Stray Kids || one shots ✔

Pink Hair || Chan

Late??? But MERRY CHRISTMAS (ᅌᴗᅌ* )❤🎄

Random pointless fluff uwu
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One weekend, (y/n) decided to leave college and visit her parents for a couple of days. She woke up early and got ready before going to the train station. The train arrived after some time and she got onto it and sat down her seat which, thankfully, was next to the window.

The doors were about to close as she took out the earphones from her bag, then she heard someone screaming, and looked to see a guy barely making it into the train before the doors closed shut, and he just sat there on the ground to catch his breath. "Oh god, I should've gave up. That was so dangerous." He mumbled to himself, smiling while panting.

(Y/n) felt her world freeze, as if time just stopped. It was as if she watched the scene in slow motion, as the boy ran a hand through his messy pink hair in a very attractive way, further dishevelling it. He looked like a foreigner, with that very pale skin of his and bright blue eyes. 'Just hair dye and contacts, stupid. But I never thought a man could look that hot in pink hair...' She thought as she stared at him, her gaze slowly going down to his heaving chest. He was well built.

(Y/n) quickly shook her head and averted her gaze back to her phone.

He stood up and fished for his ticket from his pocket. "sixty two... sixty two...." He mumbled to himself as he looked for his seat, and (y/n) froze when she realized that her seat number was 61.

She quickly put on her earphones and rested her chin on her palm, acting as if she's looking out the window. No song was playing, but her instinct just told her to act as if she's listening to something. Maybe to look cool? Maybe to have an excuse to ignore him instead of being too shy?

"Found it." He grinned and sat down, before looking at (y/n). "Hello."

She tensed, yet didn't move. Faking not-hearing him gave her extra time to think about what she's supposed to say to start a conversation.

He waited a moment with a smile, before tilting his head to the side, "Why won't you answer me? You could've at least nodded."

Afraid he was upset, she turned to him and pulled out her earphones, "Sorry, I didn't hear you--"

"But you did." He smirked.

"Wha-- How did you- I mean, no. No I didn't." She furrowed her eyebrows, offended even though he wasn't wrong.

"I felt you slightly jump when I said hi, and your face tensed as well, since I could see the reflection on the window. Oh, also your phone screen is on and I can clearly see there's no music playing. Or should I mention how you were staring at me earlier?" He wiggled his eyebrows, and (y/n) groaned.

"Why do you have to notice everything?" She huffed, crossing her arms. "Well, yes I was staring at you back there and yes I heard you yet I pretended not to."

"Impressive. Not all people admit to their mistakes."

"Mistakes--!?" (Y/n) snapped, but the guy smiled and offered a hand.

"I'm Chan."

She raised an eyebrow, averting her gaze from his face to his hand, then back to his face. She stared at him for a while before sighing, "Look, I know you're handsome and all. But you're still stranger sitting next to me on the train and I don't fancy making friends with a random pink haired guy."

"You speak as if you don't like my pink hair." He snorted, rolling his eyes.

"Wha--" She blushed at the accusation, "Why are you so carefree with a person you just met!?"

He gasped dramatically, putting a hand over his chest. "You mean you don't remember me?"

"Excuse me?"

"Shame on you, (Full name)."

(Y/n)'s eyes widened for a moment before she sighed, "Let me guess, you saw my name somewhere like in my phone or whatever your stalker eyes looked at, and now you're playing games with me." She rolled her eyes.

"No I'm not." He said, "Pigtails, pink sneakers, unicorn backpack. Any idea what I'm talking about?" He smiled sweetly, knowing he's getting on her nerves.

He literally just described (Y/n)'s childhood in 5 words. She didn't know how to react. Does he really know her? How come such a handsome young man knows her?

"Who are you and how do you know me?" She asked, her eyes narrowed as she moved away from him. He could be a creepy stalker or a serial killer for all she knew.

"Bang Chan, known for being the only boy who--"

"was the star of the week for 4 weeks straight!" She finished his sentence, her memories of her elementary school getting back. "Oh you nerd. I can't believe you even recognised me. We were never friends!"

"Of course we were! All classmates are friends. You were also my cr-- Oh nevermind." He cut his sentence short, but (y/n) didn't notice as she was too focused on remembering the old days.

"What do you mean 'All classmates are friends'? I still remember that tall dude from our class who pushed me to the floor one time. He totally wasn't a friend of mine."

"Nor mine, but let's not talk about the past anymore. Now that you know me, let's exchange numbers or something." He said with a smile, getting his phone from his pocket.

(Y/n) saw a faint blush on his cheeks, and found that adorable.

"Nice meeting you again, (Full Name)." He smiled as they traded numbers.

CONTACT ID:
NAME: Chan aka pink hair

CONTACT ID:
NAME: (Y/n) ❤