Stray Kids Imagines

Texting "you're pretty" to the boy who hates you - Minho

you're pretty

why do you hate me?
what

i said you're pretty

why do you hate me?
i know what you said dumbass but
why did you say it

because i think you are

why do you hate me?
no y/n.

wdym

why do you hate me?
say it again.

I think you're pretty

why do you hate me?
fuck

whatt. something wrong lee?

why do you hate me?
don't do this. you don't know
what you're doing.

i'm being nice okay. can't
i tell a guy he looks good?

why do you hate me?
you aren't able to see me

i don't need to if you're
always pretty

why do you hate me?
you high on steroids or
sum shit? check your contact
again, i'm minho

wtf i'm perfectly fine
thank you and yes I know
who I'm talking to

why do you hate me?
just stop y/n. i don't
believe you one bit.

well, you're still pretty. doesn't
matter if you deny it or not, it's
true and I've already decided that.

why do you hate me?
fine. i'm coming over. be ready.

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This was not the response you expected, but honestly, you didn't know what other reaction you were going to get. All you could process at the moment was that the boy who has hated you for over a year now was suddenly making his way to your house, simply because of a compliment.

Lee Minho. He was your crush. You started to like him waayyy back before he started to hate you, and for no reason at that. Or at least, none that you knew of. He just began to tease you, give you an attitude, and roll his eyes whenever you were around.

Actually, maybe hate was too strong of a word to describe what he felt for you. It was more like he despised your existence and found it fun to play around and mock you daily.

The attention he payed to you and how he laughed at your annoyance was honestly much better than it sounded to be. Just the sight of his amused smile was enough for you to forgive his selfish demeanor.

Of course, given your natural fear of being rejected, you never dared to confess. With how he treated you, you were convinced that he didn't return the feelings. It was quite far-fetched otherwise, I mean, the guy could be entertained for hours just by pointing out every embarrassing or nerdy thing about you.

It kind of felt like you were frenemies. Although, you found him to be more of a friend than an enemy. For him, it was the other way around, or like he was superior.

The sound of your doorbell rang and you forgot how to breathe.

He was already here.