The title says it all. Literally. The title tells you exactly what this is. stop reading this description. mate stop. mate please, I don't want to keep typing this........you're still reading it...
Okay, now that my mental breakdown has passed these...
Group: The BOYZ Members: Kevin Moon, Lee Jaehyun, Kim Sunwoo, and Sohn Youngjae Plot: Some Select Mini Imagines
Before I start, I do wanna say that I was heavily inspired to do this because of something I read.... I tried to find it again to give credit, but I couldn't. I really couldn't find it and it bummed me the heck out cuz it was so good; the writer was on another level of talent.... but I couldn't freaking find it. I am going to keep looking tho. If I find it, I'll post about it on my conversations board. Or if I figure out the writer's @, I'll just edit this and throw it in.......
Okay....since we're done with that little tid-bit, here's the imagine~
Kevin:
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You woke up pissed, your boyfriend, Kevin, was tired and you didn't give a damn. Of course, he was being a bit of an ass in retaliation. He had started making a cup of coffee and you straight up yelled from the bathroom, "Turn that off! It's fucking annoying!"
He yelled back to you "Can you not?! I mean, really! You don't have to act like a bitch! My coffee's almost done anyways!". You told him to fuck off and he told you to shut up. When you finished in the bathroom you grabbed his cup of coffee right from the machine and drank it for yourself. "God fucking dammit, Y/N." he cursed under his breath, then ignored your petty ass for about five minutes.
You weren't in such a bad mood anymore, but you were still mad at him. Something happened and he ended up staring daggers at you. You rolled your eyes and glared right back at him. "What the hell is your problem?", he asked. "You're asking me what my problem is?", you scoffed. "God, do you have to act like that? What the fuck did I do?!"
"If you don't know then it doesn't matter.", you grumbled. He slammed his hand on counter. "You're being an ass!", Kevin told you. You stood up and walked to the door before grabbing his coat. He narrowed his eyes at you. "The hell are you doing?", he questioned as he stood up straight. "Get the fuck out.", you demanded. He scoffed and crossed his arms. "I'm serious, Kevin! I'm sick of doing this! Take this and fucking leave!", you yelled, picking up a piece of fruit from the basket on the table. He walked to the door, his blood boiling.
You wanted him out and so you did what any normal pissed girlfriend would do. You threw the fruit. It missed him and hit the wall. He turned to look at you with a glare. "Are you fucking serious?!"
"Get out, Kevin!", you screamed, picking up an apple. He rolled his eyes and turned back around, about to leave, you picked up more various fruits and proceeded to just throw them. On his way out, an apple hit him smack dab in the back of the head. Just before he slammed the door shut.
When Kevin came home after being gone all day and threw his keys on the counter, you jumped off of the couch and ran up to him. "Where were you?", you had put your hands on your hips. "You told me to leave, so I left, why do you care?", he spat as he walked past you. He was kinda right though. You had told him to get the hell out...and threw an apple at his head for good measure...
