Stray Kids | Imagines

Dark Chocolate - Bang Chan

T/W: brief graphic scene (blood).

In this world there is a universe. In that universe there is space. In that space there is the sky. Underneath the sky lies planet Earth. On that planet there is life. Amongst that life is people. And among those people there is you.

In other worlds, the universe is a big, big place. Compared to it, you are nothing but a tiny spec. 

Yet why did it feel like your worries are so large? Why did it feel as though your problems were so important and not minor at all?

But you knew that those problems only concerned you. You knew that they were yours and yours only, no one else would care to hear them or help you deal with them. 

You were tired. Tired of dealing with all of these issues and tired of the hard surface you were lying on. Sitting up, you acknowledge the pain that aroused on the back of your head, the bench you were lying on no longer comfortable. 

The sun though, was something else. The rays of light it emitted were endless, engulfing the part of the world you are in like a large, warm hand. But it did not cover you with darkness. Rather it created this beautiful bright light that will eventually leave with it and come back the next day. 

Weirdly, you were thankful for the sun. It gave you hope. 

Lost in your thoughts, you vaguely remembered whether you put on sunscreen today or not, until your eyes caught sight of a familiar face.

God, if only he appeared more often in your thoughts than your stupid problems. 

Standing in all of his wide-shouldered glory, was the one and only Bang Chan. 

Lips pulled up into a smile, eyes crinkling and dimples showing clearly on his cheeks, Chan was talking to a couple of students whom you didn't recognize. 

Something about him was different. He was constantly shining. No matter how much the world changes or the time goes by, his spark was never dulled. 

He was ambitious. Everyone knew him for his dreams, his goals, his desires. Everyone knew he wanted to make the best out of his life. 

When you asked him why he was so determined to do so, his answer was simple. 

"Life is short and bound to end, why should I spend it doing nothing?" 

You couldn't help but think that answer suited him so much. He was a refreshing, cool breath of air from the reality of this world. He was warm but strong, cold but soft. He reminded you of the four seasons. He was nothing short of perfect to you. He intrigued you. 

Perhaps you had been staring at him a little too long, because suddenly his bright face lit up even brighter and his long arm was in the sky waving at you, calling you over. 

Naturally, you smiled, and did what any other normal person would do. 

You moved from your seat closer to Chan. Because he was like this huge, ball of energy that everyone happened to be attracted to when he was around. He was like a powerful magnet.

"What are you doing just sitting there on your own?" Chan's voice was clear in your ears, so familiar and soothing. It never failed to spread warmth throughout your body.

You noticed that the students he was talking to were no longer there. 

Sighing, you spoke. "I was just.. thinking."

Huffing, Chan crossed his arms across his broad chest. "Do you ever  stop thinking?"

You chuckled, frowning slightly. "Isn't that what everybody does? Thinking is normal Chan, stop trying to make me look like a weirdo."