Stray Kids (SKZ) Imagines

Opposites Attract - Lee Minho

Your eyes scan through the spines of the books, the tips of your fingers grazing them as you walk by. "There it is." You grab the book for your anatomy class and flip through it. The fast flipping allows you a whiff of the book's old, papery smell. "Boo."

You yelp and drop the book, the loudness of your voice and the fall of the book ringing through the library. Behind you someone laughs, their hands still on your waist. Your face contorted with anger; you knew that laugh. Slapping the hands off of you, you spin around and face none other than Minho. He's still chuckling to himself, his eyes smiling. If you weren't mad at him, you probably would have thought he looked cute.

"Stop laughing, this isn't funny! The librarian's probably going to kick me out- I have a book I need to check out, asshole!" You punch his chest with every word you say, glaring daggers at him. "Who cares? It's just a library. One of many." Minho grabs your hands to stop your punching. You blush at the contact but quickly push that feeling away.

"Don't touch me! I hate you so much, Minho." He picks up your fallen book (which was still on the floor) and smiles. "I know you do. You going to check that out or no? I'm trying to take you somewhere."

Huffing, you snatch the book from him and start walking towards the front, Minho on your trail. "Whatever it is, I can't. I have a class to go to." You hand the librarian your book and watches as she scans it for you. "So? I do too." You turn to him and give him a look. "I'm not like you, I actually care about maintaining my grades."

You thank the little old lady and grab your book. Minho was still following you. "We're polar opposites. I'm the "smart goody two shoes" and you're the bad boy. Why do you hang around me?" "I don't care. I like you."

It surprises you how easy it is for Minho to admit something like that. Despite hearing him tell you he liked you almost every day, his words never failed to make you feel butterflies inside. "Minho..."

"What? It's true. I like you. A lot. Is it so bad to want to be around someone I like?" You bite your lip, trying to hide your shy smile. "Well no, but..." He cuts you off. "No buts. Have a little fun, will you? Skipping one class won't do anything." Before you can disagree, Minho grabs your free hand and starts dragging you off. Right on time, classes end and students pile out of the rooms, walking to their next class. You and Minho sprint past everyone, heading towards the exit. You laugh as you do, the adrenaline exciting you.

Soon enough, you're out of school grounds and walking towards a nearby park. Usually, you'd ignore Minho and his heart fluttering words, but today was different. Instead of dodging him and going to class anyway, you willingly let yourself tag along. Even though he was known for his bad behavior and cold attitude, he was sweet to you. It made you feel special.

The two of you sat down on the empty swings, softly rocking back and forth. The wind softly blew at your face, the hair behind your ear untucking itself. "Y/N?"

You turn to face Minho, his eyes staring straight ahead. "Yea?" He faces you with a serious look on his face. The look that scares people away from him, makes them cower before him. "You know I'm not playing around, right? I really do like you. My feelings are genuine."

With the tone of his voice, you knew he wasn't joking, you knew he really did like you. Your first instinct was to dodge him like usual, ignore his feelings and pretend they weren't real. But the way he was letting himself look vulnerable stopped you from doing so. Did you like Minho? Yeah. You did. You felt good around him. Then why deny him? Fuck it.

Smiling, you reach over and place your hand on his knee. His eyes soften, filling with wonder. You give his knee a squeeze, "I like you too, Minho." The grin on his face makes you smile wider. He leans closer to you, hands going to your cheeks. You don't flinch or back away, just smile and let him near. "Can I kiss you?" His voice is soft, fingers tender against your skin. "Please."

He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You feel time go slow as he continues to lean in. Just as you feel the ghost of his plush lips, you're thrown back, away from him. "What are you two doing out of school grounds?!" Stuttering, you try to explain to the teacher in front of you but it's no use.

"Detention!"

The room was dead silent, the only ones in the room being the teacher, you, Minho, and 2 other kids. You sigh and scribble the corner of your worksheet. It was supposed to distract you with a few math problems but you quickly went through them. You wish you hadn't, now you had nothing else to do.

Across the room sat Minho, his attitude different from yours. He was the complete opposite of you: entertained. While you sat and stared straight ahead, he scribbled away on his paper, tiny airplanes crowding his desk.

Your detention was after school and you dreaded going back home. You'd have to explain to your parents why you came home later than usual. "Okay, you're all dismissed. Let this be a lesson to you." Minho gets up and heads your way, his scraps of paper left behind. You felt eyes on you two, just like when you walked into the detention room. You getting detention? Unexpected. You being around Minho? Even more unexpected. Minho seems unfazed, only giving a cold stare if their eyes linger longer than normal.

"Can I walk you home?" He asks the question as you're both heading out. A warm feeling spread through your cheeks. "Uh...yeah. Sure. That's alright."

Your time together went from minutes, to hours, to whole days. It was safe to say the both of you were together. Even if no one asked out the other, you were aware of each other's feelings. And that was enough. It wasn't long until word got around. You felt unbothered when walking the halls with your arm linked with Minho's, but by yourself, you felt small. The stares and whispers were too much.

It was heaven being with him, but reality hit you. You two were so different. Polar opposites. He could care less about his education, but you cared a lot about it. You didn't mix well with his crowd. "Y/N are you alright?" Minho's hand squeezes yours, eyes full of worry. You haven't touched your ice cream, opting to swish it around instead. "Mhm." You reply, shaking his hand off of yours. He looks at you weirdly. You most definitely weren't alright.

"What's-"

"I have to go. My parents need me home." He couldn't even let out a word, you were quick to disappear. You didn't even say goodbye or kiss his cheek like you usually would. Minho gets up and runs out of the tiny shop. "Y/N!" His scream is so loud. People walking by stop and give him a strange look, their brows furrowing. You stop in your tracks, but don't turn to face him.

He's quick on his feet, sprinting towards you. His soft hand grabs yours and in one swift movement he turns you around, wrapping you in his arms. "Minho...let me go."

"No. Not until you tell me what's up with you. We were fine a week ago, and the week before that. Do you not like me anymore?" He sounds genuinely sad at the thought of that. Giving up, you wrap your arms around him. "No, not at all. I still like you a lot. It's just...aren't you embarrassed? We're so different. You should be with someone who's just like you and who blends in with you."

His fingers hook under your chin, he tilts your head up. He has the softest smile on his face. "Y/N, listen real good okay? Because what I'm about to say is very important."

"I don't give a fuck." You chuckle at his words, his smile growing at the sight of yours. "Sure, we're not exactly the same but does that really matter? Opposites attract. And no, I'm not embarrassed to be with you. My baby's smart and works hard, what about it? Whoever is feeding you these lies can go rot because we're perfect together."

"You mean that?"

He nods. Smiling, you lean forward and peck his lips. "Thank you."

Minho grabs your face and gives you a kiss of his own, this time longer and more loving. "No, thank you."