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Imaginary friend.

words・ 4.9k /pairings・ I.N x reader / genres・fluff Happy birthday Innie~

Jeongin’s Perspective

The soft hum of the air conditioner filled the quiet room as Jeongin sat cross-legged on the floor of his childhood bedroom. It had been years since he’d had the chance to spend time here, his life now a whirlwind of rehearsals, performances, and interviews as a member of Stray Kids. But today, he was home—truly home—and the familiarity of the space brought a sense of calm he hadn’t realized he’d been missing.

Boxes were scattered around him, filled with old toys, schoolbooks, and memorabilia his mother had been urging him to sort through for years. With a sigh, he reached into one of the boxes and pulled out a worn, spiral-bound notebook. The cover was decorated with childish doodles—stars, hearts, and a name scrawled in bold, uneven letters: *Y/N*.

Jeongin’s breath hitched. He hadn’t thought about Y/N in years. Flipping through the pages, he was greeted by colorful drawings and messy handwriting. There were stories of adventures they’d gone on together, conversations they’d had, and even a detailed description of what Y/N looked like. Jeongin traced the lines of a drawing with his finger, a soft smile tugging at his lips. Y/N had been his constant companion during those lonely days when his older siblings were too busy to play and his parents were working late. She had been his confidant, his cheerleader, his friend.

But what struck him now was how *real* Y/N had felt. The journal described her laugh, her favorite color, even the way she’d tilt her head when she was thinking. It was as if Y/N had been a living, breathing person—not just a figment of his imagination.

Jeongin leaned back against the bed, the journal resting on his lap. “Where are you now, Y/N?” he murmured to himself, half-joking, half-wistful. The thought lingered in his mind as he closed the journal and set it aside, unaware of the chain of events he was about to set in motion.

Y/N’s Perspective

The grand piano stood center stage, its polished surface reflecting the warm glow of the concert hall lights. Y/N’s fingers danced across the keys, the final notes of Chopin’s *Nocturne in E-flat Major* lingering in the air like a whispered secret. The audience erupted into applause, but Y/N’s mind was already elsewhere. She had been feeling restless lately, as if something—or someone—was calling to her from the edges of her memory.

After the performance, Y/N returned to her hometown for a brief visit. Her parents’ house was a time capsule of her childhood, filled with trophies, sheet music, and the faint scent of nostalgia. While rummaging through an old box in the attic, she found a small, leather-bound diary. The cover was embossed with her name, the edges frayed with age.

Curious, Y/N opened the diary and began to read. The entries were written in the clumsy script of a child, filled with misspelled words and exaggerated emotions. But one name stood out, appearing again and again: *Jeongin*.

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. Jeongin had been her imaginary friend, the one who’d listened to her dreams of becoming a musician when no one else would. She remembered how Jeongin would sit beside her on the piano bench, humming along as she played. He had been so real to her—so *alive*.

As she flipped through the pages, she found a drawing of Jeongin. It was crude, as most childhood drawings are, but the details were unmistakable: his bright eyes, his warm smile, the way his hair fell just so. Y/N’s chest tightened with a strange mix of emotions. It was as if she were looking at a long-lost friend, someone she hadn’t realized she’d been missing.

“Jeongin,” Y/N whispered, the name feeling foreign yet familiar on her tongue. She closed the diary and held it close, a sense of determination settling over her. She didn’t know how or why, but she needed to find out if Jeongin was real.

The First Thread

That evening, Jeongin sat in his room, scrolling through his phone. On a whim, he decided to post a photo of the old journal on social media. He captioned it: *“Do you guys remember your imaginary friends? Mine was named Y/N, and she was the coolest. I wonder where she is now.”*

The post quickly gained traction, with fans and friends alike sharing their own stories of imaginary companions. Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, Y/N was scrolling through her feed when she stumbled upon Jeongin’s post. Her heart raced as she read the caption and saw the photo of the journal. It was too much of a coincidence to ignore.

With trembling fingers, Y/N sent a direct message to Jeongin: *“Hi, this might sound crazy, but… I think I was your imaginary friend. And you were mine.”*

Jeongin’s Perspective

Jeongin’s phone buzzed incessantly on the nightstand, the glow of the screen lighting up the dark room. He groaned, rolling over to check the notifications. His post about Y/N had blown up overnight, with thousands of likes, comments, and shares. Fans were sharing their own stories of imaginary friends, and the hashtag #MyImaginaryFriend was trending. He smiled, scrolling through the comments. It was heartwarming to see how many people could relate to his childhood memories.

But then, a direct message notification caught his eye. The username was unfamiliar, but the message made his heart stop:

*“Hi, this might sound crazy, but… I think I was your imaginary friend. And you were mine.”*

Jeongin sat up, his pulse quickening. He read the message again, then a third time, as if to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, unsure of how to respond. Was this some kind of prank? Or was it possible that Y/N—his Y/N—was real?

After a moment of hesitation, he typed back: *“This is… wild. Can you tell me more? What do you remember?”*

Y/N’s Perspective

Y/N stared at her phone, her heart pounding in her chest. She hadn’t expected Jeongin to respond so quickly—or at all, really. But there it was, a message from him, asking her to elaborate. She took a deep breath, her fingers trembling as she typed:

*“I found my old diary yesterday. It’s filled with stories about you—Jeongin. You were my imaginary friend when I was a kid. I used to talk to you about my dreams of becoming a musician. You’d sit with me while I practiced piano, and you always encouraged me. I even drew pictures of you. You had this smile… it’s hard to explain, but it felt so real.”*

She paused, then added: *“And then I saw your post. You described me exactly how I remember myself as a kid. My name, my personality… it’s all there. This can’t just be a coincidence, can it?”*

She hit send before she could second-guess herself, her stomach twisting with nerves. What if he thought she was crazy? What if this was all some big misunderstanding?

Jeongin’s Perspective

Jeongin’s eyes widened as he read Y/N’s message. His mind raced, trying to process what she was saying. It was one thing to have an imaginary friend as a child, but to have that friend turn out to be a real person—someone who had also imagined *him*—was beyond anything he could have imagined.

He typed back: *“This is insane. I have a journal filled with stories about you too. I even drew pictures of you. You had this laugh… it was so vivid. I used to talk to you about my dreams of becoming a singer. You were always so supportive. I can’t believe this is real.”*

He hesitated, then added: *“Do you think we could talk more? Maybe even… meet?”*

Y/N’s Perspective

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as she read Jeongin’s reply. He wanted to meet her. The thought was equal parts thrilling and terrifying. She glanced at her calendar—she had a concert in Seoul next month. It was perfect timing.

She typed back: *“I’m actually performing in Seoul next month. Maybe we could meet then? If you’re free, of course.”*

She held her breath, waiting for his response.

Jeongin’s Perspective

Jeongin’s heart leapt at Y/N’s message. Seoul? She was coming to Seoul? He quickly checked his schedule. Stray Kids had a few days off around that time. It was meant to be.

*“I’ll be there,”* he replied, a smile spreading across his face. *“I can’t wait to meet you, Y/N.”*

The Countdown Begins

Over the next few weeks, Jeongin and Y/N exchanged messages almost daily. They shared stories from their childhoods, compared their memories, and marveled at the uncanny similarities. It was as if they had been living parallel lives, connected by an invisible thread.

Jeongin found himself looking forward to their conversations more than he cared to admit. There was something about Y/N that felt familiar, comforting, like coming home after a long journey. And Y/N felt the same way. Talking to Jeongin was like rediscovering a part of herself she hadn’t realized she’d lost.

As the day of their meeting approached, both of them felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. What would it be like to finally meet the person who had been such a big part of their childhood? Would the connection they felt through messages translate to real life?

Jeongin’s Perspective

Jeongin stood backstage at the Seoul Arts Center, clutching a bouquet of white lilies—Y/N’s favorite flowers, according to his childhood journal. His heart raced as he waited for her performance to begin. He had never been this nervous before, not even during Stray Kids’ biggest concerts. But this was different. This wasn’t just about meeting a fan or a fellow artist. This was about meeting someone who had been a part of his life in ways he couldn’t fully explain.

The lights dimmed, and the audience fell silent. Jeongin peeked through the curtain, his eyes immediately drawn to the grand piano at the center of the stage. And there she was—Y/N. She walked out with grace and confidence, her presence commanding the room. She wore a flowing black gown that shimmered under the stage lights, and her hair was swept into an elegant updo. She looked every bit the world-class musician she was.

As she sat at the piano and began to play, Jeongin felt as if the world had stopped. Her fingers moved effortlessly across the keys, the music swelling and filling the hall with emotion. He recognized the piece—it was one she had mentioned in their messages, a composition she had written during a particularly difficult time in her life. Listening to it now, he felt as if he were hearing her soul.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her. There was something about the way she played, the way she lost herself in the music, that felt familiar. It was as if he were seeing a part of himself reflected in her. The realization hit him like a wave: this was the girl he had imagined all those years ago. She was real, and she was even more incredible than he had ever dreamed.

Y/N’s Perspective

Y/N took a deep breath as she stepped onto the stage, the weight of the moment settling over her. She had performed in countless concerts before, but this one felt different. She knew Jeongin was here, somewhere in the audience, and the thought made her heart race. She had spent weeks imagining what it would be like to finally meet him, and now the moment was here.

As she began to play, she let the music carry her away. The piece she had chosen was deeply personal, a reflection of her journey as a musician and as a person. She poured her heart into every note, hoping that Jeongin would understand—that he would feel the connection between them, just as she did.

When she finished, the audience erupted into applause. She stood and bowed, her eyes scanning the crowd. And then she saw him. He was standing near the back, holding a bouquet of white lilies. Her breath caught in her throat. It was really him. Jeongin.

After the concert, Y/N made her way backstage, her heart pounding. She had barely stepped into the green room when she saw him—Jeongin, standing there with the bouquet in his hands. He looked just as nervous as she felt.

“Hi,” he said, his voice soft but steady. “You were amazing.”

Y/N smiled, her cheeks flushing. “Thank you. And thank you for coming.”

There was a moment of silence as they stood there, taking each other in. It was surreal, seeing each other in person after all these years. And yet, it felt so natural, as if they had known each other forever.

Jeongin held out the bouquet. “These are for you. White lilies, right? Your favorite.”

Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise. “You remembered?”

He nodded, a shy smile tugging at his lips. “How could I forget? You told me when we were kids.”

She took the flowers, her heart swelling with emotion. “Thank you. They’re beautiful.”

They sat down together, the bouquet resting between them. The conversation flowed easily, as if they were picking up where they had left off all those years ago. They talked about their childhoods, their careers, and the strange twist of fate that had brought them together.

“It’s crazy, isn’t it?” Y/N said, her voice filled with wonder. “All this time, I thought you were just a figment of my imagination. But you were real. You were always real.”

Jeongin nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. “I feel the same way. It’s like… we were meant to find each other.”

There was a pause, and then Y/N reached into her bag and pulled out her old diary. She opened it to a page with a drawing of Jeongin and handed it to him. “This is how I remember you,” she said softly.

Jeongin took the diary, his eyes widening as he saw the drawing. It was him—his smile, his eyes, even the way he used to tilt his head when he was thinking. “This is incredible,” he whispered. “It’s like you saw me before you even knew me.”

Y/N’s Perspective

Y/N sat in her apartment, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the edges of her old diary. It had been a couple of months since her concert in Seoul and her unforgettable meeting with Jeongin. Since then, they had kept in touch almost daily, their conversations flowing effortlessly through texts, calls, and video chats. It felt like they were making up for lost time, sharing stories, dreams, and even the mundane details of their lives.

One evening, as she scrolled through her schedule for the upcoming months, her eyes landed on a notification from her orchestra’s management team. They had finalized the tour dates for their next series of performances. Y/N’s heart skipped a beat as she read the list of cities: New York, Paris, Tokyo, and… Seoul again. But what caught her attention even more was the timing. Stray Kids had just announced their world tour dates, and their stops overlapped with hers in several cities.

Her fingers trembled as she opened Jeongin’s chat. *“Guess what? My orchestra’s tour dates just came out, and it looks like we’ll be in some of the same cities as Stray Kids. New York, Paris, Tokyo… and Seoul, of course.”*

Jeongin’s reply came almost instantly: *“No way! That’s amazing! We’ll finally get to see each other again. I can’t wait.”*

Y/N smiled, her heart fluttering at his enthusiasm. The thought of seeing him again filled her with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Their first meeting had been magical, but this felt different. It felt like the start of something more.

Jeongin’s Perspective

Jeongin couldn’t stop smiling as he read Y/N’s message. The idea of seeing her again—multiple times, no less—made his heart race. He had been thinking about her a lot lately, more than he cared to admit. There was something about her that felt like home, a connection that went beyond their shared childhood memories.

He quickly pulled up Stray Kids’ tour schedule and compared it to the dates Y/N had sent. Sure enough, their paths would cross in New York, Paris, and Tokyo. He couldn’t believe their luck. It was as if the universe was conspiring to bring them together.

*“This is perfect,”* he typed back. *“I’ll make sure to get you tickets to our shows. And maybe… we can hang out after? If you’re not too busy, of course.”*

Y/N’s reply was immediate: *“I’d love that. It’s a date.”*

Jeongin’s cheeks flushed at her choice of words. Was it a date? He wasn’t sure, but the thought made his stomach do somersaults.

New York: The First Stop

The first overlap was in New York. Y/N’s orchestra was performing at Carnegie Hall, while Stray Kids had a sold-out show at Madison Square Garden. Jeongin managed to secure front-row tickets for Y/N and even arranged for her to meet the rest of the members backstage.

Jeongin’s Perspective

Jeongin sat in the green room of Madison Square Garden, scrolling through his messages with Y/N. The rest of Stray Kids were scattered around the room, some chatting, others resting before the show. Hyunjin, ever the observant one, noticed Jeongin’s constant smiling at his phone and nudged him playfully.

“Who’s got you grinning like that, Jeongin-ah?” Hyunjin teased. “Is it Y/N again?”

Jeongin’s cheeks flushed, but he couldn’t hide his smile. “Yeah, it’s her. She’s coming to the show tonight.”

The mention of Y/N caught the attention of the other members. Chan, who had been stretching nearby, turned to Jeongin with a curious look. “Wait, the Y/N? The one from your childhood?”

Jeongin nodded, his excitement bubbling over. “Yeah, she’s in New York for her orchestra performance. I got her tickets to our show.”

Felix leaned forward, his eyes wide with interest. “So, what’s she like? Is she as cool as you remember?”

Jeongin’s face lit up as he described her. “She’s amazing. She’s a pianist, and she’s so talented. When she plays, it’s like… the whole world stops. And she’s kind and funny, and—” He paused, realizing he was rambling. “I don’t know, it’s just crazy how real she is.”

Changbin smirked, crossing his arms. “Sounds like someone’s got a crush.”

Jeongin’s face turned red, and he quickly shook his head. “It’s not like that! I mean… it’s just… she’s special, you know?”

The members exchanged knowing glances, their teasing smiles making Jeongin even more flustered. Seungmin, ever the voice of reason, chimed in. “It’s cool that you two reconnected. Not many people get to meet their imaginary friends in real life.”

Jeongin laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, it’s pretty wild. I still can’t believe it sometimes.”

After the concert, the members gathered backstage, still buzzing from the energy of the performance. Jeongin was visibly excited, pacing back and forth as he waited for Y/N to arrive. When she finally appeared, escorted by a staff member, the members couldn’t help but notice how Jeongin’s entire demeanor changed.

“Y/N!” he greeted her warmly, pulling her into a quick hug. “You made it!”

Y/N smiled, her eyes sparkling. “Of course! You were incredible out there. I couldn’t stop cheering.”

Jeongin introduced her to the members, who greeted her with friendly curiosity. “So, you’re the famous Y/N,” Han said with a grin. “Jeongin’s been talking about you nonstop.”

Y/N laughed, glancing at Jeongin. “All good things, I hope?”

“Only the best,” Jeongin assured her, his cheeks turning pink.

The members quickly warmed up to Y/N, asking her about her music and her performances. They were impressed by her talent and charisma, and it was clear why Jeongin had been so captivated by her. As the night went on, the group dynamic felt natural, as if Y/N had always been a part of their circle.

Paris: A Night to Remember

In Paris, Y/N’s orchestra performed at the Philharmonie, and Stray Kids had a show at Accor Arena. This time, Jeongin insisted on attending Y/N’s concert. He sat in the audience, mesmerized as she played. There was something about watching her perform that felt intimate, as if he were seeing a side of her that no one else could.

After the show, they met at a quiet café near the Seine. The city was alive with lights and laughter, and the atmosphere was perfect. They talked for hours, sharing stories and dreams, their connection growing stronger with every passing moment.

As they walked along the river, Jeongin hesitated for a moment before taking Y/N’s hand. She didn’t pull away, and they continued walking in comfortable silence, the city’s magic wrapping around them.

Jeongin and Y/N’s bond continued to grow. After attending her orchestra performance, Jeongin couldn’t stop gushing about her to the members. “She’s just… incredible,” he said, his voice filled with admiration. “The way she plays, the way she connects with the audience—it’s like she’s telling a story with every note.”

Hyunjin raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on his lips. “You’re really into her, aren’t you?”

Jeongin hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah, I think I am. It’s just… she feels like home, you know? Like we’ve known each other forever.”

Chan patted Jeongin on the back, his expression supportive. “That’s rare, Jeongin-ah. If she makes you happy, then go for it.”

Tokyo: A Turning Point

In Tokyo, their schedules were packed, but they managed to steal a few moments together. After Stray Kids’ show, Jeongin surprised Y/N with a visit to a quiet park known for its cherry blossoms. The trees were in full bloom, their petals falling like snow around them.

“This is beautiful,” Y/N said, her voice filled with awe.

Jeongin nodded, his eyes on her. “Not as beautiful as you.”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed, and she looked at him, her heart pounding. There was something in his gaze that made her breath catch. Before she could say anything, Jeongin spoke again.

“Y/N, I know this might sound crazy, but… I feel like you’ve always been a part of my life. Even when we were kids, even when we didn’t know each other. And now that we’ve found each other, I don’t want to let you go.”

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears. “I feel the same way,” she whispered. “It’s like… we were meant to find each other.”

Jeongin reached for her hand, his touch warm and reassuring. “Then let’s not waste any more time. Let’s see where this takes us.”

After their quiet moment under the cherry blossoms, Jeongin returned to the hotel to find the members waiting for him. They took one look at his dazed expression and knew something had happened.

“Spill it,” Felix said, leaning forward. “What happened with Y/N?”

Jeongin sat down, a soft smile on his face. “We talked. Like, really talked. And I told her how I feel.”

The members exchanged excited glances. “And?” Han prompted.

“She feels the same way,” Jeongin admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s like… we’re finally on the same page.”

The room erupted in cheers and congratulations, the members clapping Jeongin on the back and teasing him good-naturedly. “Our Jeongin’s all grown up,” Changbin said, pretending to wipe away a tear.

Jeongin laughed, shaking his head. “It’s not like that yet. We’re just… taking it one step at a time.”

Jeongin’s Perspective

The world tour continued, and with each city, Jeongin and Y/N’s connection grew stronger. Their meetings became the highlight of his hectic schedule, a quiet refuge amidst the chaos of performances, interviews, and travel. The members of Stray Kids noticed the change in him—he was happier, more relaxed, and even more focused on stage. They teased him relentlessly, of course, but it was all in good fun. They could see how much Y/N meant to him.

In London, after another electrifying show, Jeongin found himself backstage, scrolling through photos from the night. One in particular caught his eye: a candid shot of Y/N in the audience, her face lit up with joy as she watched him perform. He couldn’t help but smile. She had become such an important part of his life, and he couldn’t imagine going back to how things were before.

“Jeongin-ah,” Chan called, snapping him out of his thoughts. “We’re heading out for dinner. You coming?”

Jeongin hesitated. He had promised to meet Y/N after the show, but he didn’t want to leave the members hanging. Before he could respond, Hyunjin chimed in. “Why don’t you invite Y/N? We’d love to hang out with her again.”

Jeongin’s eyes lit up. “Really? You wouldn’t mind?”

“Of course not,” Felix said with a grin. “She’s basically one of us now.”

Y/N’s Perspective

Y/N was waiting outside the venue when Jeongin texted her: *“The guys want to have dinner with us. You in?”*

She smiled, her heart warming at the thought. She had grown fond of the Stray Kids members during their brief interactions, and the idea of spending more time with them—and Jeongin—was too good to pass up. *“I’d love to,”* she replied.

When she arrived at the restaurant, the members greeted her with their usual warmth and humor. “Y/N!” Han exclaimed, pulling out a chair for her. “Sit here. We need to hear more about how Jeongin was as a kid.”

Jeongin groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Please don’t.”

Y/N laughed, sitting down. “Well, he was always very supportive. Even as an imaginary friend, he believed in me more than anyone else.”

The members cooed in unison, teasing Jeongin mercilessly. “Aww, our Jeongin’s a softie,” Changbin said, ruffling Jeongin’s hair.

As the night went on, the conversation flowed effortlessly. Y/N felt completely at ease with the group, as if she had known them for years. Jeongin watched her with a soft smile, his heart swelling with pride. She fit in so perfectly, and he couldn’t have been happier.

After dinner, Jeongin and Y/N decided to take a walk through the city. The streets of London were quiet, the cool night air a welcome contrast to the lively atmosphere of the restaurant. They walked side by side, their hands occasionally brushing, neither of them daring to bridge the gap just yet.

“I had a great time tonight,” Y/N said, breaking the silence. “Your members are amazing.”

Jeongin nodded, his hands tucked into his pockets. “They really like you. I think they might even like you more than me.”

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “That’s not possible. You’re their Jeongin.”

He smiled, his heart skipping a beat at her words. There was something about the way she said his name that made him feel… special. Like he was the only person in the world that mattered to her.

They stopped at a small park, the moonlight casting a soft glow over the trees. Jeongin turned to Y/N, his expression serious. “Y/N, I… I need to tell you something.”

She looked at him, her eyes wide with curiosity. “What is it?”

He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. “I know this might sound crazy, but… I think I’m falling for you. And I don’t want to pretend like I’m not. You mean so much to me, and I don’t want to lose you.”

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. She had been feeling the same way but hadn’t dared to say it out loud. “Jeongin,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I feel the same way. You’ve always been a part of me, even when we were kids. And now… I don’t want to let you go either.”

Jeongin reached for her hand, his touch warm and reassuring. “Can I kiss you?.”

Y/N nodded, her eyes filling with tears.

They stood there for a moment, the world around them fading away. And then, slowly, Jeongin leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a gentle, tentative kiss. It was soft and sweet, a perfect reflection of the bond they shared. Y/N’s hands found their way to his shoulders, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened. It was a moment of pure connection, a silent promise of everything they meant to each other.

When they finally pulled away, Jeongin rested his forehead against hers, his breath mingling with hers. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with emotion. “Me too.”

As they walked back to the hotel, Y/N glanced at Jeongin with a playful smile. “You know, I think I need a special name for you. Something that’s just mine.”

Jeongin raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? What did you have in mind?”

She thought for a moment, then grinned. “How about ‘Innie’? It’s cute, just like you.”

Jeongin laughed, his cheeks turning pink. “Innie, huh? I like it. But only if I get to call you something special too.”

Y/N tilted her head, curious. “What did you have in mind?”

He smiled softly, his eyes warm. “How about ‘Nari’? It means lily, like the flowers you love so much.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered at the sweetness of the name. “Nari,” she repeated, testing it out. “I love it.”

Jeongin squeezed her hand, his smile widening. “Then it’s settled. You’re my Nari, and I’m your Innie.”

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