Stray Kids Imagines (ON HOLD)

her ; lee minho

TRIGGER WARNING ⚠ mentions of self-harm and extreme language. Please skip if you don't want to read.

p.s., the felix imagine the last requester had sent will be posted around may 18-29. sorry for the long wait ;-;

third person

genre: angst

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"A waste of space is what you are."

"Gold-digger."

A sparkle of crimson blood that stained the blade of the razor-sharp knife formed into a droplet that fell on the tiled floor of the bathroom. A tear trickled down (Y/N)'s cheek as she pressed the knife harder on her red skin, causing more liquid to flow out.

"Slut."

"Stop using Lee Know."

She slid the knife across her skin again, this time, on her palms. She winced in pain, more tears falling from her eyes, but she didn't care.

"He deserves so much better than you."

"You're right," she says through the tears, "he deserves so much better than me. Minho doesn't deserve me."

(Y/N) started slicing the other wrist, letting the sanguine fluid drip onto the snow colored tiles. They formed a pool of blood, and with just a single glance they looked alarming, and she swore to clean it all up later, promising to leave the place spotless.

Before the hate started, she would check her Instagram daily to find photos of her boyfriend, Minho of Stray Kids, posting silly pictures of him to make her laugh everyday. If he was away with the rest of his members, he would always make a way to reach out to her, to remind her of his love that he was sending her, no matter the distance.

Soon enough, the media picked on their relationship, when Minho started to publicly post pictures of the two of them. Good thing was, JYP himself allowed the relationship to continue. Bad thing was, it was not just him and her anymore. Their relationship, which was later confirmed by the company, will always be tailed by either the paparazzi, news reporters, or the sasaeng fans. Wherever she went, whether (Y/N) was just by herself, with Minho or with a group of friends, the media and the obsessed fans would follow her. The paparazzi were already bad but they were nothing compared to the sasaeng fans.

One time, they had caught her walking home alone from work, and they decided to beat her up, dump her in a trashcan, and leave her to spend the night in the city dumpster. Other than that, she was constantly stalked not just through all her social media accounts but even in her work and at home. She couldn't fall asleep well, knowing that someone was keeping an eye on her, somehow ready to strike her down in the midst of darkness when she's alone and defenseless. The worst of all, is that it's only been three days since the news has been made public and official, and since they had tracked down her address and located her accounts, they started attacking her with hate comments as well.

She couldn't take it anymore. She felt worthless and unloved, and the only way she thought can quench the pain was to harm herself.

At first, she had burnt her skin using a match, but then she thought the pain was not enough. So, after burning her skin, she grabbed a razor and started cutting herself, starting from her fingers, to her palms, then to her wrists, until she went to her arms. But, since her sadness was weighing out the pain, she resorted to a much more bigger blade.