Wild thoughts | Stray Kids Imagines

First Snow | Bang Chan

You've known Chan your entire life, growing up as best friends in Australia. From running through the neighborhood as kids to navigating the ups and downs of adolescence together, you've always been inseparable. He was the boy next door, the one who knew all your secrets and always had your back. Over the years, your friendship deepened, becoming a constant in your life, something that grounded you even when everything else seemed to change.

But when Chan moved to Korea to pursue his dreams, things shifted. The distance didn't change your friendship, but it added a layer of longing, a sense of something missing. Despite video calls and messages, it wasn't the same as having him by your side. So when he invited you to visit him in Korea, you didn't hesitate. It was a chance to be with your best friend again, to pick up right where you left off.

The moment you step off the plane, the cold air bites at your skin, a stark contrast to the warm, sunny days back in Australia. You've missed this, though—the feeling of being somewhere new, yet so familiar. The excitement bubbles up inside you as you look around, knowing Chan is somewhere in this very airport, waiting for you.

You spot him before he sees you, bundled up in a thick jacket with a beanie pulled low over his ears. The instant he catches sight of you, a bright smile lights up his face, and you can't help but rush toward him, your suitcase forgotten as you throw your arms around him.

"Y/N! It's so good to see you," Chan says, his voice filled with warmth as he wraps his arms around you, holding you tight.

You laugh, pulling back to look at him. "It's been too long, Channie."

The drive to his apartment is filled with chatter and laughter, both of you catching up on all the things that phone calls and video chats just can't capture. There's something comforting about being in his presence again, like slipping into a pair of well-worn shoes. It just fits.

As you settle into his apartment, you're immediately drawn to the large window in the living room. The city below is bustling with life, but what catches your eye are the tiny white flakes slowly starting to fall from the sky. You stare at them in disbelief, pressing your hands against the cold glass.

"Chan... is that snow?" you ask, your voice filled with awe.

He comes up behind you, his gaze following yours out the window. "Yeah, it's snowing," he says with a soft chuckle.

"I've never seen snow before," you whisper, your breath fogging up the glass.

Chan moves closer, gently wrapping his arms around you from behind. His warmth seeps into you as he rests his chin on your shoulder, both of you watching the snowflakes fall together. The world outside is transforming into a winter wonderland, and you can't tear your eyes away from the sight.

"It's so beautiful," you murmur, completely mesmerized by the scene.

Chan's voice is soft and tender in your ear. "Not as beautiful as you."

You turn your head slightly to look at him, your heart skipping a beat at the way he's gazing at you. His eyes are filled with a warmth that makes your cheeks flush, and for a moment, you forget about the cold entirely. He's looking at you like you're the only thing in the world that matters.

Time seems to stand still as you stay like that, wrapped up in each other, the snow falling silently outside. It's a peaceful, intimate moment that you never want to end.

Later, as the snow continues to pile up outside, the streets now covered in a thick blanket of white, Chan nudges you gently. "Let's go out and play in the snow."

You nod eagerly, your excitement returning full force. After bundling up in warm clothes, the two of you step out into the crisp, cold air. The snow crunches beneath your boots, and you can't help but laugh as you scoop up a handful, feeling the soft, powdery texture for the first time.

"I can't believe how cold it is!" you squeal, tossing a handful of snow at Chan.

He grins, dodging the snowball with ease. "Oh, it's on now!"

The two of you run around like kids, throwing snowballs and laughing as you chase each other through the snow-covered streets. It's exhilarating, the cold air nipping at your cheeks, your breath coming out in puffs of white as you try to catch each other. Chan is relentless, but you manage to get a few good hits in, pelting him with snow until he's laughing so hard he can barely throw back.

In the midst of your playful battle, you both slip on a patch of ice hidden beneath the snow. You yelp as you lose your footing, but before you can hit the ground, Chan's arms are around you, pulling you down with him. You both tumble into the snow, laughing as you land in a heap, the cold seeping through your clothes.

As you lie there, breathless from the laughter, you find yourself face to face with Chan. His smile is soft now, his laughter fading into a gentle chuckle. The snow continues to fall around you, landing on his cheeks and in his hair, and you can't help but think how perfect this moment is.

Without thinking, you reach up to brush the snowflakes from his face, your fingers lingering on his skin. Chan's eyes meet yours, and for a moment, everything else fades away. The cold, the snow, the city—it all disappears, leaving just the two of you.

Chan's gaze flickers to your lips, and your heart skips a beat as he leans in, closing the distance between you. His lips are soft and warm against yours, a stark contrast to the cold snow beneath you. The kiss is tender at first, but it quickly deepens, fueled by the unspoken feelings that have been building between you for so long.

You lose yourself in the kiss, your arms wrapping around him as he pulls you closer. The world around you seems to disappear entirely, leaving just the warmth of his embrace, the softness of his lips against yours. It's a kiss that feels like everything you've ever wanted, and you never want it to end.

When you pull apart, both of you are breathless, your foreheads resting together as you try to catch your breath. Chan smiles at you, his eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and tenderness.

"I think I've wanted to do that for a long time," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smile back, your heart swelling with happiness. "Me too."

As you lie there together in the snow, you can't help but feel like everything has changed. The snow, the kiss, the way Chan looks at you—it all feels like the beginning of something new, something beautiful. And as you walk back to the apartment, hand in hand, you know that this is a moment you'll never forget.