Stray Kids Imagines

•You Come Home Drunk•

Chan:
Honestly, he's so happy to see you like this. You've been pushing yourself really hard at work, and when one of your old friends reached out to grab drinks on Saturday night, he urged you to go. He didn't expect you to come home wasted and laughing uncontrollably, but it made him happy to see you not stressing for once.

"Chanieee..." you drawled as you stepped into the apartment after unlocking the front door. He's sitting in the living room, watching something on the TV as he waits for you. He takes in your state-you're slightly stumbling, but there's a huge smile plastered across your face.

"Babe, how did you even get home?" he asks as he gets up from the couch to meet you at the door, his hand going to your waist to hold you steady.

"We took an Uber... but coming up the stairs was kinda hard. I don't like it."

"There's an elevator," he says, tilting his head slightly as he admires you from the angle, a soft pout forming on your lips. You two live on the sixth floor.

"Oh..."

Lee Know:
He laughs at you, like a little kid. Normally, you're guarded and serious like he is, but when you're drunk, you can't help laughing at everything-even if it's not remotely funny. He can't help but laugh along with you because the way you laugh is so hilarious to him, and also a little ridiculous.

"What are you laughing at?"

"The remote," you mutter, letting a snicker escape your lips. "Do you-" you're struggling to keep it together long enough to explain the joke, "do you think they know they're rectangular?" You burst into another fit of laughter, plopping down on the bed as you stare at the ceiling, tears streaming from your eyes. "Like, that's such a weird shape, you know? But I think it'd be worse if they were square... or even a triangle."

He laughs because he has no idea where the idea came from. The next morning, he'd embarrass you by retelling the "joke" to see if you laugh again, which you don't-but he does, just because he knows it annoys you.

Changbin:
He's a bit annoyed by how clingy you are. Normally, he's the needy one, always asking for affection, hugs, kisses-all of the above. But with you being drunk, the roles are reversed, and that's when it dawns on him that this is exactly what he does to you.

The moment you see him, you cling to him and don't let go. When he tries to go to the bathroom, you're there; he tries to grab a snack, and you're there; if you need to go to the bathroom, you even ask him to come with you.

There's truly no moment of peace when you're drunk. But he tolerates it because there was a time when he asked you for a bit of space to use the bathroom in peace, and you didn't talk to him for the rest of the night.

Hyunjin:
He's very entertained by you when you're drunk. You get a sudden surge of energy and feel like cleaning up around the house, doing laundry, cooking, and even baking, all while blasting music in the background.

When you stumbled into the house, you didn't make a sound until you started rearranging the pots and pans in the kitchen. Hyunjin got out of bed and came into the kitchen to find you looking through the pots and pans for some items.

"Babe," he murmured from the doorway, a smile on his face as he watched you. "What are you doing?"

"You said-" a hiccup escaped your mouth, "you wanted brownies yesterday, so I'm making some," you mumbled, placing the bowls in front of you. He peeled himself off the wall and walked up to you, cupping your face as he kissed your pursed lips.

"You're drunk; you shouldn't bake when you're drunk." A soft pout formed on your lips.

"But I can do it. I'm more aware when I'm drunk." His heart softened as he saw your determination to bake, and he didn't want to stand in the way of that.

"Okay, I'll just watch you."

Han:
He wasn't really sure what to do at first because the first time he saw you drunk, you just cried about everything. Your friends brought you home because you had started crying about missing Han, and then when you got home, you cried about missing your friends and making them leave to bring you back.

It went on like that, you crying about the most random things you could think of, and he just didn't know what to do to make you feel better besides sticking by your side.

Over time, he got more used to it and already knows you get emotional, so he's learned it's usually best to let you fall asleep-or the two of you watch an action movie with no deaths or anything crazy so you won't cry.

Felix:
He gets drunk with you. This man has a serious fear of missing out. Unless you're explicitly going out with your friends for a girls' night, the two of you get drunk together all the time.

Felix loves the idea of sharing every moment with you, especially the fun, carefree ones. When you're together, he's the one encouraging silly dance battles in the living room, both of you laughing at nothing and everything. He'll put on his favorite throwback playlist, singing along with his deep, warm voice and pulling you in to sway along with him.

At some point, he'll pull out his phone and insist on taking the most random selfies, half of which end up blurry because you're both laughing too hard. And even if he's tipsy, he still watches out for you, making sure you've had water and guiding you carefully around the furniture.

Seungmin:
You were a bit embarrassed that he had to see you like that, since you're usually so feminine and proper around him. Drunk you is a little more laid-back, not afraid to speak her mind, and very loud-and occasionally, depending on how hard you went that night, you end up throwing up. Although you felt embarrassed, he liked seeing that side of you-a more relaxed version that wasn't afraid to show a bit of a "masculine" vibe.

There was one time when you had your head in the toilet, vomiting your stomach out, and you tried to stay quiet so he wouldn't come and see you. But he did, and somehow, he found you beautiful in that moment, even if it did trigger his own gag reflex.

"Go back to sleep, Seungmin, I'm okay," you muttered, just for a brief moment before turning back to the toilet to throw up again. He walked behind you, gently gathering your hair off your shoulder as he knelt beside you for comfort.

"Do you want some water?" he asked, rubbing your back. You shook your head before pulling it away from the toilet.

"Ugh, I hate when you see me like this," you said, leaning back against the bathtub next to the toilet. He offered a small smile, letting your hair fall back to your shoulder as he moved to sit beside you.

"I think you look beautiful."

I.N:
He didn't even know you had that side to you, but he fell in love with you even more. You were a very fun drunk. You didn't throw up, no matter what you drank or if you had more than you were supposed to. I.N was a little surprised at first, seeing you so carefree and silly, but he found himself getting pulled into your energy. You'd be joking around, throwing out random challenges or making up funny songs, and he'd watch you with that shy smile, joining in when he couldn't hold back his laughter anymore.

I.N loved these moments of pure joy with you and would quietly take mental notes, cherishing this new side of you. After you've calmed down, the two of you would cuddle.