Wild thoughts | Stray Kids Imagines

Lazy mornings | Bang Chan

Author's note: I'm back home from vacation and it's seriously freezing here. It was like 35 degrees every day and I just came home to 14 degrees😭 anyway, I have more time again now!!

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The early morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. You were nestled comfortably in the warmth of your bed, still half-asleep but aware of the familiar presence beside you. Chan's arm was draped over your waist, his body pressed closely against yours as if he were afraid you might slip away.

You blinked your eyes open, feeling the tug of your morning routine at the back of your mind. Today was supposed to be an early start—get up, go to the gym, and kick off the day with a good workout. But as you began to shift, ready to quietly extract yourself from Chan's embrace, his grip on you tightened.

"No," Chan mumbled into your shoulder, his voice thick with sleep. "Don't go."

You paused, smiling softly to yourself. His voice had that endearing, groggy whine that you couldn't help but find adorable. "Chan, I need to get up. I promised myself I'd go to the gym this morning."

But Chan wasn't having it. He pulled you closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "Stay," he pleaded, his voice muffled against your skin. "Just a little longer... please?"

You could feel his lips brush against your neck as he spoke, sending a shiver down your spine. It was hard to resist him when he was like this—soft, needy, and impossibly cute.

"Chan, I—" you started, but he cut you off with a low, desperate groan.

"Please, Y/N," he murmured, his voice tinged with a pout. "Don't leave me alone in this big, cold bed."

His words tugged at your heart, and you felt your resolve weakening. You knew he was being dramatic, but it was the kind of drama you loved—Chan rarely let himself be this vulnerable, and when he did, it was impossible to say no.

You sighed, trying to stay firm. "I'll only be gone for an hour, maybe less. You can go back to sleep, and I'll be back before you know it."

But Chan shook his head against your neck, his arms wrapping more securely around you as if to physically hold you in place. "No. I don't want you to go. I need you here."

His words were so sincere, so filled with raw need, that you felt your heart flutter. It wasn't just about the warmth or the comfort—Chan genuinely wanted you to stay with him, to keep him close.

You sighed again, this time in defeat, and turned in his arms so you could face him. His eyes were still half-closed, but there was a pleading look in them that melted you completely.

"Alright," you whispered, brushing a few strands of hair away from his face. "I'll stay."

A wide, sleepy smile spread across his face, and he immediately pulled you into a tighter embrace, as if afraid you might change your mind. "Thank you," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "You're the best."

You couldn't help but laugh softly, resting your head against his chest. "You're so spoiled, you know that?"

Chan let out a contented hum, his hand lazily running up and down your back. "Only when it comes to you."

You shook your head with a smile, but you couldn't deny that you loved this side of him—the side that was open and vulnerable, the side that wasn't afraid to ask for what he wanted.

The minutes passed in comfortable silence, the only sounds being the rustle of the sheets and Chan's steady breathing. His hands roamed gently over your back, not with any intention other than to keep you close and remind you that he was there.

"Isn't this better than going to the gym?" he asked after a while, his voice a soft murmur in your ear.

You chuckled, closing your eyes as you snuggled deeper into his chest. "I suppose it has its perks."

He smiled, his lips brushing the top of your head. "I'd say so. Plus, I missed you. I don't get to see you enough as it is."

There was a note of sadness in his voice, and it made your heart ache a little. You knew how busy his schedule was, and how rare these quiet moments together had become. The last thing you wanted to do was waste them.

"I missed you too," you whispered, reaching up to cup his cheek. "I'm sorry I almost left."

Chan shook his head, leaning into your touch. "Don't be sorry. Just... stay with me. Please?"

There was that word again—please. And the way he said it, so soft and earnest, made you feel like you were the most important person in the world to him.

You smiled, tilting your head up to press a gentle kiss to his lips. "Okay, Channie. I'll stay."

His eyes lit up with happiness, and he kissed you back, slow and sweet. "Thank you," he murmured against your lips.

The two of you settled back into the bed, the morning slipping away as you lost yourselves in the warmth and comfort of each other. Chan was still holding you close, as if he couldn't bear to let go, and you couldn't help but feel a swell of affection for him.

As the hours passed, Chan remained clingy, his touches and kisses gentle but insistent. Every time you even thought about getting up, he would whine softly, pulling you back into his arms and mumbling something about needing you there.

You found it endearing, how he wasn't afraid to be a little selfish when it came to you. It was a side of him that not many people got to see, and you felt lucky to be the one he shared it with.

Eventually, the morning turned into afternoon, and the sun climbed higher in the sky. But even then, neither of you was in any hurry to leave the comfort of the bed.

"Are you hungry?" Chan asked after a while, his voice still soft and sleepy.

You nodded, though you made no move to get up. "A little. But I'm also too comfortable to move."

Chan chuckled, his arms still securely wrapped around you. "I feel the same way. But we should probably eat something."

You sighed, your fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. "We should. But that means getting up."

He groaned dramatically, his head falling back against the pillow. "Why does getting up have to be so hard?"

You laughed, leaning up to kiss the tip of his nose. "Because you've turned into a human koala, that's why."

He grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, if I'm a koala, then that makes you my favorite tree."

You rolled your eyes playfully, but you couldn't help the fond smile that spread across your face. "You're ridiculous."

"But you love me anyway," he replied, his voice a teasing sing-song.

You kissed him again, slow and lingering, before resting your forehead against his. "Yeah, I do."

Chan's smile softened, and he squeezed you a little tighter. "I love you too. So much."

The warmth in his voice, the sincerity of his words, made your heart flutter. You kissed him once more, letting the love you felt for him pour into the kiss.

When you finally pulled away, you sighed in contentment, snuggling back into his chest. "I guess the gym can wait another day."

Chan's smile was wide and triumphant as he pulled the covers up around you both, settling back into the warmth of the bed. "That's what I like to hear."

And so, you stayed in bed, wrapped up in each other and the love you shared. The world outside could wait—the only thing that mattered right now was the two of you, together, in your little bubble of warmth and happiness... and maybe some takeout.