Wild thoughts | Stray Kids Imagines

You were hanging out at the dorm with the boys, a typical evening of banter and chaos. The TV was on, blaring some variety show, but you weren't really paying attention. Your focus was on the youngest member of the band, Yang Jeongin, who was sprawled out on the couch with a mischievous grin on his face. As the maknae, Jeongin had a unique place in the group dynamics, one that he exploited to no end.

"Hey, Y/N," Jeongin called out, catching your attention. "Can you grab me a soda from the fridge?"

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips. "Why don't you get it yourself, Jeongin?"

He pouted, batting his eyelashes in a way that he knew was disarming. "Because I'm the maknae. Maknae on top, remember?"

You sighed dramatically, but you were already on your feet. "I'm younger than you but fine, fine. One soda coming right up, your majesty."

"You're younger than me but you aren't in the band," Jeongin retorted with a playful smirk.

You rolled your eyes again but stood up anyway. As you made your way to the kitchen, you heard the other boys snickering. They all knew how Jeongin had you wrapped around his finger, and they loved to tease you about it. You didn't mind, though. There was something endearing about his playful demands.

When you returned with the soda, Jeongin accepted it with a triumphant smile. "See? You're the best, Y/N."

"Yeah, yeah," you muttered, trying to hide your own grin. "Don't let it go to your head."

But, of course, it did. Over the next few days, Jeongin's requests became more frequent and more absurd. "Y/N, can you pass me the remote?" even though it was right next to him. "Y/N, help me with my choreography," even though you both knew he had it down perfectly. "Y/N, can you cook my favorite dish for dinner?"

It was during one of these absurd requests that things took an unexpected turn. You were in the practice room, watching Jeongin go through his dance routine for the umpteenth time. "You're doing great, Jeongin. Do you really need my help?"

He paused, looking at you with a serious expression that caught you off guard. "Actually, Y/N, there is something I need your help with."

"What is it?" you asked, genuinely curious now.

Jeongin hesitated for a moment, his usual confident demeanor faltering. He took a deep breath, his eyes locked onto yours, and then, with an intensity you weren't expecting, he said, "Kiss me."

You blinked, completely taken aback. "What?"

"Kiss me," he repeated, his voice lower, more serious than you'd ever heard it before. "You've been doing everything else I ask. Just... do this one thing for me."

Your heart skipped a beat, the air between you suddenly charged with tension. "Jeongin, why...?"

"Because I like you, Y/N," he blurted out, his cheeks flushing a deep pink. "I've liked you for a while now, but I didn't know how to tell you. I thought if I kept you close, maybe you'd feel the same way. But I can't keep it to myself anymore. So, kiss me. I need to know if you feel it too."

You were stunned into silence, your thoughts racing as you processed his confession. This was the last thing you had expected from the boy who seemed to enjoy making your life just a little bit more difficult every day. But as you looked into his eyes, filled with uncertainty and hope, you realized that maybe, deep down, you had been waiting for this moment too.

Without a word, you stepped closer to him, your heart pounding in your chest. You could feel the heat radiating from his body as you leaned in, your lips hovering just inches from his. For a split second, you hesitated, nerves getting the better of you.

But then Jeongin closed the distance, his lips meeting yours in a soft, tentative kiss. The moment your lips touched, it was like everything else faded away—the room, the noise, the world outside. All that existed was the warmth of his kiss, the gentle pressure of his lips against yours, and the way your heart seemed to soar in your chest.

He kissed you again, this time with a bit more confidence, his hands finding their way to your waist, pulling you closer. You responded immediately, your arms wrapping around his neck, losing yourself in the moment. It was sweet, intense, and everything you hadn't realized you'd been longing for.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other as you tried to catch your breath. His eyes searched yours, still unsure, still hoping.

"Jeongin," you whispered, your voice soft but sure, "I do feel the same way. I've just been waiting for you to say something."

His eyes lit up with that infectious smile you loved so much. "Really?"

"Really," you confirmed, feeling a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the kiss and everything to do with him.

He grinned, a bit of the old mischief returning to his eyes. "So, does this mean you'll still get me that soda next time?"

You laughed, swatting him playfully on the arm. "Maybe. But don't think you can get away with those ridiculous demands anymore."

He pulled you into a hug, holding you close. "Deal. But remember, maknae on top."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the smile that spread across your face. "Yeah, yeah. Maknae on top."

From that day on, Jeongin's requests became a lot less absurd, but the affection behind them only grew. And as for you, well, you didn't mind being at his beck and call—especially when his demands were things like "Y/N, kiss me again," which you were more than happy to oblige. After all, who could resist the charm of the maknae on top?