Just as you’re reaching the 280 character limit, he yanks the phone from your hands.

“Hey, give that back.” You clamber in attempt to get your phone back but Minghao holds it out away from you. “Give it back, please, Hao.”

“You don’t need to send that out.” He says while reading over the drafted tweet. His arm holds you back as you try to climb over him to get to your phone.

“Yes, I do.” You argue, “They need to apologize to you.”

“It’s just a name.” Minghao states simply and looks back at you, phone still so far out your reach.

“It’s YOUR name.” You defend. “Your name that you’ve worked so hard to build.” You start to struggle for the phone again but Minghao simply sets it on the floor, next to the couch.

“People make mistakes.” He shrugs and faces you fully, grabbing your shoulders.

You cross your arms over your chest and sit back against the couch with a huff. “Editors aren’t supposed to make mistakes.”

“But sometimes they do.” He leans an arm on the back of the couch and watches you with amusement. Minghao honestly doesn’t care that they spelled his name wrong but he loves watching you fuss over it. He loves knowing that his name means so much to you that if anyone spelled it wrong, you would try to start a war.

“They still should apologize for it.” You pout angrily, looking back at the TV that has since moved onto a different show.

“Nah, they don’t.” Minghao shakes his head and pulls you into a hug. Resting his chin on top of your chin, he starts giggling, “Were you really going to tweet that if I didn’t pull your phone away?”

You nod with confidence, “Hell yeah I was. Imbeciles.” You scoff.

“You know half of it contradicted the other half, right?” He tells you and you pause your fury storm.

“Did it?” You ask and look up at him sheepishly.

Minghao nods with an amused smile, “Oh yeah.”

“Well…” You say, your little rampage now fully dissipated, “Can I tweet something else then?”

“If you let me see what it is before you tweet it.” Minghao negotiates, “You don’t need to be demanding apologies over a misspelt name.”

You nod, “Okay.”

He leans back and reaches over the side of the couch to pluck your phone off of the floor. Holding it out to you, he keeps his grip on it even after your hands close around the phone.

“What?” You ask, giving your phone a little tug but it doesn’t come out of his grasp.

“One second.” Minghao pulls the phone back and unlocks it for himself. He tinkers with the screen for a couple seconds before finally handing it over.

“What did you do?” You ask, reopening the Twitter app. You see the answer while he answers.

“I deleted that draft so you couldn’t just click the tweet button.” He answers, wrapping his arms around your waist securely.

“I wouldn’t have posted it.” You try to tell him but the knowing look on his face says he doesn’t believe you for a second.

“That’s what you said last time and then you suddenly had a tweet about how upset you were that the stylist put me in a sheer top in the middle of winter.” Minghao chuckles and you pout, knowing you lost the battle.

You start typing a new tweet and then turn the phone to show him to prove that you’ve written nothing about wanting an apology from the news broadcast for his misspelled name.

“Minghao who? I only know Munghoo, my SVT bias.” Minghao reads the tweet aloud and then laughs. “I think that’s the perfect response.”

Happy, and finally seeing the humor in his misspelled name, you hit the tweet button and post the tweet to the internet world.

Soon after you posted, Minghao’s phone lights up with text notifications.

He opens up the Seventeen group chat where members are already throwing around jokes.

“Yo, The8’s name is Munghoo, not Minghao?” Hoshi sends.

“We’ve been LIED too?” Seungkwan follows up.

“I feel betrayed. Munghoo!!” Jun throws his two cents into the conversation.

“Munghoo, where are you? Hello??” Jeonghan jokes.

“Munghoo, come eat with me!” Vernon requests.

“Oh, me too, me too!” Dokyeom adds.

You start giggling and you feel Minghao’s chest vibrating with a chuckle.

“See?” He says, turning the phone more towards you, “Even my members find it funny.”

You watch as he types his reply and a laugh bubbles up inside your chest.

“Only if (y/n) can join us.” He responds to DK and Vernon.

“You mean Munghoo’s girlfriend, (y/n)?” Seungkwan answers.

“Yes, Munghoo’s girlfriend.” Minghao texts back with an airy laugh.

“Does this mean I can call you Munghoo now?” You ask with a wide smile.

“Mmmm,” He looks up to the ceiling in thought before looking down, “No.”

You and Minghao burst into laughter, all traces of annoyance and frustration gone from the home.

낮잠은 어땠어? How was your nap?

Description: What is hoped to be a quiet train ride down to your grandparents’ is interrupted by a loud business trip with an intriguing conversation with a business man who’s apart of the group that’s creating chaos in the train car.
Warnings: Swearing
Genre: Fluff, Non-idol!Minghao x Fem!Reader ft. Non-idol!Seventeen
Word Count: 3k

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My duffle bag bounced against my hip as I did a weird jog shuffle down the train platform in search of the train car where my seat was. Almost missing my train was what I got for spending a few extra minutes in the shower. My aunt would’ve killed me if I missed this train because I was bringing the most important stuff for my grandparents’ anniversary.

“Finally.” I exhaled as I finally found my assigned train car: number 8.

Pulling myself into the train car, I focused on calming my rapidly beating heart. I opened the door separating the seats from the space between train cars and my ears were immediately bombarded with lively chatter.

I looked up to find a large cluster of seats were taken up by a group of males. They were the ones creating the chatter. And it didn’t help that they were all clustered around the middle of the train.

Internally, I groaned because I honestly hoped to get some more sleep on this train ride before I had to deal with my very loud, very obnoxious family. But that plan jumped out the window. But then, my heart dropped even further.

My seat was somehow in the smack dab middle of their cluster.

I cursed my need for a little extra leg room and a window seat as I trudged down the aisle with my duffle bag gripped in my hands. The conversations didn’t quiet down as I approached, nor did they stop when I reached the middle of the train car where the backwards facing seats met the forward facing cars with a table in the center.

Sitting across from my seat were two males, one with blonde hair and the other with black hair. Both had rounder faces but they were in no way pudgy. In the seat right next to mine was another black haired male but he had a slimmer face and honestly, a slimmer physique in general. He had sharp facial features, a pair of round glasses sat on his nose and his entire focus was on the notebook supported by one hand while the other flew across the page with a pencil in its grasp.

The two from across noticed me stop and stared for a couple seconds as I struggled to get my ridiculously heavy duffle bag up into the overhead storage.

“Here. Let me help you with that.” A light voice offered from behind me and a pair of hands helped me push the duffle into place.

“Thank you.” I turned around to properly thank him and I was met with an almost angelic face that matched the voice almost perfectly. He had red hair and angled features but he somehow made it all work well together.

They were all seriously good looking and I was suddenly very thankful I spent those few extra minutes in the shower.

“No problem.” The red head smiled and my involuntarily fluttered, “Do you have the seat next to Minghao?” He asked, nodding towards the male who was still engrossed in his little notebook.

“I guess.” I told him with a small smile and then I heard the faint ringing throughout the platform telling everyone we were about to depart.

As the train car doors closed shut, one of the males across from my seat must’ve kicked the male sitting next to me because his eyes shot up with a glare that would’ve made even the toughest guys back down. But after a quick nod in my direction, the one in the seat next to mine directed his attention to me and I swore I saw his eyes widen ever so slightly. As quickly as he shot his head up, he scrambled out of his seat to let me into my seat.

“Thank you.” I said quietly as slid into my seat just as the train began to move.

“No problem.” The male next to me said and slid back into his seat. I could feel his gaze on me for a few more seconds before he reburied his head into his notebook.

I pulled out my book and headphones from my backpack before setting it down next to my legs. The conversations around me began to pick up again and I decided I could try to ignore them with some music.

But… just as the train left the station behind…

“So where are you headed?” The blonde male directly across from me asked just as I plugged in my headphones.

I blinked, for some reason unsure why he would be talking to me. “Uh, I’m headed down to Jinju.” I answer him slowly.

“Oh, no way.” The blonde smiled widely, “We are too.”

“Oh, that’s cool.” I commented, unsure of how to actually respond.

“Yeah, we have a few important business things to do there.” He explained though I didn’t exactly ask for one. The slight awkwardness that creeped into the atmosphere almost made me want to laugh.

“Important.” The black haired male next to the blonde repeated with air quotes and a large eye roll.

“Ignore him.” The blonde informed me while pushing the black haired one in the shoulder. “I’m Seungkwan, by the way.”

“(y/n).” I introduced me since it was the only thing I could do.

“Soonyoung.” The black haired one raised a hand, all traces of his annoyance from earlier completely gone.

“Hi.” I smiled, playing with an earbud wondering if they were going to talk to me the entire trip.

“So, are you just visiting Jinju?” Seungkwan continued his round of questions.

“Yeah,” I answered, realizing that they were indeed probably going to talk to me the entire way there, “My grandparents live there and I’m visiting them.”

“Oh, that’s so sweet.” Seungkwan cooed.

“I wish I was visiting my grandparents.” Soonyoung grumbled, his annoyance returning.

“Soonyoung, I swear to god, if I hear another grievance from you, I’m going to make you participate in the panel next week.” Another black haired male from across the aisle narrowed his eyes at Soonyoung.

“Oh god, not the financial panel.” Soonyoung’s face dropped so fast that I barely had time to hold back a laugh.

Seungkwan caught me and leaned in closer, “Don’t worry, we all think he’s nuts.”

“Not as nuts as Jun.” A voice piped up from behind me. The male looked by far the youngest and he was pointing diagonally across the aisle at a bucket hat wearing male with sharp catlike features.

As the others started to banter about who was more nuts, I glanced over at the notebook of my glasses wearing seat mate. On the page was a crude drawing of a character of some sorts and I couldn’t help but be captivated by it. It wasn’t anything super fantastical or extraordinary but every part held a story and I wanted to decipher all the parts. The way the body was positioned gave the impression of a welcoming and comforting personality but the face had the emotions of hidden stresses and thoughts.

The owner of the notebook cleared his throat slightly and I was caught red handed.

“Sorry.” I apologized and felt a blush creep into my cheeks.

“It’s okay.” He accepted my apology but the embarrassment was still drowning me.

“It’s a really interesting drawing.” I complimented him and then mentally face palmed at the genericness of it.

The male glanced down at the drawing and then back up at me, “You think?” He asked.

I nodded, “Yeah, that’s why I was staring. I was trying to figure out the pieces of the story it holds.” I explained, trying not to look away from his intense curious gaze.

“Huh.” He commented, slightly impressed for some reason, “These idiots never looked at one of my drawings for more than ten seconds.” He gestured to the still bantering males around us.

I chuckled, “Well, they can’t be complete idiots considering you’re all attending business meetings together.” I told him and he tilted his head to the side, considering my point.

“Fair.” He said and then paused, thinking, before adding, “Then they’re idiots of the art world.”

“That sounds a little better.” I said with another laugh bubbling in my chest, “So, do you draw often?”

He shrugged, “Kind of. I do it whenever I feel like I need to let off steam or if I’m bored.”

“Which one was it today?” I asked then wondered if that was borderline too personal.

“Boredom.” He answered, nonchalantly, and added a few more pencil strokes to the shadows of his character.

“Train rides not your favorite?” I guessed with a questioning eyebrow.

“Not really.” He responded, “I’m more of a car ride kind of guy. But the train was the fastest option for us, so here we are.”

“You like driving through Seoul?” I questioned with slight shock because Seoul was a city where every hour was rush hour and every car was trying to make it to their destination in record time.

He chuckled in disgust, “Oh god no. I hate driving in the city. Makes me want to pull out all of my hair.” He joked and a smile grew on my face. “But give me a long drive through the country, an AUX cord, and a few snacks and I’m all set to go for hours.”

“You would go alone?” I asked.

He leaned in close so the others wouldn’t hear him but my heart skipped a few beats. “These guys are idiots of the art world, remember?” He reminded me with a small playful smile.

“Right. I guess music counts as an art form.” I stated, hoping he couldn’t see my nervousness. He straightened back up and a tiny part of me was extremely disappointed.

“Exactly.” He agreed, “Though Mingyu’s not a bad companion, if I want one.” He pointed across the aisle and a row back at a green haired giant.

My eyes widened at his hair color and I had to ask, “Why is his hair green?”

“He lost a bet.” He informed me, a smile touched his face with the memory and he looked even cuter when he smiled.

“Poor dude.” I exhaled glancing back at the green haired male as he laughed at something the guy next to him said.

“Eh, he actually suggested the punishment himself so…” The male next to me trailed off with a shrug.

“So, what’s your name?” I asked suddenly, realizing I knew a few of the others’ names but not once did I get to ask him his.

“Minghao.” He stuck out a hand and I grabbed with a surprised smile.

“(y/n).” I reciprocated the greeting and pray he can’t feel my racing pulse through my skin.

“"And you’re visiting family in Jinju.” Minghao repeated what I told Seungkwan earlier and my lips pucker in surprise. He chuckled and pulled his hand away. “My ears still pay attention even if my eyes aren’t.”

“I can’t do that.” I said, resting my hands in my lap, “Multitasking like that is not my forte.”

“Gotta focus on one or the other?” He asked and I nodded my head.

“If my eyes are focused on like my book,” I rested my hand on the cover, “Or something, my ears tune out everything so I don’t miss a single word.”

“Is that what the headphones are for?” Minghao asked nodding towards my phone with the still plugged in headphones.

“Yeah, kind of.” I answered and twirled the wire around my finger, “It’s easier to tune out familiar sounds than new ones.”

“Any particular sounds?” He inquired and set down his closed notebook on the table.

“Music, particularly.” I told him and tried to ignore the giddy thoughts that screamed that he enjoyed talking to me. I also peeked at his hands and noticed he wasn’t wearing any rings. Which could’ve have been a big indicator that he wasn’t in a relationship with anyone considering every couple seemed to have couple rings here.

He gave me a wide smile and the action softened his facial features so much. “Any particular artists?” He reiterated his question using the same word we had been repeating.

“Jason Miraz is one of my favorites.” I informed him.

“Oh, I love Jason Miraz.” He said with bright eyes, “His style is just so cool and he makes great songs.”

“His style is really, really cool.” I agreed. “Have you heard his new album?”

“Did that come out already?” Minghao asked with widened eyes.

I nodded, “This morning.”

“Oh dang, I didn’t even know it was coming out this soon.” He said and scratched the back of his neck.

I reached for my headphones and handed one to him, “You want to listen with me? I haven’t made it through the whole thing yet either. Just the first couple.”

Minghao cautiously grabbed the earbud out of my hand, “You’re sure?” He questioned me.

“About sharing headphones?” I answered with another question, “It’s fine.” I gave him a reassuring smile and it seemed to relax him a bit.

I popped my earbud in my ear and then scrolled through my phone to find the playlist. Adjusting the volume so it wouldn’t blow out our eardrums, I started the album from the top.

“How’s the volume?” I glanced over at Minghao after settling the volume at a level I thought was comfortable.

“Good, good.” He responded, still a little stiff.

Turning my head towards the window, I let the calm melodies and voice of Jason Miraz accompany the green country scenery that quickly passed by. Pretty soon, my eye lids began to grow heavy and my morning rush started to catch up with me. Before I knew it, I was nodding off with my head leaned back against the weird velvety seat. Jason Miraz’s soft voice carried me further into sleep land.

Just before the haze of exhaustion turned into a dark abyss, I felt a hand lower my head until it met the hard curve of a shoulder.

I woke up to someone calling my name and it wasn’t Jason Miraz’s voice. Blinking my eyes open, I was still on the train and the country side was still passing by very quickly. My head was still pressed against a shoulder and then it hit me just who’s shoulder I was leaning on. [Though you know Soonyoung was not going to let Minghao live down how sweet the action was.]

“We’re like 5 minutes from Jinju station.” Minghao’s voice informed me and I sat up, trying not to be too sudden about it.

Running a hand through my hair, I checked my phone and the time coincides with the information given to me.

“I can’t believe I slept through the entire ride.” I chuckled at myself, still in shock.

“I’m surprised you slept through Seokmin and Soonyoung’s screaming.” Minghao laughed lightly and handed me the other half of my headphones.

I gathered the wire and picked up my backpack to shove them and my book back into it.

“Ugh, we didn’t even get to talk about the album.” I pouted, annoyed at myself for sleeping.

He giggled and it added itself to list of things I found cute.

“How about this?” He suggested, “We exchange numbers and we can discuss the album once you actually listened to it.”

I puckered my lips in thought because dude just called me out for falling asleep in the middle of tiny listening party for a new album. But, the little jab did nothing against the desire to keep in touch with him. So, I unlocked my phone and handed it over with the contacts app opened.

“Deal.” I agreed to his suggestion and he took my phone before quickly typing in his information.

“How was your nap?” Seungkwan asked, resting his arms on the table and leaning forward.

“It was unexpected and long.” I answered him, zipping up my backpack.

“But was it at least good?” He questioned further and Minghao handed back my phone.

“I’d say it was pretty good.” I told him and he smiled, content with my answer.

The train pulled into the station, which was the last on its route, and we all shuffled out of our seats. I reached up to the overhead storage for my still ridiculously heavy duffle bag but Minghao grabbed it before I could even touch it. Pulling it down, he held it out for me to take.

“Thank you.” I thanked him with a smile that I hoped would cover up the toll that the bag’s weight took on my body, specifically my arms.

“No problem.” He nodded with a small smile.

The other guys let me walk off the train first and I didn’t get a chance to look back or wait for them because my aunt was waiting on the platform for me.

“(y/n)!” She yelled and ran towards me. “Glad you made it! Oh! We have so many dishes to prepare. Come on, your mom’s busy chopping up vegetables and claims she needs her sous chef ASAP.” My aunt took the bag from me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders before leading me away.

I tried to look back for one last glance at the male who let me sleep on his shoulder but my aunt demanded all of my attention.

“Did you remember to bring all the stuff we asked?” She questioned me.

“Yes, auntie.” I replied, “I even remembered the Christmas ornament, though it took me forever to find.”

“Oh, you’re amazing!” She squeezed my shoulder and we walked out of the station and towards her car.

As we made our way down the stairs, my phone rang with a text.

I pulled it out and a laugh bubbled inside my chest as I read the message from Minghao.

“I don’t think Jason Miraz can save you from that conversation.”

Description: It’s finals week and you join them on a study date.
Warnings: Swearing
Genre: Fluff

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Jun

You sigh and run your hands through your hair in frustration. These ethics review notes are taking your mind on a rollercoaster through confusion, clarity, and, after a ninety-degree downwards turn, back into confusion.

“Why can’t I remember what this principle was about?” You groan frustrated at yourself but you don’t give into peeking at previous lecture notes because you’re determined to do this on your own.

Jun notices your frustration and looks up from the book he’s reading for his book report/final that’s due in three days. He procrastinates. A lot. 

“Whatcha workin’ on?” He asks and leans over the table to look at your notes and study materials.

“Just my ethics review.” You answer him, tapping your pen against your cheek.

“Ethics?” Jun repeats the subject and peers at the concept that you’re stuck on. “Huh.” 

“Yeah. So much fun.” You let the sarcasm drip from your lips and return to wracking through your brain for the one principle you’re being asked about in the current slide.

“Huh.” Jun repeats his sound and you look up to find him still leaning over the table.

“What are you doing, Jun?” You ask him with a questioning look.

“Hold on.” Jun says, straining as his body tires out from the odd position he’s in. “Andddddddddd, done. Wow, that’s a complicated question.”

You glance down at your materials and then back up at Jun, “You were reading the question this entire time?”

“Uh, yeah.” Jun scrunches his face up into a ‘duh’ expression, “I was curious. And, for your information, reading upside down is extremely difficult.”

“Did you come up with an answer?” You ask, smiling at his silliness. However, Jun just shakes his head while letting out a dramatic sigh.

Hoshi/Soonyoung

“Okay, okay. I got this. I got this.” Hoshi hypes himself up as you shuffle the flashcards and prepare to quiz him. 

“Match the person off of their description.” You tell him and his face falls.

“Ugh, that’s so much harder!” He complains.

You shrug, not really caring, before reading off the first description. “This person was the last queen of France. She was only 14 when she was married. She is famous for saying ‘let them eat cake.’” 

“Marie Antoinette!” Hoshi exclaims excitedly.

“Correct!” You start a ‘correct answer’ pile before moving onto the next person, “This person ruled in Russia and was 26 when he took the throne. Their reign saw events like Bloody Sunday of 1905 and World War I.”

“Uh, uh…” Hoshi stutters, searching his brain for the answer. “OH! Nicholas the second!”

“Nice!” You smile with pride as he aces another question. “Okay, next one. This person was a French military and political leader. He fought in the French Revolution and lost the battle at Waterloo in 1815.”

Hoshi’s face stills as he muddles over the information you’ve given him. His eyes widen and narrow repeatedly as he thinks about who the person could be. You wait patiently and hope he guesses the answer correctly and goes 3 for 3.

After a few seconds, Hoshi looks up at you with a shy smile and pokes his cheeks.

“You don’t know?” You ask him and he widens his shy smile. Laughing and shaking your head, you tell him the answer, “Napoleon Bonaparte.”

Hoshi snaps his fingers in shame, “I should’ve know. Ugh, he was even one of the ones I considered! Ugh, how could I have missed that?”

You shrug and place the card in the incorrect pile. “I don’t know, but you gotta study up.”

The8/Minghao

You’ve been at the library for hours and you’re still not done studying. The to-do list that sits next to you stares at you, sitting there and reminding you that you still have a boat load of studying to do to be prepared for finals. A groan escapes from your lips as your head lowers to rest against the stiff open spine of your textbook.

“You good?” Minghao asks, peering up from his book to eye you suspiciously.

You hold up a thumbs up and give him a short groan before dramatically lifting your head and taking in a deep breath. “I don’t think I can study anymore for the day.” You declare.

“Oh, come on. Just a little more?” Minghao coaxes you.

“Minghao.” You deadpan at him, “My brain feels like mush and I’m pretty sure I’m writing in old latin.”

“30 more minutes and then we can leave.” He bargains with you.

“You’re not even studying any more.” You state and nod towards his poetry book still in his hands. “I just wanna go ho-”

“Ah, 30 more minutes and we can go.” Minghao interrupts you.

You pout, “But-”

“No, but’s. 30 minutes.” He cuts you off and buries his head back into his book without another word.

Sighing, you pick up your pen again and refocus on the text in front of you.

A few minutes later, you notice Minghao rummaging through his bag. Looking up, you see him pull out a small polaroid camera and begin to take pictures of himself.

“Wha-?” You aren’t able to finish the word because of how confused and shocked you are.

“I’m done studying.” Minghao states a-matter-of-factly, “And this library backdrop is aesthetic.” 

Dino/Chan

“They only had orange juice downstairs.” Dino says, returning to the table with a large-ish bottle of orange juice and two clear cups. 

“Well, sugar is sugar, no matter what form it comes in.” You shrug, a little tired from all the studying you’ve been doing.

Dino sits down in his chair before opening the bottle and pouring some juice out for the both of you. “Your sugar fix.” He says and slides a cup closer to you.

You nod, acknowledging the drink but your eyes are focused on the page in front of you. Dino takes a slow sip and just watches you for a couple seconds. He takes in the way your hand grips your hair in concentration and the way your lips form the silent words of your textbook.

“Hey, do you think aliens exist?” You randomly ask Dino and the question takes him by slight surprise.

“Uh…” He pauses to think of how to phrase his next thought, “Why?”

You shrug, “My mind wandered and ended up at aliens. Do you think they exist? Cause like they could, right?” You launch yourself into a mini distraction while Dino listens amused. “The Egyptian Pyramids could’ve been made by aliens but at the same time we have documented record of people making them. And, and like folklore. What if folklore were real aliens on this planet that ancient people deemed gods and what not.” You take a breath and your eyes shine with excited curiosity, “And if they’re real, what language would they speak? Would they be friendly? They’d have to be like super technologically advanced to travel through space like that. I wonder what they look like. Do you wonder what they look like?” You turn your excited gaze to Dino as he brings his drink up to his lips.

He pauses for a second then squints his eyes and gives a light chuckle while nodding his head in agreement, “It’d be interesting if they actually existed.” He sets down his cup as you pick up yours. “Curious though, what caused that tangent?”

You point down at your next and though he can’t really see it, your finger is underneath a word. “I read the phrase ‘technologically advanced’ and poof.”