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Bunch of Stray Kids One Shots and Imagines.
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As long as you could remember, Seungmin had always been rude to you. You came to Seoul with your brother, Jeongin, both of you dreaming of becoming idols. While Jeongin debuted almost immediately, you had to fight for years, but this year was finally your time. You were set to debut in a few weeks as the leader of a new girl group JYP had put together. Yet, despite your achievements, Seungmin remained a jerk. From day one, even though you had been nothing but kind to him, he had been dismissive and rude. Your brother had to put him in his place more than once. He insulted you, called you names, and spread rumors about you being a brat. The more he pushed you away, the more you found yourself inexplicably drawn to him. It was confusing and intense, as if you wanted to win him over despite his hostility.
The real turning point came on a random Tuesday. Jeongin was busy recording with Chan in the studio, so you sought out an empty practice room to rehearse your debut choreography. Absorbed in your phone and listening to music through your headphones, you dropped your bag and looked up to find Seungmin glaring at you. "Sorry, didn't see you," you said, bracing for another round of insults. You quickly grabbed your bag and made for the door. To your relief, Seungmin remained silent.
As you reached for the door handle to leave, it broke off in your hand. Bewildered, you struggled to fix it, but it was hopeless—the door was jammed, and you were trapped. Seungmin looked between you and the door handle in your hand with disbelief as you turned to him. "You can't be serious," he said, taking the handle from you and trying to fix it himself. When it wouldn't budge, he threw it to the ground in frustration. "Why did you break it?" he demanded.
You rolled your eyes, trying to stay calm. "I didn't do it on purpose!" you snapped back. Seungmin's fists clenched at his sides. "Yeah, you never do anything on purpose! How can you be so annoying?" His voice was rising.
"Why are you so rude to me?" you yelled, tears welling up. The stress of the past few weeks had worn you thin. Being the leader of a new group was exhausting, and with the debut approaching, you were working late nights. You couldn't handle another argument right now, but you were stuck. "Because you're always in my way!" Seungmin shouted back.
Taking a shaky breath, you let your anger and frustration spill out. "You know what, Seungmin? You're an asshole. I was nothing but nice to you, and yet you've got some problem with me that I can't understand."
"Shut up," Seungmin interrupted, his hands still clenched.
"I don't know what your problem is, but I really thought we could be friends for my brother's sake. I was wrong," you continued, meeting his gaze firmly.
"Shut up," Seungmin repeated, his voice trembling.
"I won't shut up, Seungmin. I'm done with your bullshit—" You didn't finish before he pinned you up against the wall, one hand gripping your hip and the other pressed against the wall beside your head.
"What are you—" you started, but he cut you off.
"I told you to shut up," he whispered, his face inches from yours. You should have been scared. He was stronger and bigger, and it seemed like he hated you. But instead of fear, you felt a jolt of excitement. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, and a wild part of you wanted to provoke him further to see how far he would go.
