protective gestures - straykids headcannons
・ρairing — bf!skz x fem!reader (seperate) .ᐟ
・ ᧁenre / angst / fluff .
・ ꪮutline — protective gestures that i think skz would have .
・ ᭙arnings — harrassment, protective!skz, petnames, crying, lmk if i missed anything .ᐟ
・᭙ordcount — 200-400 words per headcannon .
・ ꪖ/n — might do a piwon version. everyone, i'm human, i make mistakes sometimes; stop sending me hate .ᐟ
᥇ack to library .
CHAN
chan’s protection lives in the little things. he’s always subtly guiding you—hand at the small of your back when you walk through crowds, thumb tracing lazy circles while he keeps you close. he’ll slide his palm around your hip to pull you a step behind him if someone gets too close, body angled just slightly to make space for you. he has this habit of holding doors a little longer when you’re walking behind him, eyes flicking over your shoulder like he’s scanning for anything off.
if someone makes a rude comment, he doesn’t explode. he stands taller, jaw tight, and says, “that’s enough,” in that low, leader tone that doesn’t leave room for argument. his arm will immediately wrap around your waist, drawing you into his chest while his thumb presses reassuringly against your side—“you okay?” whispered low enough only you can hear.
when you’re stressed, he grounds you physically: both hands on your cheeks, forehead against yours, breathing slow and steady until you match him. he checks that you eat, texts when you get home, and if you’re walking at night, he’s on the side closest to the street. he has this instinct of curling his fingers through yours whenever your anxiety shows, squeezing twice—one for i see you, one for you’re safe.
chan protects by watching, anticipating, moving before you can even feel unsafe. you’ll never need to ask; he’s already reaching for you.
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MINHO
minho’s protective habits are precise. his eyes dart around any room you walk into, scanning without looking like it. when someone stares too long, he shifts his body just slightly—one step closer, shoulders angled so you’re shielded by his frame. if you’re standing in a crowd, his hand always finds the back of your neck or the waistband of your jeans, a silent claim and a comfort.
he walks on the side nearest the cars without fail, even switching sides mid-walk if needed. if someone bumps you, he’s quick—palm pressing against your lower back, gentle but firm, checking, “you okay?” he never lets anyone speak over you. if someone tries, he cuts in smoothly: “she wasn’t done talking.” no bite, just ice.
he’ll carry your bag when you’re tired, fix your hair if it’s caught in your jacket, check your seatbelt every single time before starting the car. when you’re upset, he doesn’t talk—he sits beside you, one hand over your knee, thumb moving slow until your breathing steadies. and if you cry, he cups your face, eyes soft but unwavering, murmuring, “no one gets to treat you like that.”
his love language is control in the best way—creating safety through details. his body’s always between you and the world, even if he’s pretending it’s casual.
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CHANGBIN
changbin’s protection is bold and physical. his arm is always somewhere on you—slung over your shoulders, resting across your lower back, or hooking around your waist to tug you out of someone’s path. if you’re walking through a crowd, he’ll pull you right against his chest, chin brushing your hair, muttering, “stay close to me.”
if anyone disrespects you, his whole demeanor changes. posture straightens, shoulders back, jaw tight—his tone drops an pitch when he says, “you got something to say?” but the moment he feels your hand on his wrist, he softens instantly, fingers turning over to hold yours. “nah, not worth it,” he’ll say, smile breaking through the tension.
he checks your surroundings without you noticing—glancing behind when you’re walking home, making sure you’re between him and the street, even reaching out to hold your elbow on stairs. when you’re anxious, he squeezes your thigh gently, grounding you with his touch.
and if you’re cold or tired, he’s got you before you can complain— hoodie over your shoulders, hand guiding your head onto his chest. he’ll whisper, “rest, i’ve got you.” changbin doesn’t just protect you— he guards you, like it’s instinct.
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HYUNJIN
hyunjin protects through emotion and presence. he reads you so well it’s almost eerie a small shift in your tone, a glance away, and his hand is already reaching for yours. he’ll run his thumb over your knuckles, soft and rhythmic, until you meet his gaze. “you don’t have to hide that from me,” he’ll say.
if someone crosses a line, he’s sharp but elegant. his tone stays even —“don’t speak to her like that.” and his hand will tighten protectively around your waist as he turns you slightly away, tucking you against his side until you’re ready to move again.
he uses touch to soothe—brushing your hair behind your ear, cupping your jaw with both hands, his eyes never leaving yours. he’s always physically between you and whatever might overwhelm you. if you’re walking through flashing cameras or big crowds, his hand finds the back of your neck, steady and warm, thumb tracing slow lines up to your hairline.
hyunjin’s love feels like art—graceful but firm, beautiful but fierce. he’ll hold you like you’re something fragile and powerful at once, whispering, “you don’t have to face them alone.”
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HAN
jisung’s protection is clumsy but sincere. he reacts fast—sometimes too fast—when someone says something off. “woah, hold up,” he’ll say, stepping half in front of you, one arm out like a shield. he gets flustered after, voice shaky, but his instincts are pure.
his hands are restless—always adjusting your jacket zipper, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, or holding onto your wrist lightly when you’re walking so you don’t drift too far ahead. if you’re anxious, he’ll reach out to tap your hand twice—your shared code for “you’re okay.”
when you cry, he panics first, then gathers himself. he’ll cup your face with both hands, thumbs brushing your cheeks, voice low and trembling: “hey, look at me, you’re safe, yeah?” he overthinks protection, trying to fix what’s wrong, but the real comfort is in his fumbling care.
and when you’re falling asleep beside him, he’ll pull you close, hand resting over your heart. “if i could, i’d keep you in a bubble,” he mumbles, half-asleep. he’s chaotic, but he means every word.
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FELIX
felix’s protection is softness weaponized. his body is a blanket of warmth he’s always touching you somehow, whether it’s fingers interlaced, his palm on your thigh, or his chin hooked over your shoulder. he notices when your breathing changes, and his hand moves instinctively to your lower back, rubbing small circles.
he diffuses tension before it starts. someone says something off, and he steps in, smiling politely but with eyes that mean business. “that’s not okay,” he’ll say, tone calm but final. and then he’ll lead you away with a gentle hand at your back, murmuring, “don’t let them ruin your peace.”
his protection extends into routine: checking if you’ve eaten, reminding you to drink water, texting “home safe?” after you go out. when you’re cold, he tucks your hands into his sleeves. when you’re sad, he gathers you into his chest, whispering affirmations between every breath.
felix’s touch is his reassurance—constant, quiet, and glowing. being with him feels like being wrapped in a force field of kindness.
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SEUNGMIN
seungmin protects through logic, through presence, through staying. when you’re nervous, his hand rests low on your back, guiding you through without a word. when someone crosses a line, his voice turns razor-sharp. “watch your mouth,” he says flatly, then turns his back to them and focuses only on you.
he watches details—checking your seatbelt twice, walking on the outside of the sidewalk, handing you his jacket before you even realize you’re cold. if you’re upset, he’ll put both hands on your shoulders, tilt his head down until your eyes meet, and quietly say, “breathe. i’ve got you.”
he doesn’t do grand gestures; he’s steady instead. he stands beside you when you talk, not in front of you, a subtle show of unity. when you cry, he cups the back of your neck, grounding you without words.
his protection is quiet, but it never wavers—it’s in the way he stands between you and the world like a promise he doesn’t have to say out loud.
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JEONGIN
jeongin’s protective habits are sweetly awkward but genuine. he’s always aware of where you are—walking half a step behind so he can see you, tugging you gently closer when crowds press in. his fingers always find yours, fidgeting a bit until he can lace them together.
if someone’s rude, he doesn’t hesitate. “hey, that’s not cool,” he says, voice cracking but firm, eyes wide but steady. and then, after, he looks at you like he needs to make sure you’re okay. “you’re not letting that bother you, right?”
when you’re tired, he pulls you to sit and crouches to tie your shoelaces for you, pretending it’s nothing. if it’s late, he insists on walking you home. he’ll open doors, offer his hoodie, hover just enough that you know he’s near without feeling crowded.
and when you’re quiet, he wraps his arm around your shoulders and rests his chin on your head. “you don’t have to be scared when i’m here,” he mumbles.
jeongin protects like it’s second nature—all shy glances, warm hands, and big heart.
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・ ꪖ/n — writers block hasn't caught me yet! heh.. (it's coming, i can feel it) .ᐟ
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