Stray Kids Imagines

Woojin

Author's Notue:

I read a short story and thought that it was really awesome. There wasnt a happy ending in that though, but Ill make one for this imagine (or will I😉) And I am very sorry for being such an inactive potato for the past few days😭 I literally just got home from a 3 day screening and Im very tired but aksbaksbaksnamsn😣

Im back and I feel older than before. A few more hours and Im turning 16 omG😰

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Y/N's POV

A whole family.

That has been the only thing Ive been wishing for. For the past years my dad and mom started to have mild misunderstandings which grew into fights and heavy quarrels.

They started shouting and even mildly pushing each others shoulders. I was a bit scared that it came to this. Actually, I was really scared. My mom might even leave us or vice versa. Before, my mom was just a house wife. My dad didnt let her go to work since they had a good relationship and it was pretty healthy too. But now, my mom decided to find a job just to escape the fact that she was going to face my dad when she goes out of their supposed to be shared room, but they placed a wall. Literally, beside them.

It wasnt easy for me honestly. I mean, others may think that... 'Oof, as long as they give me all I need then I'm fine.'

It wasnt easy. We had a good set of memories ever since I was a kid and now, its all gone. Everything. The smiles, the laughter we shared, all the jokes and the places weve been to. Every single piece of memory was crushed by hatred and jealousy.

I hate this life.

I actually became suicidal after a month of their fight. I couldnt take it anymore. I tried ending my life but that time I suddenly realized.

What if there was still a chance that everything will be alright?

What if there was still a reason to live?

So, here I am. Alive and suffering. Still hoping that one day, the family Ive been wishing for would come true. Even just for a day.

Fixing my hair as I went downstairs. I saw nothing. Literally. Not like the cliche 'Mother cooking breakfast' and 'Dad reading a newspaoer over a coffee' scenery. It was dull.

And as usual, I made breakfast for everyone as I suddenly heard screaming from the rooms.

Here we go again...

My mom made her way down cussing under her breath as she was fixing her things inside her bag.

"Y/N dear, please pass me the coffee." She says as I silently made my way to her, giving her the cup of coffee and quickly went back to frying the eggs and bacon.

As I set them aside, I heard heavy foot steps from the stairs making my whole body tense up for the everyday routine always plays in my mind.

"Y/N?! Where is my coffee?!" My dad shouted, as the whole room immediately reeked from the smell of alcohol and cigarettes. Hesitantly making my way near him as I placed his coffee, I forgot to not put a lot of sugar in since he didnt like sweet coffee.

I quickly made my way to him as he placed the mug by his lips and I suddenly nudged his arm making the coffee spill all ober his shirt and lap.

Shit. Sudden regret filled me when he let out a frustrated groan and he threw the cup by the wall as it crushed into pieces. As I let out a squeak, my breathing went out of control as I tried to calm myself down, moving away from the furious figure by the table.

My mom flinched a bit as she gave me a reassuring smile and played it off as if nothing happened. I, om the other hand, was afraid of my life.

"Why did I even let you live anyways?!" He cussed under his breath as he tried to wipe off the stain by his shirt. Feeling the stinging pain in every word he said, I hiccuped as I try to calm myself down. Suddenly hearing my mom slamming her palms over the table and turning to my father.

"Can you not say that? Its literally just over a cup of warm coffee it wont kill you." She spat, taking my side as I stayed quite on the corner of the room.

Now, theyre fighting because of me.

"Stop taking your daughter's side! She never learns anything as if her head wa-----" My dad was cut off by the sudden slap sound which filled the room. In total shock, I placed my palm over my mouth and slowly made my way beside my mom. My dad laughed as he suddenly threw the chair that was beside him  over the cup board making a lot of glass scatter all over the floor.

He was going to barge into my mother when I went in front of her. Though I was scared, I still didnt eant him to touch my mother. As he held me by my uniform, he threw me as I landed over the table and fell by the other side. Screaming in pain, I hear my mom screaming as she fought back and my dad screaming as well.

I tried picking myself up as I reach up to the counter top when a sudden hot surface was felt by my palm making me scream in pain. Realizing that I touched the newly turned off stove with fried food in it, I slowly made my way back to my room. Locking it as I enter and placing ointments and bandages by my burnt area.

Maybe I should reconsider having my hopes up for this so called family.

Checking the time, it was literally almost 10 am and I missed 3 classes already. Still wanting to go to achool and not encountering anymore of the things that happened a while ago, I pick myself up and went straight out of the house, fixing my clothes and hair in process. As I went straight to the bus station, rain suddenly poured. Hard.

Checking the sky, it slowly turned from bright to extremely dull and mild thunder roars can be heard. Sighing in pain and frustration, I slide my hand through my pocket and picked up my phone calling a certain someone I really need right now.

"Hey Y/N!" his jolly and cheerful voice says over the phone.

"Woojin..." I choke out as I felt a lump by my throat which I tried to control but failed.

"W-what happened...?"

"I need you right now..."

To be continued...