Stray Kids Reader Insert One-Shots! (Gender neutral!)

Bang Chan x reader || Dreams of Soulmates

Something felt off when you realized you were dreaming. The flower field you were in was a comfortable, almost unnoticeable temperature, and the sun was partially covered by clouds, not enough to make it dark, but enough so you weren't blinded by sun rays to your face. You hesitantly pinched yourself and stared down at your hands in shock when the pain didn't register. You were definitely dreaming, especially since you had no recollection of how you got into this lush field, but you were aware of what was happening.

And then you saw him. There was another man in the field with you, looking about as bewildered as you felt. You lightly ran up to him, your white clothes brushing lightly against your body from the wind. He too was wearing a loose white shirt, with blue jeans that seemed to match the color of the sky around you. However, that wasn't what caught your attention, it was the elegantly styled purple hair that rested atop his head. "Hi," you tested out a little breathlessly when you were a respectable distance apart.

He started and spun around to look at you with a shocked look on his face. He evidently didn't see nor hear you running up to him. "Hi," he replied back with a smile, recovering from the shock quickly, "do you know what this is?" he gestured to the field surrounding you and you gave him a sheepish shrug in return.

"I was honestly hoping you knew," you couldn't help but look around in wonder as you voiced your thoughts, "this is the first time I've been here." He let out a hum of agreeance. You continued to watch the stranger in front of you, you had never seen him before, you figured purple hair like that would cause enough of a memory for you to remember, but as you wracked your memory, nothing came up. "Are you a figment of my imagination?" you couldn't help but ask. If this was all a dream, was he also just a dream?

His face scrunched up cutely as he thought about your question, his eyes darting around in confusion, "I don't think so."

You couldn't help but laugh nervously, wherever you were, you and Mr. Stranger were both completely lost. "Well, I'm (y/n)," you held out your hand for him to shake, which he promptly did.

"Chan. Nice to meet you." He gave you a brighter smile than before, making dimples show up on his face.

"You as well." You gave him your own bright smile, he seemed like a good person. You thought back to what you did before bed. You finished up an assignment before flopping onto your bed to check your social media for any notifications (only to be disappointed with nothing of importance) and then falling asleep. Nothing out of the ordinary, and definitely no drugs that would've caused this wild dream. Could it even be called a dream by this point?

"So what do you do?" you were snapped out of your thoughts to see Chan had taken a seat in the field with his hands behind him as he leaned back comfortably. You quickly took a seat next to him, the tops of the grass hardly coming up to your elbows.

"I'm a student," you answered honestly, "studying (your choice). Took a gap year, but I'm going to graduate soon!" you replied excitedly, the thought of being free from school brought a smile to your face, "what about you?"

Chan turned his attention to you and you took the opportunity to notice how clear his skin was. How you wished you could get clear skin like that. "I make music," he replied with a smile.

"That's so cool!" you couldn't help but gush in excitement. You loved listening to music, and while you entertained the idea of making your own music, the layers of vocals, harmonies, backing tracks, and the programs were all too discombobulating to you. So you were content to just listen to what other talented people could make. "What kind?"

His face quirked as he thought about it, "a variety. Mostly hip hop and rap." You nodded eagerly and seeing your excited expression, he elaborated a bit more, "I mainly do it with 2 friends of mine, they're amazing honestly."