Stray Kids Imagines and Reactions

Minho

you had a feeling that arguments weren’t going to be a pretty sight with someone like minho and yourself—you had imagined it as a lit match meeting a puddle of gasoline; explosive and in the worst case, irremediable. even before it had occurred you had been afraid of the toll it would take on your just blossoming relationship, and it had you wishing that the outcome wouldn’t leave either of you heartbroken. not much had been said in retaliation on your end and not because you were afraid, but rather because you were waiting for a moment of calm in the storm—an attempt at not further fueling the fire that had already begun to burn.

a barely coherent “minho.” escaped your lips the moment you saw him moving towards the front door, “don’t do this, please.” you called as you tried to take a hold of his wrist, only to have it shaken off the moment your fingers even had the chance to touch his skin.

you stood helplessly near the entrance, the tears finally overflowing when he had shut the door behind him with more force than usual. feeling completely dazed, you were unsure of how to go about the situation that had been placed in your hands. you wanted to go after him, yet you didn’t want things to escalate further than they already had.

if there had been anything minho would have wanted for you to know in that very moment it would have been that he would always come back to you no matter how angry he had gotten. blurting irrational accusations would never be on his agenda when it came to arguments, thus where he deemed it best to give both of you some space before revisiting the situation.

that night minho had returned to a dark and silent home, and for a split second his heart sank at the thought of going to bed without your warmth to lull him to sleep. though, his heart rate would soon return to normal when he’d spot you fast asleep with his pillow clutched tightly in your arms and face buried deep into the pillowcase.

“min?” you’d groggily call out at the feeling of his presence hovering over you.

he quickly hushed you, whispering something about you going back to sleep as it was late and you had to get up early the next morning; he sighed when you refused to do so. crawling into bed with you, he took you into his arms as if to let you know that he was there for you and wasn’t planning on leaving anytime soon.

“we’ll talk everything through in the morning, okay?”