Stray Kids Imagines and Reactions

I.N.

“jeong? can i come in?” you asked after tapping your knuckles against his bedroom door, pushing it open only when you heard a hum in response. walking in, you found him aimlessly spinning in his desk chair, eyes fixated on the ceiling. “if it really bothered you that much why didn’t you say anything?”

he never knew why, but he always found himself on edge whenever he’d find you with any of the older members; part of him had convinced himself that you would start to fancy one of them because of the fact that they were older and overall more mature. his words rung loud and clear in his mind and he was unable to believe that he had let himself say something of the like to you—he felt embarrassed for causing such an unnecessary altercation.

“god, i’m such an idiot.” he covered his face with his hands, spinning to where his back was to you. “it’s just—i don’t know, it’s hard to explain...” he trailed off with a pout, and though you knew it was unintentional, you couldn’t help but think that he looked adorable with his little bottom lip jutted out.

he turned back around to face you, getting up from his chair and moving to hide his face in the crook of your neck. “i’m sorry.” he mumbled into your skin, fluttering his eyelashes against your skin in a sad attempt to gain your forgiveness.