Stray Kids Imagines {On Hold}

Hyunjin Part Two

It's been a month since the 9 boys, Stray Kids, came to practice for the joint performance with us. I was paired with a quiet but weird boy named Hyunjin. Hwang Hyunjin. His skill somehow matched my shit excuse for dancing well, it surprised me largely. "Xavier" His voice broke through my thoughts. I hummed in response, still not ready to talk properly because of my brothers passing. "Why are you so quiet?" He asked. The question surprised me. No one ever seemed remotely interested in why I was quiet. "Hmm, reasons" I replied dryly, as usual. He sighed and I heard him stand up. His footsteps inching closer, stopping when he sat beside me. "Can you tell me those reasons?" I looked at him, his voice quite close. I came face to face with him, barely inches from his lips. I jolted back or tried to but he held my wrist firmly so I stayed in place. "H-Hyunjin" I stuttered. The bitch. He smiled sweetly, pressing his forehead against mine. "Hmm" He hummed, his smile turning into a smirk. "What do you want?" I paused, gathering my senses. This godlike boy was this {-} close to my face. "Do you want me to tell you my reasons?" I asked, getting an idea. It was stupid, but it might just work. "Hmm, yes" He finally replied, shifting slightly. "Well, I'll tell, but, you gotta let me go" I reasoned, tugging at my wrist that was still being held firmly. He didn't answer at first. "Fine" He paused, sighing. "But, I get to hold you in some way so you don't run away" He put out an offer, loosening his grip ever so slightly. I sighed heavily. I wasn't gonna get out of this without telling him. "It's a deal" I muttered, pulling on my wrist. He let go but pulled me so he was holding me by my waist, and so I was leaning on his chest. Out of habit, I rested my head against his chest. "So?" He questioned. I hadn't told any of the boys about my situation with my brother, his passing and I wasn't planning on it. Some plan. I sighed again. "The reason why I'm so quiet is that I'm still getting over my brothers' death" I paused, feeling him tense up. "It was only 2 months ago" My voice grew quiet as it cracked. Too many emotions. "I'm sorry, but I have to go" I got up, grabbed my belongings and rushed out of the practice room. I stopped for about ten minutes at the break room. I only stopped to put a note. 

"I'm so so sorry guys but I can't do this anymore. All this place does is make it worse. I thought that the dance coming up and focusing on training with the boys would help me, but sadly it didn't. I'm leaving tomorrow at 4:00 pm, so if you want to say goodbye then that is your only chance. Again, I am so so sorry that I couldn't make it. - Your quiet crackhead, Y/n"

Thank you guys so so much for the 485 reads! I know this has been out for a while and that I've been rlly inactive lately but I'm so happy that we got to here. Thank you for reading my book, its made me write even more than I would have. There might be a part three on this one, just comment below if you would like one.

Your inactive author, Xavier.