stray kids imagines

bangchan | birthday presents

ⁿᵒᵗ ʳᵉᵠᵘᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ
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fluff / 1332
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a few months ago, you moved to live in a new apartment. with a roommate.

bangchan - your roommate - was a... well, some kind of a cold guy? but he was not that cold.

you two just didn't get along well. that's all.

the first day you moved in, the apartment was empty. you knew you were going to have a roommate, but he was not there the time you first came to the apartment.

his things were there, so you assumed he was just outside or something.

you unpacked your things and put them in your room, but you haven't heard the front door opening, so when you opened the door of your room, the door hit something, well, someone.

there was a sound of something breaking. and when you looked up, your eyes locked with angry eyes in front of you.

the first thing you thought was - his eyes are beautiful, and the second thing was - I'm absolutely dead.

the thing that fell on the floor was a box of wine glasses. and boy, they looked expensive and well, broken now.

you looked up again, he was still looking at you with a dead gaze.

"I-.."

"you are preventing me from collecting the glasses" chan cut you off, his voice was cold, and he was looking at you with slightly closed eyes.

you opened your mouth but then closed it again, moving to the side as he crouched down and started collecting the glass pieces.

"I can help-"

"no. just move." he didn't even look at you.

you nodded and moved to the side, leaving him to collect the pieces.

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a few months later, you were sitting at the dining table, having the ramen that you brought from the convenience store.

it was late at night, almost 11 pm when chan got back to the apartment.

he took his shoes off and then walked inside the apartment. he was about to walk to his room when he noticed you in the kitchen.

he stopped in his tracks and looked at you.

but you didn't even notice him. you were dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie, you hair messed up , and your reading glasses were on as you were eating your ramen.

"why are you here?" chan asked and you jumped in your seat a little, not expecting him.

"what?" you turned to look at him.

"I asked why are you here?" he said again, walking into the kitchen.

"why not? this is my apartment, too." you said, looking at him confused.

"I thought you would be out with your friends." he said, placing his hand on the back of one of the chairs. he then saw the confusion on your face and sighed. "it's your birthday. why are you not out with your friends?"

your mouth went dry. "how do you know my birthday?" you asked quietly. he knows my birthday?

chan scoffed and rolled his eyes. "oh, come on. of course I know your birthday." he looked at you. "but you didn't answer my question."

you looked down at your ramen and stayed quiet.

chan raised an eyebrow and rested his hands on the back of the chair, which was on the other side of the table from where you were sitting.