Stray Kids Imagines

Skz (requested)

You've been so worried about him lately. All he does is work, no breaks, no sleep, barely any food, just a lot of water. It hurt you seeing him like this, so weak and fragile. He'd only come out of his room for another set of water. (like those huge bottle of water sets you get at stores) When he did come out you could see how fragile he looked.

He had a hard time walking and lifting things as time passed, eventually just texting and asking you to bring him water as he couldn't lift it anymore. You could see his ribcage which used to be covered by his healthy abs, his delicate arms that used to be well built, even his legs which used to be so muscular. If this went on any longer, you don't know if you'd even have your boyfriend anymore. Hell, you barely had him now.

He was always so sweet and loving, he'd show you tons of affection and make sure you knew how much he loved you. You still knew he did but now, he would always lock the door unless you were bringing him water or the snacks he asked for.

When you went to hug him, he would tell you to leave, even back away from your hugs. It made you feel hurt. Does he really love me anymore? Have I done something wrong? Those thoughts rang through your head everytime he rejected you. Everytime he'd yell at you to leave when you kissed his cheek. It hurt so much. Everytime you'd leave with tears in your eyes.

Your depression was even starting to come back because of this, of course you wouldn't blame him for it. He didn't know what he was doing, driven by his passion for being a songwriter and rapper. For leading a team that will change the world. But right now, you felt you weren't in it.

You thought about everything you were feeling and thinking about for weeks as you walked around the park nearest to your house. You needed to talk to him. That was the only way this was going to get fixed. But what would he say? How would you tell him how you felt? After much mental debate you decided to just go talk to him. Debating what to do is not going to make it easier to talk to him.

So you walked back to your shared house and knocked on Chan's door before entering. He glared at you "what is it now!?"

"I uhm- I wanted to talk to you about something." You looked down at your feet, anxiety eating you whole.

You could feel his angry gaze soften a bit. He must've noticed how anxious you were. "About what."

"Well I uh- Chan.. I'm worried about you. I'm so worried. You haven't been eating well and you're so thin and pale... and you just..." you sniffled and wiped away your tears "you never accept my hugs or kisses anymore. I-It feels like you don't love me anymore and it really hurts. You never come out of your office unless you need to use the bathroom. You won't say a word to meet unless it's telling me to leave your room and it really-"

"For fucks sake y/n! Don't you understand I have to work!? Im busy trying to bring money into this house and all you complain about is me not giving you attention!? Maybe get a job and I wouldn't have to work so hard! Or maybe get some friends or something to hang out with!? I can't be with you every second! God you're so clingy!" He groaned angirly and went back to working, putting on his headphones. Usually he just plays everything out loud but he was doing this to block you out. Tears were falling down as you got more frustrated, you just wanted your boyfriends attention.

So you removed the headphones "please can we just talk about-" smack

You held your cheek in shock. Did he just smack me?

Tears ran down your eyes and the shock faded, soon being replaced with a sting on your cheek. You walked out of the room, grabbed your jacket, and ran out of the house. You couldn't take it anymore. Your impulsive thoughts were taking over. You felt like dying, like leaving this world. It's not like anyone would care. Chan wouldn't care.