stray kids imagines

strawberries and cigarettes - lee minho

Minho gave you an annoyed look when he opened the door and saw you standing there

not that there never was a time in which you felt loved by him but ever since he broke up with you his attitude completely changed

now he almost made it look like he hated you

<what are you doing here?>

<I need to talk to you>

you look up at him with an emotionless expression

<you have five seconds to explain yourself before i slam this door in your face>

you scoff at his cold as ice voice. this is not the man you've spent the past 4 years of your life with but you've already spent enough time in the past weeks trying to think about what went wrong to worry about it now

<trust me when I say five seconds is not enough>

he didn't really want you to notice but it was obvious his expession softened and his voice went down a notch

<now you have 6 seconds before I throw you out, understood?>

you roll your eyes knowing it would take way more than that but you were not in the mood to point it out again

<I'm not going to say it in the hall, will you at least let me in?>

Minho sighed but still took a step to the side so he could let you in

<fine. but I won't go easy on you. I hope you didn't come just to apologize, I don't want to hear it>

<I have nothing to apologize for, you were the one who broke up with me without an explanation>

you mumbled passing by him entering his apartment

he closed the door and then turned to look at you with his arms crossed over his chest

<what explanation do you need?>

he is annoyed, clearly not wanting to explain himself as he was convinced that was why you came to pay him a visit today

<no explanation, I'm not here for that>

<you're here for what then?>

a clear answer was needed or he'll start to loose his patience soon. you took a deep breath finally telling him what he wanted to know so badly, almost desperately by now

<I'm pregnant>

his face grows cold and distant again. there is a long moment of shocked silence as you let him process he big information you just told him

his arms fall to his side aimlessly as he tries to find something to say. at the end the only thing that leaves pass his lips is

<what?>

<you heard me. and before the question even crosses your mind: yes it's yours>

his eyes narrow and his voice sounds even colder than usual

<how long have you known?>

<I found out yesterday>

<you're really sure it's mine?>

this quick exchange of sentences pissed you off even more so you just said

<I'm 6 weeks pregnant>

you were already 6 weeks into your pregnancy and you two broke up not much over a month ago. he was for sure the father

a million thoughts going through his head