stray kids x reader scenarios, imagines and reactions that hopefully won't make you absolutely cringe and die, lower caps intended - this book contains mild swearing and may have a few suggestive jokes, but nowhere near enough to be rated as mature
...
Oops! Această imagine nu respectă Ghidul de Conținut. Pentru a continua publicarea, te rugăm să înlături imaginea sau să încarci o altă imagine.
-you and chan didn't argue often, he was the perfect husband material and it wasn't a common occurrence. but today, stuff escalated far more than it should've, it wasn't one specific person's fault, there was just too much said in too little time
-both of you were being irrational, and you were most definitely acting like a bitch, but either way, it was certain that this argument could've been avoided if you both approached it differently, there was no need to start insulting each other, especially not through the low blow you commented
''you know what chan? just piss off! in fact, go spend even more time at work than you already do, because apparently that fucking matters more than me!!''
''are you serious right now?! there's no need for you to bring my work into this, [name]!'' he growled, brushing his fingers through his hair irritably ''I'm going, I've got better things to do than argue with you and your 5-year-old mentality, I'll be the bigger person here-''
''oh yeah? I'm leaving first then, don't try pulling up at my door later asking for forgiveness'' you yelled, marching out of his company building, fully aware of the huge scene you've just caused in front of his members
-the moment you slammed your car door shut and turned your car engine on, all you could think of was 'what was all that even about?' , 'how did such a small issue turn into something so big just because of your choice of words?!'. you knew you fucked up, the problem was you had no idea how to fix it now and it's not like you can go back in time and take back what you said
-after a good cry in your car and a long, aimless drive around seoul to clear your head, you decided it was up to you to find him and show how truly sorry you were, the realisation that you're on bad terms with the love of your life was getting stronger every second, making you feel horrible
-you knew exactly where to find him and you were right, of course, you found him alone in his studio working on some new gut-wrenching love song that would stay in the deep depths of his laptop forever, as his coping mechanism
-despite having every right to be angry at you and not want to talk to you, he didn't ignore when he heard the door close knowing it was you, he put his headphones aside and was ready to talk it out with you, even if it meant gritting his teeth and taking the blame himself, he'd do anything for you
''...how did I know I'd find you here?'' you chuckled pathetically, in an attempt to clear the air between you two a little
''[name] I-''
''no, let me speak. I don't want you to apologise like you always do knowing you're not in the wrong, it's not fair. I was a total bitch and there was no need for me to say all that stupid stuff to you, especially about your work when I know how hard it is and how much you do. I'm not expecting your forgiveness or anything, but it's killing me that I just said such hurtful stuff to my one and only love when I shouldn't have-'' you choked up, suppressing tears as much as possible because you didn't want to somehow make it about yourself
