PAIRING: stray kids x fem!reader / GENRE: Fluff, Humor, Romantic Tension / WORD COUNT: 2,850 words / PUBLISHED: 07 december 2025 / WARNING(S): None, just eight idiots being completely useless around their crush.
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The studio session was supposed to start an hour ago. Chan's still staring at the same three-second loop, his hand frozen over the mouse. You'd brought him coffeeβjust like you always doβbut this time you'd smiled and tucked your hair behind your ear while asking if he needed anything else.
Now "Levanter" is playing on repeat and he hasn't noticed. Changbin texts the group chat: "He's broken again. She was here for 5 minutes."Chan finally snaps out of it when his phone buzzes, realizes what time it is, and groans into his hands. He can't tell the members that he spent the last hour replaying the way you said his name instead of, you know, actually producing music.
LEE MINHO βοΈ μ΄λ―ΌνΈ !
Minho's competitive streak vanishes the moment you sit down to watch dance practice. Heβthe same person who never misses a beatβsomehow turns left when everyone else turns right. The members stare. This never happens. You're just sitting there scrolling through your phone, completely unaware that Minho's brain has leaked out of his ears. He tries to play it off with his usual deadpan expression, but then you look up and make eye contact through the mirror. He literally walks into Hyunjin. The guys will never let him live this down, and the worst part is he knows he'll do it again tomorrow if you show up.
SEO CHANGBIN βοΈ μμ°½λΉ !
You asked to feel his bicep once as a joke. Once. That was three weeks ago. Now Changbin's at the gym againβhis third session todayβbecause you're visiting the dorm later and what if you want to feel his bicep again? What if you don't? What if he's somehow gotten smaller since this morning? Chan finds him doing his fifth set of curls and physically drags him out. "You're going to hurt yourself," Chan says. Changbin just mumbles something incoherent about "being ready" and "what if she." He can't even finish sentences anymore. When you actually arrive, you greet everyone casually, and Changbin just stands there like a buffering video, arms awkwardly flexed at his sides.
Hyunjin's in the middle of explaining a choreography move to the backup dancers when you walk in with lunch for everyone. It's not even for him specificallyβyou brought food for the whole groupβbut his sentence just dies. Mid-word. He's standing there with his arm frozen in the air, mouth slightly open, brain completely empty. One of the backup dancers tries to subtly wave a hand in front of his face. Nothing. You're just unpacking containers across the room, completely oblivious, chatting with Felix about something.
"Hyunjin-ssi?" the choreographer prompts.
Hyunjin blinks. "Yeah. Uh." He's forgotten what move he was demonstrating. He's forgotten what song they're working on. He looks down at his raised arm like he's not sure how it got there. "Can we... take five?" His voice cracks slightly.
The backup dancers scatter immediately, grateful for the break. Minho, who's been watching this entire disaster unfold, is cry-laughing into his water bottle.
You walk over to hand Hyunjin his food, asking if he's feeling okay because he looks flushed. Hyunjin takes the container. He means to say thank you. Instead, he just nods repeatedly like a broken bobblehead and makes a sound that's somewhere between "thanks" and a whimper.
You pat his shoulder and walk away. Hyunjin stands there holding his lunch, still nodding even though you're gone now.
"Hyung," Jeongin says gently. "You can stop nodding."
Hyunjin keeps nodding. He's aware he's doing it. He can't make it stop.
HAN JISUNG βοΈ νμ§μ± !
You're explaining something about your dayβsomething totally normal about your commute or your lunchβand Jisung is trying so hard to listen. He is. But you're sitting really close to him on the couch and you smell really nice and oh god, you just laughed at something you said and he didn't even process what it was. "Right, Jisung?" you ask, turning to him. He panics. "Yeah! No. Wait. What?" You laugh again and his soul leaves his body. The members watching from the kitchen are recording this. Later, when you've left, they'll play back the footage of Jisung just staring at you with his mouth slightly open for a full two minutes. He tries to delete the evidence. He fails.
LEE FELIX βοΈ μ΄ νλ¦μ€ !
You complimented his freckles exactly once, saying they looked like constellations. Now Felix can't stop thinking about it. He's supposed to be learning choreography but he's wondering if you've noticed the freckles on his hands too, or if you were only talking about his face, or if you even remember saying it. "Felix, you're going the wrong way," Minho calls out. Felix has somehow ended up facing the back wall. The choreographer is concerned. Lee Know is exhausted. You're not even here and Felix is malfunctioning. When you video call him later that night, he answers and immediately drops his phone on his face. You hear a muffled "ow" and can't stop giggling. He's smiling like an idiot even though his nose hurts.
KIM SEUNGMIN βοΈ κΉμΉλ―Ό !
Seungmin prides himself on being logical and composed. Then you wore his hoodieβthe one you borrowed three months ago and finally returned, washed and folded. Except now it smells like your detergent instead of his. He's holding it like it's a live grenade. The members are waiting for him so they can leave for a schedule, but Seungmin is having a full internal crisis. Does he wash it so he can wear it? But then it won't smell like you anymore. Does he not wash it? That's weird, right? That's definitely weird. "Seungmin, let's go!" Jeongin yells. Seungmin shoves the hoodie in his bag and refuses to make eye contact with anyone for the rest of the day. Every time he remembers it's in there, his ears turn red.
YANG JEONGIN βοΈ μμ μΈ !
You called Jeongin "cute" in front of everyone, and he's been rebooting ever since. It's been forty-five minutes. He laughed it off in the moment, but now he's sitting at dinner and his brain is just playing that one word on loop. Cute. You think he's cute. Not handsome, not coolβcute. Is that good? That's good, right? But what if you meant it like a puppy is cute? What if you see him as a little brother? He's spiraling. "Are you okay?" you ask, because you've noticed he's been staring at his rice without eating. Jeongin makes a noise that's not quite a word. Changbin leans over and stage-whispers, "You broke the maknae." Jeongin wants to disappear. You just smile at him, soft and genuinely concerned, and somehow that makes everything so much worse and so much better at the same time.
