Stray Kids Imagines (ON HOLD)

crestfallen ; lee minho

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i was in the mood for some Christmas angst  so why not? Anyways, play the song on top, Miracles in December by my loves, EXO or Spring Day by BTS if you have one in your library 💕

his point of view

genre: angst

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Memories.

The most painful recollections.

Bittersweet reminiscences.

They are like implacable stalkers, following me around all day, consuming every single second of me waking up and filling my thoughts with unnecessary stress.

Memories of her.

The girl of my dreams.

The most gorgeous girl I first met at school.

The girl that I defended from the bullies who were taking advantage of her purity, her innocence.

The kind girl who befriended me and stayed with me when everyone else left.

The girl who stayed true and didn't sugarcoat everything she said, the one who didn't fake her sincerity.

The one who stole my heart and became my first girlfriend.

(L/N) (Y/N).

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When she was by my side, I had done nothing but to treasure all the moments I had of her, with her. Whether it be good or bad, a success or a fail, happiness or grief, it was all stored in my memory, almost impossible to be erased. Like it was programmed by some sort of memory chip in my brain, and I was happy I had obtained that quality.

But now that she was gone, all those pictures were like a filmstrip brightening in color, tinting vivid and less dull as time passed by. I could remember every little detail about her; how her hair would be swept to one side by the wind, how she would toss and run a hand through her already messy yet soft hair, the way her eyes would light up like the rising of the sun everytime something good happened, the feeling of her arms around my figure, the angelic sound of her laughter, the feeling of her lips against mine.

I remembered the nights were she would come over to the practice room and we would dance along to some songs and rest, cuddling on the couch and eventually falling asleep, finding ourselves tangled into one another's arms in the morning. (Y/N) would always cling to me like the baby she had always been, looking cute and all that, making me blush furiously.

I recalled the feeling of our first kiss. It was more than everything I wished for; it was more magical. Our arms holding each other—it couldn't have been more perfect than anything else in the world.

And I remembered every kiss after that.

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Everything seemed special, from the day I asked her out to the final day that we were together. However, every good thing comes to an end, and every wave of happiness brings forth a wave of sadness. Like a spring day, our joy faded away.