Blame the Nargals

I'll be on a little hiatus from writing imagines since i have finales in 2 weeks. I'll still be posting some pictures or videos from time to time though.

I'm woojin, bear for short.

I'm leeknow, minho for short.

I'm hyunjin, jinnie for short.

I'm jisung, han for short.

I'm yongbok, felix for short.

I'm seungmin, minnie for short.

I'm jeongin, in for short.

You didn’t know how your friendship with him started; he was so intimidating with all the ink in his body, the fierce look and the buffed muscles made Changbin inapproachable, and the permanent cuts and bruises showed him as a troublemaker. You as well weren’t the most friendable person; you hated crowded placed and human interactions, you always preferred to spend most of your time at the abandoned skatepark just away from everyone.

“Come onnn, move that body” Felix said as he was dragging you to the center, “I can’t breathe, I need some fresh air” you shouted to Felix so he can hear through the loud music; it wasn’t unusual for him to throw parties like this and inviting you since you knew his bestfriend. “Every friend of my bestfriend is also my friend” Felix always said.

You found your way out and sat down on the stairs in front of his house… “Hey” you heard a deep raspy voice behind you before someone sat down next to you. “Hey Changbin” you answered without looking at him. You could recognize his voice anywhere as he always clicked something inside of you … “Want one?” asked as he held a pack of cigarettes in his hands… “Sure, thanks.” You grabbed one and placed it between your lips and leaned forward to Changbin so he could light it for you. It wasn’t his first time seeing you smoking yet you always managed to fascinate him; from the way you held the cigarette in your hand to the way the smoke formed while escaping your lips. You were an enigma to him. He never managed to break down the aura surrounding you; you looked like an angel to him or a dream that will never come true, as if he as reaching to something he can’t have.

“Wanna go to my place? I feel like you don’t want to be here anymore” Changbin said before standing up. “Your feelings are never wrong” you gave him a weak smile before standing up as well. A long walk, and few cigarettes later you arrived at his place. This was you first time seeing his apartment; it was huge and well-furnished in black with hints of red pieces here and there. You weren’t surprised by his luxurious apartment since you knew of his activities with the gangs; Changbin was a neutral party within them, pay him and he would do the job.

You let yourself dive into his black giant sofa while he went to the kitchen to grab some alcohol. “This is new...” you said pointing to the stitched cut in his arm, “a deal didn’t go as planned?” you added… “More or less, the most important thing is that I got my money out of it” he took a sip from his drink and giggled “you should see the other guy; I don’t think he will make it”. You let your fingers gently touch the cut and mumbled without looking into his eyes “you should be careful next time I don’t want you to get hurt”. Your words took him off guard. “Y/n… thanks for sticking around even after you knew what I do, you could’ve left me but instead you stayed my by side and didn’t judge me. I know I’m not the most perfect human being but with you I feel peace at least, you always managed to calm my thoughts and break the rage inside of me. Even if you don’t realize it, just by talking to you, you were able to save me from doing real stupid stuff” Changbin placed your and his drink on the couch table without breaking eye contact and took your hand between his. You could say that this was the alcohol talking, but not this time. “I like you y/n, I really do” that all what he took him for you to place your lips on his. The soft and gentle kiss turned into a heated make out session. Your heart was beating faster than it ever been, just like his. You two were finally showing your emotions and feeling for each other, it’s been eating him alive. He wanted you all for himself but he never dared telling you how he felt from the fear of losing you. And you, you finally realized how much he meant for you and how much you loved him.

Minho: what.

Jisung: I said-

Chan: your name

Chan: Do you think drinking 46 cans of redbull consecutively would make me write an entire album in one hour or i would just die

Your head is spinning, your vision is blurry and body is so heavy that you can’t even support your own weight. You feel a strong arm around your waist helping you standing on your feet, you couldn’t see the face, but you knew who he was, the familiar scent and the security feeling can only be from him; your bestfriend Woojin. He puts you in his car and drives back to your place; he had the keys to your apartment since the time he had to break the door open after he couldn’t reach you, but only to find you unconscious on the floor nearly dying from alcohol intoxication, it had become a habit for him to fetch you out from your drinking spot almost every day and make sure you’re okay… The sun hit your face and you hardly managed to open your eyes, you examined your surroundings and realized that you’re in your room, you turned your head to the side and there you saw him; Woojin was sitting in the chair next to your bed, elbows resting on his knees and sadness look on his face. He hands you a glass of water without saying a single word and leaves the room, shortly after you followed him, he was in the kitchen cooking something. You stood there for a moment, you knew he saw you but he kept his silence, Woojin placed a bowl of soup in front of you and headed over to the living room, he sat in the couch avoiding looking in your eyes the whole time… “Are you gonna keep that attitude?” you said angrily, he sighed and walked up to you, grabbed your arm and looked directly into your eyes. “You promised me last time that you won’t be drinking again and yet here you are, why you’re keep poisoning your body and mind, I can’t live with the fear of something happening to you each time you don’t pick up..” he let from your arm and said with a soft voice “ it’s been 2 years now, you should stop”. Tears started forming in your eyes at his words, you pushed him and shouted;

“You don’t know what you’re talking about so keep it shut and mind your own business”

“I do, I do know how it feels, losing someone you love, I do know that. I also lost my sister that day and you don’t see me chugging alcohol all day” he shouted back.