Stray Kids Imagines

Reuniting with your childhood best friend who left you - Minho

"Minhoo!" You ran towards the eleven-year-old boy in the grass field, sitting with his arms propping him up from behind as he watched you. "Stay still, I want to do something."

He obliged without a word. Kneeling down beside him, you carefully tucked the light pink flower behind his ear and backed away to see how he looked.

A smile formed on your lips.

"You're so pretty."

To this, you noticed his ears blush, making him even cuter.

"Ah, really?" His voice came out shaky despite trying to seem unbothered by the compliment.

"Mhm. Prettier than any person I've seen before. I can't help but stare sometimes," you giggled.

"You're just saying that because we're friends..."

"Nuh uh, I mean it! When you grow up, you're going to be the best-looking man in the world—oh, definitely. Every girl would want to date you."

Minho looked into your sparkling eyes  filled with pure honesty and innocence. It made his heart flutter. To him, you were more stunning: with your hair flowing in the wind softly and that adorable, childish smile of yours, he felt exactly the same about you.

"Every girl?" He repeated. "Then, would you date me?"

The question made you pause, surprised for a second, but it didn't last long because the answer was very simple.

"Of course! I like you, after all."

"You—you do? As in, like, a friend way?" he hesitantly asked.

You shook your head. "No, silly. I like you in the way where I want to be with you until forever becomes no more. I want to hold your hand without having to worry, I want to hug you whenever you feel sad, or happy, or if you just need it, and I want to do lots of fun things like walking along the beach bare-footed, and watching the sunset until it gets very dark. I sort of... love you. A lot."

Minho looked at you with shock. How could you express your feelings so easily? He could never. But now that you've said it, keeping quiet was the last thing he should do.

"You're so bright and cheerful, it makes me wonder if you're ever afraid of anything... Yet, I'm scared just imagining of telling you that I—that I love you a lot too. Actually, wait, what is love? Isn't it impossible for us to understand as kids?"

You thought about it, then shrugged.

"Sure, love is confusing. We haven't been taught what is and isn't love, or how it happens. But my heart feels a certain a way when the person I think I love is around—you. It jumps around, and stops, then continues to do flips for miles. You make me happy, so isn't that a sign that I feel something special towards you? You're right though, we may not understand quite clearly right now, except that doesn't mean we won't learn what it is when we grow up. We just have to do this together!"

He stared at your pinky which was held out towards him, signalling that you wanted him to lock his with yours—if he was willing to, of course. One deep breath, and he connected the two small fingers, raising his thumb high up.