stray kids imagines!

lee minho

[old imagine]

Today is the supposed 'best day of your life'. After buying tons of albums for the 'Miroh' fansign, you'd at least expect that you've gotten the chance to get in. It was already tough eating instant noodles for 2 weeks, hoping the Gods had an ounce of mercy on you.

That's why every night, you'd check your e-mail for invite updates to no avail. Until one stressful night at the local cafe, you were scrolling through the articles of spam messages, until the holy e-mail appeared. This resulted in you hyperventilating, everyone including the cute barista eyeing you like a mad woman. Out of utter humiliation, you swore to never come back, saying your last goodbye to the bartender Junhee.

You couldn't sleep that night, squealing every so often with a wide grin on your face. The following morning, an untamed nest of hair and dark bags welcomed you. Nothing some make-up can fix, right?

Following days were spent scouting for items to give to the members, not forgetting to buy lots of stuff for Minho. This meant another week of ramen, 3 times a day, 24/7.

After counting down the days that felt like months, it was finally d-day! Picking out the most decent clothes from your wardrobe of oversized shirts and ripped jeans, you were ready. Running out the door looking as presentable as you could be, with a bag of stuffed toys and accessories for the boys. Your mood couldn't be any more livelier.

Hailing a cab down the street, you stuffed all of your belongings into the back seat and plucked your ticket from your binder making sure everything was complete and neat. You held onto it like a lifesaver, which it probably was at this point.

The drive to the venue was short, the butterflies in your stomach growing aggressive by the minute. You tipped the driver extra cash, hauling your stuff out of the cab. The line was already long, making you worried you wouldn't get inside. You tried to not let this damper your mood.

You talked to the woman in front of you, with a polite smile. She looked at you with glittering eyes, exchanging the kind action. You ended up passing time talking to her. Fansites took this time to hand out some goods too, which you gratefully accepted.

The line shifted after some time, fans squealing as they entered the venue area. You were ecstatic, weeks of preparation led up to this point. Clutching your ticket to your chest, you were ready to hand it to the person in charge of the line. But, instead of a welcoming grin, an apologetic one masked the latter instead.

"Attention please, there had been a miscalculation in the seating capacity of the area. We are sorry to inform you that the last of the fans have already checked in inside. We are sorry for such an awful error, we hope you consider our apologies. All of the albums you have bought will be refunded to compensate for our mistakes." The lady announced.

As if your dreams were being crushed right in front of your eyes, the loud chorus of 'boos' and 'ohs' filled the atmosphere. Everyone's disappointment was evident, and you hoped it scared the staff. There were still a lot of people left outside the hall, expecting that a rampage was soon going to occur.

A vigorous stream of tears started to cascade down your cheeks, heavily heartbroken and infuriated. Now what? I'll have to wait for another 6 months to get a chance at an opportunity like this?

Thank God I kept the tickets for the albums I bought. Fishing them out from my binder, I slammed it down the staff's table with clenched fists. Her eyes widened, quickly tallying the total cost of all the albums I bought. She handed me the cash with quivering hands.

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I stomped off to the heart of the city, finding a Karaoke place to vent out all my anger. The sun already set the moment I step foot into the 5 story establishment. I settled into the dim space, opting for songs except for Stray Kids, what would you expect?