Yang Jeongin
They say that you always remember your first kiss, who it was, when it happened etc. As a kid I always dreamed of who would be mine, what he would look like/be like. As a kidI watched a lot of romance dramas and would put myself in the place of the lead actress’. It was silly for a kid to think about, but it was fun to dream about. To dream of the perfect first kiss.
We had been together for almost six months now. In those six months, we had only ever held hands or hugged, no kisses had been shared yet not even a kiss on the cheek. When we got together, we talked about what we wanted and one thing for both of us was going slow. I didn’t want to rush into anything with him. I really liked him, maybe even loved him. We hadn’t even said the L word to each other yet.
We met at a bar. We were both the sober ones while our friends were drinking their lives away, the designated drivers of the evening. He approached me. I was sitting at a table a little far away from the dance floor but close enough that I could see what my drunk friends were up to. When he came over to me, I thought he would be one of those drunk idiots who had fun hitting on girls at bars, promising to call them and then never actually call so I sent him away at first. For some reason he stayed and we sat there talking for the whole night, ending it with exchanging phone numbers. We went on a date the week later and the rest was history.
He was coming over for a movie night tonight. It was a weekly thing. Ee would sit in the living room, huddled under blankets, cuddling while watching films eating junk foods. I don’t remember when it started but I was glad that it did. It was a nice way to unwind. He would never spend the night though. When it got late enough, he would always go home. I wished that one night he would stay with me for the night. I had never stayed over the night at his place either. I knew I was ready for that but I was worried about him, worried what he would think of the idea.
I got the apartment ready for him to come over. He would be over any minute and the apartment was still a mess. I frantically ran around the place, making sure everything was tidy and put away. I got in my pyjamas and got the snacks ready. During our movie nights, we would cuddle up in our pyjamas, it was cute, he was cute. Once everything was ready, I sat on the sofa, scrolling through my phone until I heard him.
Luckily, that was sooner than I thought. I heard the passcode to my apartment being entered and the front door opening. I peeked over the sofa and there stood my boyfriend. His backpack in hand containing his pyjamas and drinks, he was on drinks this evening. I smiled and got up, going to him. He smiled at me and pulled me into a hug. I melted in his arms, closing my eyes. His arms were always comforting to me.
Jeongin was the first one to break out of the hug. He went into the kitchen, putting away the drinks. I followed him and saw he had multiple cans of fizzy drinks. He flashed one of his iconic smiles at me before escaping to the bathroom to get changed. I sighed softly and went back to the living room, setting up the TV. I sat on the sofa when it was ready, waiting for Jeongin to come back down. We had started watching the marvel films again and were up to the first Avengers film, it being both of our favourite films.
Soon, my lovely boyfriend came downstairs. He put his bag down in the hall, coming into the living room, to the sofa. He grabbed the blankets, put it over him and put an arm around my shoulder. I smiled, laying my head on his shoulder.
“How was your day, y/n?” He played with my hair.
“It was good. Work was draining as always, but it was ok. What about you?” I smiled at him.
“My day was interesting. It’s always interesting because of stray kids. I love my hyungs, but they really are crazy sometimes.” He laughed slightly.
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