Stray kids imagines

Woojin-•.• The Guitar•.•

"£452.60" you huffed. You was so close. "I've only got another £20.40 until I can get it!" You squealed, pouncing onto Woojin.

He laughed and and wrapped his arm around you. He did this a lot, it made you fell secure and you weren't complaining. You knew he meant it in a best friend way not a boyfriend way.

But one can only hope.

"Its so close I can almost feel it in my hands" You said now rolling out off Woojin's arms, and now lying your head on his lap.

"You and this guitar, eh?" He said laughing putting his hands behind his head. You rolled your eyes and lent on your hands

"It's not just any guitar woojin" You said huffing. "It's the guitar" you both said in unison.

You huffed and Woojin laughed. " Oh I totally forgot. It's not like you haven't been talking about it 24/7 or anything" He said rolling his eyes, looking at you unamused. "Ya!" You said hitting his arm giggling.

"What? Ouch that hurt" he said whining rubbing the side of his arm. What a dork.

"Good" You said pleased with your hit. "After all these years I can nearly get it" You screamed, fist pumping the air. Woojin's face had a massive smile smeared across it. Almost a cheesy smirk.

He had a plan.

"Aww" You pouted making Woojin's heart flutter. "I need to go. Mum wants me back by six" You said defeated.

You didn't want to leave Woojin. He makes you feel special. Every time your near him, you get butterflies in your stomach making you blush a light pink.

He was something to you. Something very special.

"Really? Aww" he pouted and held his hand out reaching for yours. "No yet. Please" He whined, desperately trying to pull you closer to him.

You giggled and pulled your hand away from his. "Bye Woojin" You said walking out of his room, waving your hand. You had your back to him and you could still see his little pout and doggy eyes.

"Aish Woojin. Don't give me that look" You giggled still with your back to him.

"What look?" He said innocently, still pouting. You rolled your eyes and continued walking "I'll be back" You shouted and you opened the front door and walked out.

Woojin smirked. And now the plan begins.

You let the cool breeze drift through your hair as your rode your bike through town, your music playing softly in your ear.

You have to see it.

You took a left and biked down the small street. It wasn't busy as people were still at work, typing hard on a computer.

You stopped out side the tiny music shop taking one foot of the pedals and onto the floor. You took out one of your earphones out and stared at the tiny window.

Your eyes searched for the guitar. It wasn't there. Where was it? Your eyes frantically searching the window looking for the guitar.

"Maybe they've moved it inside?" You said out loud, expecting someone to agree with you.

With no murmur of agreement or disagreement, you decided to go inside and ask. You left your bike leaning up against the window and you rushed inside.

It was your guitar. No one else's.

You practically ran to the desk at the front. "The guitar" you panted "Where is it?"

The lady smiled "Oh that old thing?" She sighed. You nodded. "We sold that this morning. This young lad came in a brought it. He looked very happy about it!" She laughed remembering the memory.

However you. Well you just froze. For four years you'd been saving up to get this guitar. You'd done everything to get the money.

Sang out in public, rapped, danced. You'd sold some of your belongings to gain money. And you were so close. So close. Only £20.40 left to gain and it was yours.

But someone had brought it.

You slowly backed away from the counter and looked at the counter.

"No"

The lady smiled and laughed, you looked at her and headed for the door. Your hand fumbled over the handle, and you ran out the shop just as quickly as you had entered.

You jumped onto your bike and paddled fast. You just wanting to get home so you could cry into your pillow.

With every twist and turn the tears threatened to fall. The breeze blowing your face making your eyes want to cry even more. It was yours.

You'd reached your street and parked your bike outside and ran into the house. The tears had fallen and now where continuously streaming down your face.

That guitar was meant to be yours.

You ran up the stairs kicking anything in your way and flung open your bedroom door. You chucked your bag on the floor and jumped onto your bed screaming and crying into the pillow.

"I was so close" You whispered. You continued crying into your pillow until you heard a knock at the door. You groaned. "Go away!" You shouted into your pillow.

It was Woojin.

"Some one is cranky" He said leaning onto the door frame. You groaned even harder. You just wanted to be alone "Go away unless you have my guitar" You hiccuped. Knowing it was impossible, you sobbed even harder.

"Well that's good thing I've got it right in my hand now isn't it?" He smirked. You had managed to stop crying and you slowing turn around and sat up. Your eyes were still blurry from the tears.

"W-what?" You hiccuped again. You rubbed your eyes managing to get rid of some of the tears.

"I said well that's a good thing I've got it right in my hand now isn't it?" He repeated. You blinked several times.

"How..?" You mumble to your self. You slowly got out of bed and manage to see that woojin was in fact holding a case shaped like a guitar. That's when it hit you.

He was the boy. He was the boy who brought it. That's why the lady was smiling. She knew. She knew he brought it.

"And it's for you" He said holding it out for you. You gasped and ran at him. You flung your hands around his neck pulling him in close. He put his hands around your waist and lifted you up.

Your nuzzled your face into his neck taking a deep waft of his Cologne. "Thank you" You whispered into his ear. And squirmed again hugging him tighter. "Thank you so so much" you breathed.

He placed you down and cupped your face. "Your welcome. Anything for my princess" He grinned and you blushed.

Suddenly he placed his lips on yours. It sent shivers down your spin. You smiled into the kiss. This was bliss. Utter bliss. But then pulled away laughing.

"If I knew I'd get a kiss if I'd brought that guitar, I would have got that bloody thing ages ago" He said laughing.

You smiled at the boy in front of you. What did you do to deserve him? And with that you lunged at him, hugging him deeply once again.