Stray Kids Imagines (ON HOLD)

as love does [2] ; lee felix

requested by: animerose1413

**note: this is set in the reader's perspective for us to fully understand the reason why she acts so cold**

song on top: Hellevator by our stray kings 👑 :')

first person

genre: fluff, angst, ft. Bang Chan

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I came from a really rich family. My parents are both owners of one of Korea’s top entertainment industries, like JYP, SM, and YG. And since I was just an only child, I could easily get what I wanted. Whenever I want something—be it an expensive watch, or something as little as an ice cream cone, my mom and dad would not hesitate to give it to me. I did not even need to say it twice. They would always give me everything that my heart and eyes desire.

Because maybe that’s the only way they knew how to show their love for me.

They were both too busy with our family business since I grew up and seldom spend time with me. I don’t even remember any good memories that they were both by my side. I always eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner alone. Our maids were the only ones who would accompany me, and they would never talk whenever I’m around. They would only speak to each other when they’re outside, or when they’re in their sleeping quarters.

My parents were always so busy to the point that they must’ve forgot about their only daughter waiting for them to come home.

Maybe that’s why they poured their ‘love’ through the things that I asked for them. Toys? Gadgets? Clothes? Accessories? Concert tickets? I like it, I want it, name it, I got it. They thought that the most expensive things in the world could compensate my need of feeling their arms around me and their kisses on my cheeks. They thought that worthless, meaningless stuff were enough to fulfill their duties as my parents.

As I grew up, I became aware of the environment around me. Everyone was so happy, always talking about their happy lives despite their financial troubles. I was jealous, and that’s when the hate started.

Everybody around me hated me so much. They often called me different names—each holding their desire to skin me alive. Spoiled brat, arrogant, bitch, devil, and so on. But I didn’t care. In fact, their sour grapes about my attitude and behavior just fueled my interest on how to get their asses out of my sight.

Over the years, I would do stupid things to the maids for them to leave. I would sneakily grab their clothes and burn them; I would pour beverages over their face; I would put insects in their quarters; and the list goes on. I know, as cruel as it may seem, it was the only way I could think of to make my parents’ attention dart to why I was acting like that.

I thought that maybe if there were no more maids to guide me, they would go home and take care of me—like real parents would. I thought that if I do all those cruel things, they would make time for me and abandon their job for just a little while to make me feel that I’m loved and not just a random toy that they got for display.

I have always wanted my dad to ride with me whenever I got to school. I have always wanted my mom to make me breakfast and we three would eat our food together. I have always pictured a happy family in my dreams—but sadly, reality is a bitch and somehow didn’t want me to become happy.

But no matter how hard I tried, my parents didn’t seem to care. Whenever a maid would leave, they would always find a replacement. And the cycle goes on and on and on. But I didn’t stop, I didn’t give up. As I grew up I did more stupid, childish things and pranks, but it was frustrating.