STRAY KIDS HYBRIDS AU : OT8 STRAYKIDS X HYBRID RAGDOLL CAT FEM READER
Summary : Hybrids is well known to public, and in the entertainment industry, idols owning hybrids wasn’t unusual. Stray Kids have one, a pure ragdoll cat hybrid. Not as a pet, but more like a family, A Pack for her.
Pairing : Stray Kids OT8 x F!Reader
Tags : Angst ( I love angst), and fluff
A/N : This is my first time writing, so advice, tips and critics are helpful :). English isn't my first language so I used tools to help me write.
Your life changed overnight. You didn’t even realize it at first. The morning started normally.
Or at least, you thought it did.
You were still buried deeply beneath blankets, curled around one of your pillows while faint dawn light filtered softly through the curtains. Your ears twitched sleepily at distant movement somewhere in the dorm, but exhaustion still kept your body heavy and warm.
Then suddenly—
Soft kisses pressed against your cheeks and forehead. One after another.
Persistent.
Needy.
Your brows furrowed groggily.
“…Mmph.”
Another kiss.
This time against the corner of your mouth.
Then up again to your forehead.
Then your nose.
“Chan…” you called out weakly, familiar with his scent.
A quiet laugh vibrated beside you.
“Wake up.”
You blinked slowly awake only to find Bang Chan hovering ridiculously close over you, caging you with his frame , eyes bright despite the early hour. “Why are you attacking me… it's too early..”
Instead of answering, Chan immediately buried his face against your neck. Warm lips pressed there softly once.
Twice.
Then lingered longer than necessary, dangerously close to your scent glands, a little sensitive over there.
Your breath caught slightly.
“Channie…”
He hummed against your skin before mumbling quietly into the crook of your neck—
“You went viral.”
You blinked.
“What?”
Chan suddenly shoved his phone directly in front of your face. The brightness nearly blinded you instantly. You squinted dramatically.
“OW—”
“Look.”
Still half asleep, you stared at the screen in confusion while your brain struggled to function.
Then slowly your eyes widened from the realization.
The photoshoot results.
Everywhere.
Articles.
Posts.
Trending tags.
Edits.
Millions of views.
Your sleepy expression vanished completely.
“What?!”
Chan laughed loudly at your sudden panic while you snatched the phone closer. The shoot had apparently exploded online overnight. And honestly the timing couldn’t have been more perfect. Summer had just fully peaked.
Warm weather.
Vacation season.
Bright aesthetics flooding social media.
And somehow your photos fit perfectly into all of it. The public adored them. People reposted your pictures everywhere calling you “summer personified.” Comments flooded endlessly beneath every article.
“She looks so warm and comforting.”
“I’m obsessed with this concept.”
“Why is she genuinely prettier than most influencers.”
“SKZ's HYBRID REVEAL???”
“I need her skincare routine immediately.”
“Ragdoll hybrids are literally ethereal.”
You stared speechlessly at the screen while Chan watched your reaction with obvious amusement.
Then quietly—
“You deserve it.”
Your chest tightened softly.
The members completely lost their minds over it. Absolutely unbearable. The second you stepped into the kitchen later that morning, everyone started talking at once.
“LOOK.”
“No, this comment is my favorite.”
“Someone made an edit already.”
“STAYs are actually insane.”
Han nearly shoved his phone into your face dramatically.
“Read this one.”
You squinted.
“She looks like the physical embodiment of drinking cold water during summer.”
Silence.
Then everyone burst out laughing.
“That’s weirdly accurate,” Felix wheezed.
Meanwhile Lee Know casually scrolled through fan posts while sipping coffee.
“They’re asking for more Y/N content.”
Your ears perked instantly.
“Huh?”
Minho turned his screen toward you.
Thousands of comments flooded fan platforms.
“Please let her appear more.”
“She’s basically part of SKZ already.”
“We need TikTok Challenges immediately.”
“Let the hybrid have screen time please we beg you !.”
“Protect her at all costs.”
Even official fan accounts edited together compilations of your rare appearances with the members. Some fans literally ran entire accounts dedicated to your interactions with them. Your face burned brighter the longer you looked.
“This is embarrassing…”
“It’s cute,” Jeongin corrected immediately.
Chan grinned from across the table.
“They love you.”
And somehow hearing that still affected you deeply every single time. Because for weeks you’d convinced yourself people were slowly getting tired of you.
Too clingy.
Too emotional.
Too much.
Yet here everyone was—
Still loving you loudly.
The members made things worse by feeding fans with you all over the platforms constantly afterward.
Or better.
Depending on perspective.
Instagram, Bubble, Fans, even on TikTok, you name it.
Chan uploaded a selfie of you half-asleep beside him during breakfast.
Jeongin posted blurry candid photos of you laughing while shopping.
Han uploaded behind-the-scenes clips from the photoshoot with dramatic captions about “our summer princess.”
Hyunjin posted an artistic close-up of your ears beneath sunlight and nearly caused chaos online.
Felix posted a trending Tiktok content that he saved in his draft.
“YOU GUYS ARE DOING THIS ON PURPOSE,” you accused while hiding your face in embarrassment.
“Yes,” Seungmin answered immediately. No shame whatsoever.
And honestly watching the members proudly show you off so openly filled something fragile inside your chest. Because there had been a time recently where you felt invisible beside them. Now suddenly they looked at you like something precious again. Wanted everyone else to look too.
The day your payment finally arrived felt surreal.
You sat cross-legged on the living room floor staring blankly at your banking app while Bang Chan and Lee Know hovered nearby.
Just days earlier, both of them had helped you open your own bank account properly.
You’d felt oddly nervous about it then.
Like becoming more independent somehow made adulthood suddenly real.
But now—
Looking at the amount transferred into your account—
You genuinely thought there’d been a mistake.
“…Wait.”
You blinked repeatedly.
“…WAIT.”
Chan immediately burst out laughing.
“So cute.”
“That’s way too much money,” you whispered in horror.
Minho leaned over your shoulder calmly.
“No, that’s normal.”
“FOR ONE SHOOT?!”
Chan nearly fell sideways laughing while your ears stood fully upright in shock.
“I’m rich.”
“You are absolutely not rich yet,” Minho deadpanned.
“I’m buying everyone food.”
“Absolutely not! It’s yours, Jagi. You don’t need to spend it on us.” He told you with a small smile displayed on his face.
Still—
The excitement bubbling inside you felt impossible to hide.
This was yours. Money you earned yourself. Not something given. Not something provided. You worked for this. And the pride glowing in your chest made your eyes sting slightly.
That same afternoon, everyone lounged lazily around the dorm for once.
No schedules.
No rush.
No rehearsals.
Just peace.
You curled beside Minho on the couch while he absentmindedly stroked your hair, fingers occasionally brushing softly beneath your ears in ways that made your eyes droop contentedly.
The television played quietly in the background.
Felix lay sprawled across the floor dramatically.
Han and Jeongin argued over snacks.
Chan half-dozed against one armchair.
Everything felt warm.
Domestic.
Safe.
Until suddenly—
“We should go somewhere.”
Everyone looked toward Hyunjin immediately. “A vacation,” he clarified dramatically. Changbin perked up instantly.
“Oh.”
Felix sat upright.
“WAIT YES.” Within seconds the room erupted into overlapping conversation.
“We actually have a few free days.”
“A staycation maybe?”
“Somewhere near water.”
“Busan?”
That immediately gained everyone’s attention.
Busan sounded perfect.
Far enough to feel like escaping. Close enough to manage easily.
The sea.
Night air.
Temporary freedom before schedules consumed everyone again.
Decision made.
Immediately chaos erupted.
Phones appeared.
Properties got searched.
Arguments broke out over room arrangements before anything was even booked.
And eventually—
A staycation house in Busan was rented for all nine of you.
The excitement became contagious instantly. Everyone scattered around the dorm packing at lightning speed. Including you.
At first packing felt exciting.
Until you actually opened your wardrobe. Then your excitement faded slightly.
Because suddenly you realized something.
You didn’t really own many clothes. Not proper outing clothes anyway. Most of your wardrobe consisted of oversized hoodies or sweaters, comfortable basics, and stolen member shirts. You stared at the closet thoughtfully.
Then sighed softly.
“…Oh.” Maybe you really didn’t have much of your own.
After hesitating a moment, you padded quietly toward Hyunjin and Changbin’s shared room.
Knock knock.
“Hyunnie…”
“Come in,” Hyunjin called immediately.
You peeked your head inside carefully. Both Hyunjin and Changbin sat surrounded by half-packed clothing. Changbin smiled immediately seeing you.
“You need help?”
The way he asked sounded more like a certainty than a question. You shuffled slightly. “I don’t know what to pack…”
Hyunjin looked up instantly.
“Why?”
“I don’t think my clothes are good enough for a staycation…”
Silence.
Both men slowly turned toward each other. Then toward you. Then back toward each other again. Like they’d just silently communicated an entire conversation. Changbin immediately stood.
“Show us.”
Five minutes later both of them stood in your room staring directly into your closet with expressions of genuine concern.
Hyunjin looked personally offended. “Why do you own five identical hoodies.”
“They’re comfortable…”
Changbin pinched the bridge of his nose dramatically.
“You own almost nothing.”
“I do own things!”
“Half of these are ours,” Hyunjin corrected.
You looked away guiltily.
“…Maybe.”
Changbin sighed before pulling out comfortable basics.
“Pack these first.”
Meanwhile Hyunjin already pulled out his phone rapidly typing something. You narrowed your eyes suspiciously. “What are you doing?”
“Saving your life.”
“Huh?”
Before he could answer—
Suddenly footsteps thundered down the hallway.
Then your bedroom door burst open dramatically.
“We volunteer as tribute!”
You nearly jumped. The members piled inside loudly all talking at once.
“We’re taking you shopping.”
Your ears shot upright instantly. “What?!”
Hyunjin smiled smugly while brushing your hair softly behind your ear.
“I told them your wardrobe situation.”
“You exposed me.”
“Correct.”
Your tail swished rapidly despite your embarrassment.
“Really? Is that okay?”
Everyone answered immediately.
“YES.”
“Obviously.”
“We literally wanted an excuse anyway.”
Chan clapped his hands together.
“Okay everybody move. Mall first. Busan after.”
And just like that the entire afternoon turned chaotic.
Shopping with eight Stray Kids members was an experience you’d never emotionally recover from. Absolute chaos. Every single member had opinions. Strong opinions.
“This color suits you.”
“No it washes her out.”
“She looks cute in oversized fits.”
“She looks cute in everything.”
“Helpful, Felix.”
They took turns shoving outfits into your arms relentlessly.
Soft dresses.
Casual streetwear.
Cute skirts.
Beach outfits.
Accessories.
Even shoes.
Meanwhile you spent half the time getting shoved back into dressing rooms while everyone waited outside rating outfits aggressively whenever you emerged.
“TURN AROUND.”
“OH THAT’S CUTE.”
“No, next.”
“You look expensive.”
“What does that even mean?”
You learned surprisingly quickly what styles suited you best. Soft colors brightened your complexion. Certain cuts highlighted your shape naturally. Flowy fabrics complimented your fluffy ears and tail beautifully.
And honestly—
It was fun.
Really fun.
Especially seeing how genuinely excited the members became dressing you up.
Then eventually—
Jeongin found the dress.
A white sundress patterned with tiny blue flowers.
Softer.
Shorter.
More delicate than the photoshoot one.
The skirt layered gently while thin shoulder straps tied into tiny ribbon bows. Jeongin immediately grabbed it.
“Oh this is THE one.”
Your ears perked.
“Hm?”
He held it against you thoughtfully.
“The cream in your fur would look insane with this.”
Then he shoved it directly into your arms.
“Try it.”
You laughed.
“Right now?”
“Yes right now.”
Then mischievously he teased. “If you need help changing just call me.”
You smacked his arm immediately.
“Jeongin!”
Everyone burst out laughing while he cackled dramatically. When you finally stepped out wearing the dress—
The silence alone told you enough.
Then immediately—
“Buy it.”
“No discussion.”
“That’s yours now.”
“It reminds me of the shoot,” Felix mumbled softly.
It did.
The dress made you glow similarly.
Soft.
Warm.
Beautiful in a way that didn’t feel forced. You stared at your reflection quietly. And for once you liked what you saw.
By the time everyone returned home later, your arms overflowed with shopping bags.
New clothes.
Accessories.
Pajamas.
Swimwear.
Even bikinis you were still too embarrassed to look at properly.
Someone had also bought you a fluffy bunny plushie because “we all know how much you love soft fluffy things.” You nearly cried, overwhelmed with their kindness.
Later, after finally packing everything into your suitcase, a soft knock sounded at your door.
“Ready?”
You opened it to find Seungmin leaning casually against the frame.
Your ears perked immediately.
“Mhm!”
He smiled softly seeing your excitement.
Then without complaint, grabbed several of your bags for you.
“I’ll help.”
The living room downstairs already looked chaotic with luggage piled everywhere.
Snacks.
Drinks.
Board games.
Breakfast ingredients.
Everyone buzzed with excitement while dividing into cars. Eventually groups got decided. You ended up in Minho’s car.
Minho driving. Han in the passenger seat. And you squeezed comfortably between Chan and Jeongin in the backseat.
The roadtrip started quietly around seven that evening. The city glowed alive outside the windows while traffic slowly thinned the farther you drove. Streetlights reflected softly across the glass. Music played low through the speakers.
Jeongin eventually leaned sleepily against your shoulder.
Chan’s hand rested loosely over yours between the seats.
And as the city lights slowly faded behind you—
By the time the cars finally rolled into the driveway of the rented staycation house, the clock had already passed midnight.
Everyone looked exhausted.
But excited exhausted.
The kind where tiredness couldn’t fully settle because anticipation still buzzed too strongly beneath the skin.
The ocean air hit immediately the second everyone stepped out of the cars.
Cool.
Salty.
Fresh.
It carried the distant sound of waves crashing softly somewhere beyond the dark horizon, mixing together with the sleepy chatter of the members unloading luggage from the trunk.
“Careful with the snacks!”
“Who packed this bag so heavy?!”
“Yah, that’s mine!”
You laughed softly while pulling your hoodie tighter around yourself, your tail swaying happily behind you as you stared up at the house.
It was beautiful. And the biggest out of all the houses on that staycation private site. You could see that the other housings are occupied.
Warm lights glowed softly from inside the large windows, making the entire place feel cozy despite the darkness surrounding it. The staycation house stood tall near the shoreline, two floors with wide balconies and wooden details that made everything feel peaceful and homey rather than luxurious.
The second everyone stepped inside—
Chaos.
Immediate chaos.
Han nearly threw himself onto the couch dramatically.
Felix ran straight toward the windows to look at the ocean.
Hyunjin gasped loudly at the interior design like he’d entered heaven itself.
Meanwhile Chan immediately switched into responsible leader mode.
“Okay, everyone help unload first before dying.”
Groans filled the room.
Still, everyone obeyed.
Shoes got kicked off near the entrance while bags and groceries slowly filled the kitchen counters. You helped organize drinks into the refrigerator alongside Minho while Changbin and Seungmin carried luggage upstairs.
The house somehow looked even prettier from the inside.
There were soft warm lights everywhere, large comfortable couches, blankets folded neatly across chairs, and huge windows overlooking the dark ocean outside. The kitchen was massive, connected directly to the dining area where a long wooden table stretched beautifully beneath hanging lights.
Outside, the backyard opened toward a pool and jacuzzi area, while farther beyond sat a wooden porch facing the sea. The sound of waves carried clearly from there.
And upstairs—
A balcony.
A karaoke room.
Movie projector.
Big cozy bedrooms.
It genuinely felt unreal.
“Can we live here forever?” Felix whispered dramatically while spinning slowly in the living room.
“No,” Chan answered immediately.
Felix sighed deeply.
“Cruel.”
Eventually the rooms got divided naturally.
You ended up with your own room.
Smallest in the house.
But still warm and comfortable.
The members insisted it was important you had your own privacy.
Even though they also repeatedly reminded you—
“You can sleep in our rooms whenever you want.”
“Seriously.”
“Anytime.”
The pairings formed based on who's more comfortable with who.
Chan with Jeongin.
Minho with Han.
Changbin with Seungmin.
Hyunjin with Felix.
And honestly—
Seeing everyone naturally settle into the people they trusted most made something soft settle inside your chest. They loved each other deeply. The rooms themselves varied wildly too.
Yours had a single double bed tucked near the window, smaller than everyone else’s but cozy with soft blankets and warm lighting. No personal bathroom, but you didn’t really mind.
Hyunjin and Felix’s room looked ridiculously luxurious with a king-size bed and huge private bathroom.
Minho and Han somehow got another giant room equally beautiful.
Changbin and Seungmin’s room felt more practical and cozy, while Chan and Jeongin’s connected single beds looked comfortable enough to collapse into immediately.
By the time everyone finished showering, brushing teeth, and completing skincare routines, the house slowly quieted.
One by one the bedroom doors closed.
Soft footsteps faded.
Laughter died down.
Until eventually only the distant ocean remained.
You couldn’t sleep,not even close. You tossed gently beneath the blankets while staring at the unfamiliar ceiling above you.
Maybe it was excitement. Maybe it was because of the effect of unfamiliar place. Or maybe your heart simply felt too full lately to rest properly.
The digital clock near the bed read 3:07 AM, Thursday.
The entire house sounded asleep.
Quietly, you slipped from bed.
The wooden floors creaked softly beneath your feet as you padded downstairs wearing oversized sleep clothes and fluffy socks. Your tail swayed sleepily behind you while you wandered into the kitchen searching for milk.
Warm milk always helped.
The refrigerator light glowed softly against your face while you searched through the shelves.
Then suddenly—
“Can’t sleep?”
You startled so badly you nearly hit your head against the fridge.
“Ah!”
Soft laughter immediately followed.
You turned to find Chan standing nearby.
Still awake.
His hair messy from sleep, oversized shirt hanging loosely from his shoulders. He looked at you so softly.
“You scared me…”
“Sorry,” he chuckled quietly.
His dimples appeared immediately.
“You okay?”
You nodded slowly.
“Couldn’t sleep.”
“Me too.”
Chan approached naturally beside you, gently patting your head once before reaching above you to grab a mug from the cupboard.
You blinked.
“You already know what I want?”
“I know you, baby.”
The simple answer warmed you embarrassingly fast and your heart skipped a beat from the certainty in his voice.
Chan quietly poured milk into the mug before placing it into the microwave. The kitchen fell silent afterward except for the low hum of the machine.
Comfortable silence.
The kind that only existed between people deeply familiar with each other. Your tail brushed lazily against Chan’s back while you both waited. Almost automatically, his hand found your head. His fingers stroking slowly between your fluffly ears.
Your eyes fluttered slightly at the comfort.
No words needed.
The microwave dinged quietly.
Chan tested the mug first carefully before handing it to you once it cooled enough.
“There.”
You smiled softly.
“Thank you.”
Then immediately he guided you gently toward one of the dining chairs before sitting first himself.
Pat pat.
His thigh.
Invitation understood instantly.
Your ears stood slightly while you settled carefully onto his lap sideways, sitting facing sideway naturally on his lap while holding and blowing air to the warm mug. Chan looking up at you adoringly while adjusting your position instinctively until you rested comfortably on his lap.
One arm wrapped securely around your waist. The other resting lazily across your thighs.
You sipped the milk slowly while your tail swished contentedly behind you.
Chan watched quietly.
Almost longingly.
Then suddenly—
“I missed you, baby.”
The words came low and quiet enough your chest ached instantly.
You looked at him sideway first, slowly head turning facing him with eyes filled with curiosity. Your right cat ear flicked. Chan’s eyes stayed fixed on you.
“T-that suddenly…”
He smiled faintly.
“Feels like we haven’t properly spent time together in forever.”
Something fragile tugged painfully inside your chest at that.
Because he was right. Even when things got better again lately—
There was still distance left behind from those weeks.
Moments lost.
Affections interrupted.
You hid part of your face behind the mug shyly. But your tail curled instinctively around his wrist resting against your back. Chan noticed immediately.
His smile softened.
Once you finished drinking, he carefully took the mug from your hands and placed it aside.
Then gently his hand cupped your cheek. Bringing your face down closer to his carefully. Your breath caught slightly.
Because he was close.
Very close.
Close enough to feel warmth radiating from him.
Close enough to hear his breathing.
“Can I sleep with you tonight?” he asked quietly.
Then softer—
“Please… I need you. Really need you.”
The honesty and yearning in his voice melted you instantly.
“Of course, Channie.”
His entire expression softened with relief. Brushing his thumb lightly near the corner of your mouth. “You’ve got milk here.”
Before you could react, he wiped it away gently with a teasing smile.
Your face burned immediately.
“Chan…”
He only laughed quietly.
Then without warning—
Lifted you straight into his arms.
You squeaked softly.
“Channie!”
“You’re light.”
“That’s not the point!” Still carrying you easily, Chan walked upstairs while you hid your burning face against his shoulder. The house remained quiet around you both.
Peaceful.
Safe.
Like the entire world had slowed down just for this small moment. Once inside your room, Chan immediately collapsed dramatically onto the bed while still holding you. The blankets tangled around both of you quickly as laughter escaped your lips softly.
Then slowly—
Everything settled.
Your head rested naturally against his chest. His arm tightened securely around your waist beneath the blankets. Your legs tangled together comfortably. And in the darkness, surrounded by distant ocean waves and soft breathing—
Chan whispered quietly above your head,
“Turns out I only needed you to sleep.”
Your heart squeezed painfully warm. You inhaled softly, breathing in his familiar scent.
Comforting.
Home.
“You smell nice… too nice actually.” you murmured sleepily.
Chan laughed quietly beneath you. Then his fingers brushed slowly along your back.
Gentle.
Protective.
And eventually curled safely against him while the ocean sang outside the windows—
STRAY KIDS HYBRIDS AU : OT8 STRAYKIDS X HYBRID RAGDOLL CAT FEM READER
Summary : Hybrids is well known to public, and in the entertainment industry, idols owning hybrids wasn’t unusual. Stray Kids have one, a pure ragdoll cat hybrid. Not as a pet, but more like a family, A Pack for her.
Pairing : Stray Kids OT8 x F!Reader
Tags : Angst ( I love angst), and fluff
A/N : This is my first time writing, so advice, tips and critics are helpful :). English isn't my first language so I used tools to help me write.
The next few days passed like it's supposed to. Not perfect. Not fully healed. But smoother.
The tension that had wrapped so tightly around your chest for weeks finally loosened little by little, enough for you to breathe without constantly feeling like something heavy sat over your ribs. The members became warmer again too, whether because they finally noticed the distance growing between all of you or because schedules lately had forced everyone together longer. Either way, the dorm slowly regained fragments of the warmth it used to hold.
And you clung to those fragments desperately.
Every morning started early, sunlight barely touching the windows before you were already awake in the kitchen, wearing one of your oversized hoodies beneath an apron. Your fluffy cream-colored tail swayed lazily behind you as you moved around preparing breakfast while soft music played from your phone speaker. Eggs sizzling quietly. Rice steaming. The comforting smell of soup filling the dorm little by little.
It became your favorite part of the day again. Because mornings felt honest, sleepy and unfiltered.
The members shuffled in one by one with messy hair and tired eyes, naturally gravitating toward you before they were even fully awake. Lee Know always entered first these days.
Somehow already carrying a warm mug for you.
“Drink this first.”
You turned from the stove with a small blink.
Warm milk. Your ears perked slightly.
“You made it for me?”
Minho only shrugged casually while leaning against the counter.
“You forget to take care of yourself when you’re busy.”
The words settled warmly in your chest.
Quiet affection. The kind Minho gave without making a scene. You accepted the mug with both hands, smiling softly.
“Thank you.” His fingers brushed briefly behind your ear as he passed you.
“You look less dead lately.”
You gasped dramatically.
“I did not look dead!”
“You absolutely did.”
And just like that, your laughter filled the kitchen again.
Soon after, the others began piling in noisily. Felix immediately attached himself to your back while you plated food, wrapping both arms around your waist and pressing his face against your shoulder.
“You’re warm.”
“Lixie, I can't move properly if you cling to me like that.”
“I don't wanna Y/n-ah...”
He mumbled through your shoulder then he kissed your cheek absentmindedly before stealing bacon directly from the pan and ran to quickly sat down.
“Yah!” you protested.
Meanwhile Bang Chan sat at the dining table already sipping coffee, eyes following you around the kitchen quietly. There was something unbearably soft about the way Chan looked at you this morning.
Gentler.
Longer.
Like a lovestruck feelings lingered somewhere beneath his eyes.
“You’re staring,” you stated boldly while setting down plates in front of him. Chan smiled immediately. “Can’t help it.”
“Ugh,” Changbin groaned from beside him. “You sound like someone’s husband.”
Chan only grinned wider. “Maybe I am.”
Your ears instantly flattened in embarrassment while everyone burst out laughing, Changbin pretended to vomit. Then Han appeared dramatically out of nowhere.
“Move.”
Han turned you around and wrapped his hand around your waist from the front, hugging tightly while you whined saying that the breakfast still need to be serve.
“My affection now.”
Changbin immediately protested. “Yah, get off!”
Han ignored him entirely, rubbing his cheek dramatically against your shoulder while pouting. “She likes me more anyway.”
“I literally cooked for all of you,” you laughed.
“Exactly,” Han answered smugly. “Proof of love.”
Changbin looked deeply offended.
And somehow, sitting there listening to everyone bicker over you again felt so painfully domestic your chest almost hurt. Breakfast became slower these days. And longer much to your liking. Nobody rushed to leave immediately anymore.
Seungmin fed you pieces of fruit while pretending he wasn’t.
Jeongin rested his head against your shoulder half-asleep.
Felix complained loudly whenever Minho got more of your attention than him.
At one point, Seungmin suddenly pulled you directly onto his lap while you were trying to clear dishes. You yelped softly in surprise. “Seungmin!”
He only tightened his arms around your waist comfortably.
“You move around too much.”
Felix nearly slammed his spoon down dramatically.
“That’s unfair.”
“She sat on your lap yesterday!”
“And?” Seungmin answered smugly. “Skill issue.”
Your laughter spilled out before you could stop it.
Real laughter.
Not forced.
Not careful.
And hearing it made several members glance toward you instinctively with lightened expressions.
Because they’d missed it too. More than they realized.
Eventually everyone scattered around the dorm preparing for schedules, leaving the kitchen messy with warmth and leftover conversation. Meanwhile you packed essentials carefully into bags while double-checking schedules mentally.
Water bottles.
Medicine.
Extra snacks.
Chargers.
Always prepared.
Always careful.
But when you reached for your tumbler—
It wasn’t there.
You paused.
Blinking slowly.
Weird.
You always carried the same tumbler everywhere. A cream-colored insulated bottle decorated with tiny cat stickers Felix once insisted on buying for you.
You checked your bag again.
Nothing.
The counter.
The sink.
Your room.
Still nothing.
Your brows furrowed deeper the longer you searched.
Because you never lost things.
Especially not daily used things.
And stranger still—
You genuinely couldn’t remember when you last used it. The memory felt blurry somehow. Like trying to grasp smoke. From the hallway Chan’s voice called out. “Baby? What’s taking so long?”
You peeked out from your room.
“I can’t find my tumbler…”
Chan immediately walked over.
“You lost it?”
“I think so…”
Your ears drooped slightly.
“That’s weird.”
Chan stepped inside your room helping you glance around briefly before sighing. “You probably misplaced it at work.”
“I don’t usually forget things…”
“You’ve been busy lately.” Chan gently squeezed your shoulder. “I’ll buy you water later, okay? We gotta go.”
You hesitated. Something about it still bothered you. But eventually you nodded. “Okay.”
The photoshoot studio buzzed with energy all afternoon.
Bright lights.
Music blasting through speakers.
Staff rushing everywhere with makeup kits and clothing racks.
The atmosphere felt exciting rather than stressful though, mostly because the members were in unusually good moods today.
And honestly—
They looked stunning.
Every single one of them.
You sat near the monitors watching the shoot while occasionally snapping photos with your phone whenever the staff got distracted.
Hyunjin looked ethereal beneath the lighting.
Changbin somehow made simple black clothing look devastating.
Felix’s freckles stood out beautifully under soft makeup.
Chan’s smile alone kept making the stylists scream dramatically.
“You guys look too good,” one staff member complained jokingly while reviewing photos.
You nodded immediately. “They really do.”
“Careful,” another stylist teased. “Y/N’s staring too hard.”
Heat instantly crawled into your face.
“Yeah I am...” Too struck with how good looking they are
“You absolutely are.”
The members overheard immediately.
Hyunjin grinned proudly. “Can you blame her?”
“You’re literally flaunting,” Minho sighed. You buried your face behind your phone while everyone laughed.
And for a little while—
Everything felt light again.
“Aren’t you guys looking good today~?”
Your head snapped toward the familiar voice instantly.
Jina.
You hadn’t even noticed her arrive. She stood near the back of the studio smiling pleasantly, coffee cup in hand. But something about her sudden appearance made unease crawl quietly down your spine. Her eyes landed on you almost immediately.
“Oh.” A pause. “You’re here too.” The emphasis on you felt strange.
Subtle.
But noticeable enough your ears twitched slightly. What does she mean by that ?
Still, you smiled politely.
“How’s work going?”
“Good, good.”
Jina approached casually, gaze flickering across you thoughtfully.
“How are you, Y/N?”
Again.
That emphasis.
Like she was testing something invisible.
You laughed awkwardly.
“I’m okay.”
“You’ve looked upset lately.”
The statement caught you off guard.
Not because it was wrong.
But because of the way she said it.
Sweet.
Concerned.
Yet somehow it still made your stomach tighten. Maybe it’s a cat instinct.
“I’m fine,” you answered carefully.
Jina’s brows lifted slightly before she smiled again.
“I’m glad everything’s working out, then.”
Something about the sentence lingered strangely in the air.
You couldn’t explain why.
But suddenly you felt cold.
Jina stood smoothly afterward.
“Well, don’t push yourself too hard.”
Then she walked directly toward the members with effortless familiarity.
Laughing naturally with Chan.
Fixing Hyunjin’s sleeve.
Showing Felix something on her phone.
You watched silently from your seat.
And once again—
That same uneasy feeling settled heavily in your chest.
Because no matter how kind she sounded…
Something always felt wrong around her. Like standing too close to a smile hiding teeth. Maybe it's the cat inside of you, having the instinct and ability to detect bad vibes from people.
“Y/N!”
You startled violently at the sudden voice.
Nearly dropping your phone.
The photoshoot director approached quickly, smiling brightly.
“You scared me…”
“Sorry,” she laughed. “I have an idea. A really great one!”
You blinked. “What idea?”
The director clasped her hands excitedly. “How would you feel about doing your own photoshoot?”
Silence.
Your brain stopped completely.
“…What?”
Several nearby staff members immediately perked up.
“Yes!”
“Oh my god, please say yes.”
“We already have makeup ideas.”
You stared at everyone blankly.
Completely flustered.
“M-Me?”
The director nodded enthusiastically. “The first time I met you, I immediately pictured a concept.”
You blinked again. Still processing nothing.
“You’d fit it perfectly.”
“No, no, I’m not model-like at all—”
“That’s exactly why I want you.”
Your ears flattened shyly.
“What does that even mean…”
The director laughed warmly.
“You have a natural face. Expressive eyes. Soft features. And your hybrid traits make everything visually stunning.” Nearby stylists nodded aggressively in agreement. “We’ve literally talked about this before.”
“You’re gorgeous.”
“You’d photograph beautifully.”
Your entire face burned hotter with every word.
“No way…”
“It doesn’t even need to be published,” the director reassured gently. “I just really want to bring this concept to life.”
You hesitated.
Nervous excitement fluttered strangely inside your chest.
A photoshoot?
You?
Before you could fully answer, suddenly—
Han appeared beside you at lightning speed.
“DO IT.”
You yelped as he grabbed both your hands dramatically before kneeling in front of you. “Please!”
“Han—”
“You’ll look gorgeous.” He looked genuinely excited now.
“Like actually insane. STAYs would lose their minds over you.”
Nearby members immediately agreed.
“Facts.”
“Absolutely.”
“You’d break the internet.”
Han tightened his grip dramatically.
“And WE would go crazy too.”
Then he hit you with the full pout.
Big bobba eyes.
Whining voice.
The devastating combination he knew you couldn’t resist.
“Pleaseeeee?”
You stared at him helplessly. Then at the excited staff surrounding you. Then at the members smiling expectantly nearby. Your heart pounded nervously. But underneath the anxiety…
There was excitement too.
A tiny spark of confidence you hadn’t felt in a very long time.
Maybe…
Maybe this could be fun.
Slowly—
You nodded.
“…Okay.”
The entire room exploded immediately.
And somewhere across the studio—
Jina watched silently. Her smile never wavering but her eyes darkened almost imperceptibly.
The preparation room buzzed with excitement the moment you stepped inside.
It felt completely different from the loud energy of the studio outside. Softer somehow. Warmer. Filled with overlapping conversations, makeup brushes clicking together, steam from curling irons, and the faint scent of perfume and hairspray lingering in the air. The second the door closed behind you, several staff members immediately surrounded you with bright smiles.
“Thank you for agreeing to this.”
“We’ve wanted to style you forever.”
“You’re literally our dream concept.”
Your ears twitched shyly beneath all the attention.
“I’m really not that special…”
A collective groan immediately filled the room.
“No.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Do not start that.”
You laughed softly despite yourself while being guided carefully toward the vanity chair.
The makeup artists adored you openly. One gently brushed your fluffy ears while cooing dramatically about how soft they were. Another lightly touched your tail with sparkling eyes.
“You’re seriously adorable.”
Your cheeks warmed instantly.
“Thank you…”
And strangely—
For the first time in a while, the attention didn’t feel heavy.
It felt nice.
Safe.
"You are beautiful, you should always embraced your beauty Y/n-ssi." Her encouragement stuck in you that day.
The stylists chatted excitedly while working around you carefully, fixing your hair into soft waves that framed your face beautifully. Makeup remained natural and light, just enough to brighten your features without hiding them. A soft pink tint dusted across your cheeks and lips, making your eyes appear warmer beneath the lighting.
Every few minutes someone would pause dramatically just to admire you.
“You have such pretty eyes.”
“Your skin is glowing today.”
“That dress is going to look insane on her.”
Your confidence slowly bloomed under all the kindness.
Not arrogance. Just pure confidence in yourself.
Like maybe you really could look beautiful too.
Eventually the dress arrived.
And when they helped you step into it—
You genuinely froze staring at yourself.
It was soft white fabric scattered with delicate pink floral patterns, the kind that looked almost painted beneath the light. Thin straps rested gently against your shoulders while a ribbon tied neatly across the chest area. The material hugged your figure just enough to flatter you naturally without feeling tight or uncomfortable.
You didn’t have the dramatic body proportions models usually did.
But somehow—
The dress made you feel pretty anyway.
Soft.
Bright.
Summery.
Like the kind of person someone would want to remember.
One stylist placed both hands dramatically over her heart.
“Oh my god.”
Another sniffled jokingly.
“She’s so cute I’m emotional.”
You burst out laughing.
When you finally stepped out into the studio—
Everything stopped.
Not loudly.
Not dramatically.
Just…
Stopped.
Conversations paused.
Cameras lowered.
Several staff members blinked slowly like they genuinely forgot what they were doing.
And the members—
The members looked stunned.
You froze immediately under the sudden silence.
“...What?”
No one answered for a moment.
Then Han whispered faintly—
“Oh, we’re doomed.”
Laughter instantly broke across the studio.
But even then, the members still stared.
Bang Chan looked completely speechless, coffee cup still halfway lifted toward his mouth.
Hyunjin pressed a hand dramatically against his chest like he’d just witnessed something life-changing.
Felix literally looked ready to cry.
And Changbin stared so openly that heat immediately rushed to your face.
One of the stylists giggled proudly behind you.
“Thank you for the reactions.”
The staff surrounding you looked incredibly satisfied, like your appearance alone validated all their hard work.
Meanwhile you could only laugh shyly while smoothing down the dress nervously.
“You’re all exaggerating…”
“We are absolutely not,” Seungmin answered immediately.
“You look insane,” Jeongin added.
Your ears flattened bashfully, giggling from the compliments.
The director clapped happily.
“Okay! Let’s shoot before they start fighting over her.”
The photoshoot theme centered around summer.
Not glamorous luxury summer.
Not dramatic beach magazine summer.
But warmth.
Sunlight.
Soft happiness.
And somehow—
You fit into it naturally.
The set had picnic blankets, flowers, fruit props, warm lighting, and soft pastel backdrops. The director guided you patiently through poses while constantly reassuring you.
“Relax your shoulders.”
“Think soft.”
“Good— yes, exactly like that.”
At first you felt awkward.
But slowly—
You began enjoying yourself.
Laughing naturally.
Holding flowers while sunlight reflected against your skin.
Playing with your own tail absentmindedly between shots.
The staff kept gasping dramatically whenever the preview images appeared on-screen.
Meanwhile the members watched from the side completely invested in every second.
“You guys are staring too hard,” one photographer teased.
“We can’t help it,” Felix complained.
Changbin didn’t even deny it.
Han took approximately eight hundred behind-the-scenes photos.
And somehow their attention didn’t make you anxious this time.
It made you glow.
After nearly an hour, the director finally smiled.
“Ten minute break.”
You immediately bowed politely.
“Thank you for your hard work!”
Then quietly slipped away toward the restroom.
The bathroom felt cool and silent compared to the busy studio.
You washed your hands slowly while staring at your reflection in the mirror.
And honestly—
You looked happy.
Really happy.
Your cheeks still carried a soft pink flush from smiling too much. Your eyes looked brighter than they had in weeks. Even your ears stood higher. A small smile spread across your lips. You actually did it.
Before you could sink too deeply into the moment, the restroom door opened.
Jina walked in.
“Oh, hey!”
You smiled politely.
“Hi.”
She approached beside you naturally, leaning against the sink facing you.
“You look beautiful today.”
Your ears twitched shyly.
“Thank you…”
Jina gently brushed a strand of hair behind your shoulder.
The gesture felt strangely intimate.
Then casually—
“Maybe hold your stomach in a little more though Y/n-ah.”
You blinked.
“What?”
She smiled lightly like she was giving harmless advice.
“Your tummy rolls are showing a little in the dress.”
And before you could process the words—
She playfully pinched lightly at your side where the fabric rested against your waist. " Look at this, so plumpy !" She giggled.
“I just don’t want anyone making fun of it later.”
Still smiling, sounding sweet, like she genuinely cared.
“Oh.. I didn’t notice.”
Jina smiled sympathetically.
“It’s not a huge deal.”
Then she tilted her head slightly.
“You’re not really model-sized after all.”
The air vanished from your lungs.
Your eyes immediately dropped toward your own body.
The dress suddenly felt tighter.
Your stomach suddenly felt bigger.
More visible.
You instinctively wrapped your arms slightly closer around yourself.
Jina continued casually.
“You’re still cute though.”
“I…” you swallowed quietly.
Jina only waved casually while walking toward one of the stalls.
“Just helping.”
The restroom suddenly felt freezing cold.
When you returned to the studio, something inside you had shifted.
Tiny.
But devastating.
Because now you couldn’t stop thinking about your body.
About how the dress hugged your waist.
About whether everyone noticed the softness there.
About whether the photos looked embarrassing.
You became hyper aware of every movement.
Every pose.
Your confidence drained away quietly.
The director noticed first.
“Relax your shoulders again.”
You tried.
But your body felt stiff now.
Awkward.
Wrong.
The members exchanged small glances from the side. Because only twenty minutes ago you’d been glowing. Now you barely looked at the camera. Finally you lowered your hands awkwardly.
“Can we… pause for a second?”
The director blinked gently.
“Of course.”
Immediately Hyunjin approached towering over you. Concern already visible across his face. “What happened?”
You hesitated.
Because saying it aloud sounded ridiculous.
Still—
Quietly, you admitted—
“I think my stomach looks weird in the dress.”
Hyunjin stared at you blankly.
“What?”
“I’m not a model,” you rambled nervously. “And maybe this concept would fit someone prettier or skinnier or—”
Suddenly—
Hyunjin kissed you.
Right on the lips. With his plump pink lips, that every Stays would die for.
Your brain completely stopped functioning.The studio exploded instantly.
“YAH!”
“That’s cheating!”
“UNFAIR!”
Minho eyes got wide.
Han collapsed dramatically onto the floor.
Meanwhile you stood frozen.
Completely stunned.
Your ears burned so hot you thought you might actually combust.
Hyunjin pulled back only slightly, hands cupping your face gently.
“Love...How can you say that,” he murmured softly, “when every single one of us has been completely obsessed with you all day?”
Your breath caught.
Hyunjin smiled faintly. “Seriously. You’ve got everyone falling in love with you all over again.” Nearby, Chan nodded immediately. “True.” Felix groaned dramatically. “She’s been attacking us since she walked out.”
Your entire face flamed deeper.
“Stop—”
“Some of them are literally malfunctioning,” Hyunjin continued teasingly.
“HYUNNIE.”
“What? I’m serious.”
Han pointed aggressively.
“I forgot how to speak earlier!”
The staff burst out laughing.
Meanwhile you buried your face in your hands.
“I’m never coming out there again…”
Hyunjin gently pulled your hands away.
“Hey.”
His voice softened instantly.
“You’re beautiful.”
Not exaggerated.
Not teasing.
Just honest.
“And you looked happiest when you stopped worrying about being perfect. You are literally an art Y/n.”
Your chest tightened painfully.
Because maybe—
Maybe that was true.
The director approached carefully afterward.
“Everything okay?”
Hyunjin explained briefly while rubbing comforting circles against your waist.
The director blinked once.
Then laughed softly.
“Oh sweetheart.”
You looked up nervously.
“This shoot isn’t about having a perfect body.”
She gestured around the set.
“It’s about summer.”
You stayed quiet.
“The warmth of it. The brightness. The happiness people remember.”
Her expression softened warmly.
“And you embody that perfectly.”
Your eyes widened slightly.
“You don’t look like a model,” she admitted gently. “You look real.”
The staff nodded in agreement immediately.
“Comforting.”
“Warm.”
“Pretty in a way people remember.”
“You feel like sunshine.”
Your breath got caught unexpectedly. Because nobody had ever described you that way before. Not beautiful because you were flawless. Beautiful because you felt warm.
The insecurity loosened slightly.
You smiled softly.
Then bowed deeply.
“I’ll do my best.”
The rest of the shoot turned out even better somehow. Once your confidence returned, everything flowed naturally again. The photos captured laughter.
Movement.
Warmth.
Life.
And when the final images were reviewed afterward—
The entire studio collectively lost their minds.
“Oh my god.”
“These are insane.”
“She looks magical.”
Even you stared speechlessly at the screen.
Because somehow—
You looked genuinely beautiful.
Not edited into perfection.
Just… beautiful.
Warm sunlight against soft smiles.
Wind catching your dress.
Your eyes glowing naturally.
Minho immediately pointed at the screen.
“I want every photo.”
Everyone laughed.
“I’m serious,” he insisted. “I’m making an album.”
Felix gasped dramatically.
“That’s actually genius.”
“I want copies too.”
“Me too.”
You laughed helplessly while fanning your burning face with your hands.
The director turned toward you with a pleased smile.
“So?”
You blinked.
“Hm?”
“How does it feel?”
You looked back at the photos slowly.
Then at the staff surrounding you.
The members smiling proudly nearby.
And quietly—
“It feels really precious.”
Your voice cracked slightly from sincerity.
“Thank you so much for letting me experience this.”
The director’s expression softened deeply.
Then carefully—
“How would you feel about publishing them yeah?”
Your eyes widened immediately.
“What?!”
Several staff members nodded excitedly.
“You’d do amazing.”
“People would adore these.”
Instinctively you looked toward the members first. Seeking permission.
Reassurance.
Every single one of them nodded aggressively.
“Yes.”
“Absolutely yes.”
“Please.”
Then you turned nervously toward the managers. One of them smiled.
“If the publisher approves it, we’re okay with it.”
The director laughed confidently.
“They’ll approve it immediately.”
Then with a grin—
“And of course you’ll be paid.”
You froze.
“…Paid?”
The thought hit unexpectedly hard.
Because you’d never really had your own income before.
You lived with the members.
Relied on them.
Everything you had came from them somehow.
But this—
This would be yours.
Your own work.
Your own achievement.
Your eyes lit up instantly.
And before anyone could stop you, you bowed deeply toward every staff member repeatedly.
“Thank you so much! You don’t understand how grateful I am!”
The room filled with laughter and applause immediately. Everyone looked happy proud.
Everyone except one person.
From the far corner of the studio, Jina sat quietly with crossed legs and a drink resting in her hand.
Watching.
Smiling faintly.
But irritation burned clearly beneath her expression now.
Love the 9 lives and im honestly imagining the reader just getting sewerslide thoughts bc wtf is Jina doing that hoe bitchass and like since readee is getting blame they get depressed idk but thats how it looks since like everyone is snapping at them UGH just a thought
that is what I’m aiming for actually to build up “tension or pressure” for it to outburst in the future but I don’t want Y/n to be a weak character too, so I’m trying to build up character development flow of Y/n too :)
STRAY KIDS HYBRIDS AU : OT8 STRAYKIDS X HYBRID RAGDOLL CAT FEM READER
Summary : Hybrids is well known to public, and in the entertainment industry, idols owning hybrids wasn’t unusual. Stray Kids have one, a pure ragdoll cat hybrid. Not as a pet, but more like a family, A Pack for her.
Pairing : Stray Kids OT8 x F!Reader
Tags : Angst ( I love angst), and fluff
A/N : This is my first time writing, so advice, tips and critics are helpful :). English isn't my first language so I used tools to help me write.
Thank you all, but I'm gonna closed the taglist because I can’t tag more people, it’s full.
Peace never really lasted long. The tension returned quietly.
Subtly.
Like water slowly filling a room.
It started with small misunderstandings. Tiny things.
Barely noticeable individually.
Yet somehow every incident chipped away at you piece by piece.
Until eventually—
Even the members started looking at you differently sometimes.
Confused.
Concerned.
Wary.
It happened three days later.
You’d just finished helping fold laundry when loud voices suddenly echoed from the living room.
“What happened to this?!”
Han’s voice thundered out of his room, he rushed to the living room with heavy step. You walked out instinctively to see what had happened. Minho, Chan, Changbin and Hyunjin gathered near the couch staring at something in Han’s hands. Your stomach dropped instantly.
A sweater.
Cream-colored.
Shredded badly across one sleeve.
The fabric looked clawed apart.
Han stared at it in disbelief. “This is my favorite sweater…”
Your ears lowered immediately. You recognized it. Han lent it to you three days ago because you said it smelled so nice and comforting with his scent on it. You remembered wearing it once before tossing it into the dirty laundry bin afterward.
That was it.
Before you could even process anything—
Jina suddenly appeared from the kitchen with the rest of the Maknaes. She’s there because Felix invited her to movie night and apparently they were preparing snacks and drink.
“Oh my god, what happened?” Her eyes widened dramatically seeing the sweater. “Han, isn’t that your favorite one?” Han only can nodded sadly still staring down the sweater in his hand.
“Yeah…”
Jina moved closer sympathetically and rubbed his shoulder. “Aww…”
Then—
Her gaze shifted toward you. Sharp.
“How could you do that to him?”
The room suddenly felt very still.
You blinked with confusion.
“…What?”
“He literally lent it to you because he was being nice.”
Your heartbeat stumbled.
“No, I didn’t—”
Jina tilted her head lightly.
“Then how did it get clawed up like that?”
Everyone’s eyes slowly drifted toward your hands.
Toward your nails.
Your stomach dropped violently. How could she accused you like that.
“I—”
“Only you have claws in here, and it's pretty obvious that poor sweater got clawed up” Jina continued softly, sounding like she's concern to others but not you.
Not loud but reasonable.
Which somehow made it worse.
The room suddenly felt suffocating.
Too many eyes.
Too much silence.
Your breathing turned uneven instantly.
“It wasn’t me,” you whispered.
But it sounded weak even to yourself.
Han looked conflicted.
Not angry.
Just confused.
“I mean…” he muttered softly, “maybe just be more careful next time?” looking at me with sad boba eyes. Accusation linger in his eyes.
Next time?
Like it was already decided that the culprit is really you.
Your chest constricted painfully.
“It wasn’t me,” you repeated.
Quieter now.
Your ears flattened low.
Nobody answered immediately.
Then softly—
Felix spoke.
“Maybe we should trim your nails a little, Sunny.”
You looked up instantly wide-eyed.
Your nails.
The nails the members once adored painting for you.
Chan choosing colors carefully.
Hyunjin decorating tiny gems onto them.
Felix holding your hands gently while waiting for polish to dry.
“You have such pretty hands,” they used to tell you.
Now—
Now your claws sounded dangerous and problematic. Something needing to be fixed.
You instinctively grabbed your own hands tightly.
Protectively.
“…Okay,” you whispered automatically.
Even though deep down you already knew you wouldn’t do it.
The room slowly dispersed afterward.
Conversation moving on awkwardly.
The other returning to the kitchen to grabbed the snack they prepared earlier.
Like nothing happened. But you remained standing there feeling so small and humiliated. Trying desperately not to cry over a stupid sweater.
Eventually only one person stayed behind.
Seungmin
You didn’t notice him approaching until he stopped directly in front of you.
Quietly, gently—
He slipped one hand beneath your chin. Lifting your face carefully. Your watery eyes met his. The other hand moved to your head. Softly petting between your ears.
Comforting.
Steady.
“Y/N.”
His voice stayed calm. Gentle.
“Tell me honestly.”
A whimper escape involuntarily from you.
“Was it really you?”
The question should’ve hurt.
Instead somehow it felt like relief.
Because unlike everyone else…
Seungmin sounded like he actually wanted the answer.
Not assumptions.
Not easy conclusions.
Just the truth.
Your eyes burned fiercely.
“It wasn’t me,” you said firmly this time.
Not small.
Not weak.
Just hurt.
Frustrated.
Certain.
Seungmin held your gaze for several long seconds.
Then nodded once.
“Okay.”
That was it.
No hesitation.
No doubt.
Just—
Okay.
And somehow that tiny bit of trust nearly made you cry harder than the accusations did.
He directed you to sit on a sofa with him, and draped a blanket to you.
After the sweater incident, something inside you quietly changed.
Not all at once.
Not dramatically.
Just slowly.
Like a candle burning lower and lower every day. You became more careful around the members after that. Too careful.
You watched your claws constantly now, fingers curling into your sleeves whenever someone got close.
You stopped casually leaning on them.
Stopped climbing into laps.
Stopped touching first.
Even your tail seemed quieter lately, no longer wrapping around wrists or brushing affectionately against their legs without thought.
The members noticed eventually. Just not in the way you hoped.
“Y/N, you’re acting weird.”
You nearly dropped the water bottles you were carrying at Felix’s words.
“I’m not weird,” you answered quickly.
Too quickly.
Felix tilted his head slightly.
“You’ve been avoiding everyone.”
“I’m not.”
But even you heard the weakness in your voice.
Because you were.
Not intentionally.
You were just… scared.
Scared of bothering them.
Scared of being annoying again.
Scared of accidentally doing something wrong.
So instead, you hovered at a distance now.
Still helpful.
Still smiling.
Still trying your hardest.
Just quieter.
Smaller.
You helped staff prepare stage outfits.
You organized schedules.
You cleaned endlessly.
You offered massages whenever practices ran late.
“Do your shoulders hurt?”
“Anyone want help stretching?”
“Chan, you’ve been hunched over too long.”
Sometimes they accepted.
Mostly they smiled apologetically and declined.
“It’s okay.”
“You should rest instead.”
“Maybe later.”
Always later.
Later never came anymore.
The anxiety settled into your body quietly after that.
You stopped sleeping properly.
Dark circles formed beneath your eyes.
Your appetite disappeared little by little.
Even your ears drooped more often now.
Still—
Whenever anyone looked your way, you smiled immediately.
Bright.
Cheerful.
Easy.
Like nothing hurt at all.
One evening there was a soft knock on your bedroom door. You sat up immediately from where you’d been laying on the bed. “…Come in?”
The door creaked open carefully. I.N peeked inside. Your face brightened automatically. “Jeongin?”
He stepped in quietly.
Unlike the others lately, he looked at you carefully.
Really carefully.
“How are you?”
The question caught you off guard.
For a split second, something vulnerable almost surfaced.
But instinct kicked in first.
You smiled brightly.
“I’m good!”
Lie.
“I’m really excited about the new project too, hope Stays will like it like I do.” Another lie. Your tail swished weakly behind you trying to sell the act.
Jeongin didn’t answer immediately. Instead he sat beside you on the bed silently. The mattress dipped slightly beneath his weight. You felt oddly nervous under his gaze.
“What?”
“You look tired.”
Your smile faltered briefly.
“I’m okay.”
His brows furrowed softly.
“There are dark circles under your eyes.” He brought his hand to your cheek, brushing it with his thumb.
Your ears twitched downward automatically.
You quickly laughed it off.
“I just haven’t slept much.”
“Why?”
You froze.
Because how could you answer honestly?
Because I cry too much at night lately.
Because I overthink every interaction until morning.
Because I’m terrified you all don’t love me the same anymore.
Instead you shrugged lightly.
“Busy.”
Jeongin stared at you for a long moment.
Then suddenly—
“Massage me.”
You blinked.
“…Huh?”
His lips curved slightly. “My shoulders hurt.”
The change in your expression was immediate. Your ears perked upright instantly. Your tail swished rapidly behind you. “Really?!”
Jeongin laughed softly at your reaction. “Yeah.”
You nodded aggressively. “Mhm! Okay!”
The happiness that flooded your face made something ache strangely in Jeongin’s chest. Like he’d forgotten how desperate you’d become for tiny moments of being needed. He thought back to last few days where he noticed how antsy you looked standing near the members or in the corner for practice room.
In his and Chan's room, you sat behind him carefully while he relaxed against the edge of his bed.
“Tell me if I press too hard.”
“Okay.”
Your fingers moved gently against his shoulders.
Experienced and careful.
Years of taking care of the members made you surprisingly good at things like this. Jeongin practically melted after only a few minutes.
“Oh my god.”
You giggled softly.
“Too much pressure?”
“No,” he groaned dramatically. “This is amazing.”
Your tail puffed proudly.
“Really?”
“You’re so good at this.”
Warmth bloomed through your chest instantly.
You pressed gently against a tense spot near his shoulder blades.
Jeongin hissed quietly.
“Ow— okay, maybe not there.”
“Sorry!”
“No, no, keep going.”
Eventually his posture loosened completely.
Eyes half-lidded.
Breathing slower.
Relaxed.
“You always take care of us,” he murmured sleepily.
Your hands paused briefly.
“I like taking care of you guys.”
Jeongin smiled faintly.
“You’re too kind.”
Your heart fluttered unexpectedly. Because once upon a time, hearing things like that made you happy. Now it almost made you sad, because it reminds you how much you needed those kind words from the members. Like kindness was the only thing you were valued for anymore.
Still, you smiled anyway.
At least tonight someone needed you again.
Later, after the massage ended, Jeongin stretched lazily across the bed before glancing toward you.
“Sleep here tonight.”
Your eyes widened.
“Huh?”
He shrugged casually.
“Everything’s tense lately because of how hectic work is.”
Then quieter—
“And I really wanna cuddle you right now.”
It’s so rare to see Jeongin being so affectionate, not to you tho. He loves you so much, basically he doesn’t hold back his affection for you. You nodded quickly.
“…Okay, let me get ready for bed.”
That night felt peaceful for the first time in weeks. Jeongin wrapped around you sleepily while mumbling nonsense half-asleep. Your tail curled around his wrist.
And for several precious hours—
The loneliness eased.
After that, hope returned dangerously fast. Maybe things really could go back to normal. Maybe you just needed to try harder.
So you did.
You became brighter again.
More affectionate.
More present.
You laughed louder during schedules.
Cheered them on during rehearsals.
Brought snacks unexpectedly.
Played around more.
And slowly—
Some of the members started responding again.
Not fully.
But enough to keep your heart chasing after them desperately.
Then one afternoon, something unexpected happened.
“We’re taking you out.”
You blinked at Hyunjin in confusion.
“…What?”
“Date day,” Felix added cheerfully.
Your ears shot upright.
“With us.”
You stared blankly.
Outside?
Publicly?
That almost never happened. Not because hybrids were hated. Actually, hybrids were adored publicly. Especially idols’ hybrids. Fans even made edits, collected merchandise, and ran fanpages. Some hybrids even modeled professionally or became ambassadors themselves.
And STAYs—
STAYs loved you.
Even though you rarely appeared publicly, clips of you helping the members spread online constantly.
Fans adored your fluffy Ragdoll ears.
Your soft and cute personality.
The way the members spoiled you.
There were entire accounts dedicated to “SKZ’s hidden ninth member.”
But despite that—
The members still worried.
People online could be cruel sometimes.
Possessive.
Jealous.
And the boys hated the idea of anyone hurting you.
So public outings stayed rare.
Which made this feel even more special.
The day outside felt almost unreal.
Warm sunlight.
Crowded streets.
Hyunjin buying you expensive desserts dramatically.
Felix laughing every time your ears twitched at loud noises.
You visited clothing stores.
Small cafés.
Bookshops.
A park near the river.
And for the first time in weeks—
You genuinely laughed.
Not forced.
Not careful.
Real laughter.
At one point Felix held your hand while crossing the street absentmindedly.
At another, Hyunjin tucked a strand of hair behind your ear while complaining your style was “wasted potential.”
“You’d look pretty in softer colors.”
“I like black hoodies.”
“You dress like a tired college student.”
“You dress like a divorced art professor.”
Felix nearly choked laughing between you both.
You needed this more than you realized. Needed them. Needed proof you still belonged beside them.
At the park, children pointed excitedly at your ears. Other hybrids smiled knowingly as they passed. A tiny bunny hybrid waved shyly toward you. You waved back immediately.
Felix snapped a candid photo while laughing.
“Cute.”
“No pictures!”
“Too late.”
Hyunjin smirked.
“STAYs would explode if they saw this.”
Your tail swished shyly behind you.
And for a little while—
Everything felt warm again.
Like home.
But not everyone was happy about it.
Back at the company building, Jina watched from across the hallway as Felix showed Chan photos from the outing.
You laughing.
Hyunjin feeding you cake.
Your smiling eyes crinkled happily in sunlight.
The members looked lighter too.
More affectionate again.
Jina’s jaw tightened subtly.
Annoyance flickered sharply across her face.
Because despite everything—
You were still slipping back into their hearts.
Still loved.
Still theirs.
Her nails tapped slowly against her coffee cup.
Then—
A small smile spread across her lips.
Sharp.
Calculated.
Almost amused.
“Oh,” she murmured softly to herself.
“If that’s how it is…” Another idea already formed quietly in her mind.
STRAY KIDS HYBRIDS AU : OT8 STRAYKIDS X HYBRID RAGDOLL CAT FEM READER
Summary : Hybrids is well known to public, and in the entertainment industry, idols owning hybrids wasn’t unusual. Stray Kids have one, a pure ragdoll cat hybrid. Not as a pet, but more like a family, A Pack for her.
Pairing : Stray Kids OT8 x F!Reader
Tags : Angst ( I love angst) (and a little fluff)
A/N : This is my first time writing. Commenting means a lot to me. Open to advice, tips and critics :). English isn't my first language so I used tools to help me write.
I know it hurts, but let me build up the tension first :] Buckle Up Cuz This Roller Coaster Of Emotional Not Gonna Stop.
The hallway blurred slightly through your watery eyes as you walked away from the living room.
Your wrist still tingled faintly where Changbin had grabbed it.
Not painful.
Just warm.
Lingering.
Like proof that something real had happened.
You rubbed at your eyes quickly with your sleeve before anyone could see.
Stupid.
You were being stupid.
Changbin was stressed.
Everyone was stressed.
You should understand that better than anyone.
So why did it feel like your chest was caving in anyway?
The dorm suddenly felt unfamiliar tonight.
Not home.
Just walls.
Doors.
Voices behind them that no longer seemed to belong to you.
Still—
There is one more room.
Just one more try.
If this failed too, maybe then you’d finally stop bothering everyone.
Soft game sounds echoed faintly from behind the last occupied bedroom door.
Han’s voice chirped loudly through the wood.
Something about losing points.
Something dramatic and exaggerated.
Normally it would’ve made you smile.
Tonight it only made your throat ache from nervousness.
You stood there hesitating for several long seconds.
Your hand hovered near the door.
What if they were busy too?
What if you annoyed them again?
What if—
Before you could lose courage completely, you knocked softly.
A pause.
Then Han’s distracted voice floated out.
“Come innn—”
You slowly opened the door and letting your head peeked inside.
The room glowed dimly from warm bedside lighting.
Han sat cross-legged on the floor near the bed, completely invested in his mobile game with headphones crooked around his neck.
Meanwhile Lee Know leaned comfortably against the headboard scrolling through something on his tablet.
Unlike everyone else tonight—
Minho noticed you immediately.
His eyes lifted from the screen.
And softened instantly, small smile display on his lips.
“There you are, Kitten.”
Like he was waiting for you, his voice was calm.
Warm.
Like slipping beneath blankets after standing in the cold too long.
Then he patted the empty space beside him on the bed.
“Come here.”
Your chest tightened painfully at how easy the invitation sounded.
No hesitation.
No annoyance.
No confusion over why you wanted affection.
Just—
Come here.
Your tail twitched weakly behind you.
Slowly, quietly, you padded toward the bed.
Minho shifted automatically to make space for you before you even climbed up.
And the second you settled beside him—
Something inside you cracked open.
Because he smelled familiar.
Comforting.
Safe.
Laundry detergent.
Cat treats he secretly kept hidden.
The faintest trace of his shampoo.
Without really thinking, you curled into him completely hugging him to nuzzled your head on his clothes.
Your body practically folding against his side before slowly laying across his lap.
Small.
Heavy.
Exhausted.
Your head rested near his stomach while your fluffy tail curled limply around yourself.
The second Minho’s hand moved behind your ears—
You purred.
Instinctively but weak.
The sound embarrassed you normally but tonight you were too tired to care. Because he knew exactly where to pet.
Exactly the right pressure.
Exactly the right spot.
Years of taking care of cats made his touch almost unfairly comforting.
Your eyes fluttered shut immediately.
“There’s the spoiled baby,” Minho murmured softly.
Not teasing.
Fond.
He kissed lightly your fluffy ears making it twitched from the sudden touch.
Your throat tightened dangerously.
You missed this.
You missed him.
You missed being touched like you mattered.
Across the room, Han glanced over briefly from his game.
“Oh, hi Y/N.”
You lifted one weak hand in greeting.
“Hi…”
Han returned his attention to the screen almost immediately.
“What was that yelling earlier?” Han asked.
Your ears twitched slightly downward.
Right.
Changbin shouting.
The memory made shame crawl hot through your chest again.
“I accidentally bothered Changbin while he was working,” you mumbled quietly.
Han burst out laughing immediately.
“Yeah, don’t ever do that again.”
Your smile weakened automatically. “Yeah… I’m sorry.”
The apology slipped out so naturally now it barely felt voluntary anymore.
Minho’s fingers paused briefly behind your ear. His gaze dropped toward you slowly. The room stayed quiet for a second too long.
Han continued button-mashing loudly without noticing anything strange.
But Minho noticed.
Minho always noticed strange things.
Your ears remained flat.
Your body unusually still.
Even your purring sounded weaker than usually.
The edge of your eyes a little red, a sign where someone has been crying. A tear burns.
Carefully, Minho resumed petting you again.
“It’s okay,” he said softly.
The gentleness nearly hurt worse.
Because nobody had spoken gently to you all night.
You pressed your face slightly deeper against his stomach.
Minho tilted his head faintly while studying you.
“…What’s going on?”
You froze.
His voice stayed calm.
No pressure.
No judgment.
Just quiet concern.
“You’ve been weird lately, kitten...”
Your chest tightened painfully.
Because suddenly you wanted to say everything.
That you felt lonely.
That everyone felt farther away lately.
That every little rejection felt like tiny cuts piling over each other.
That you felt guilty for even hurting this much because nobody was technically doing anything wrong.
That you were scared one day they’d realize they didn’t need you anymore.
The words crowded your throat painfully.
But nothing came out.
Because how could you say something so selfish?
Instead—
The only truth your exhausted heart managed to push out was a tiny whisper.
“…I missed you.”
Minho blinked slowly.
Your voice cracked slightly on the last word.
“I missed you so much.”
Silence.
Han’s game sounds filled the room noisily in the background.
But near the bed—
Everything suddenly felt very still.
Minho looked down at you carefully now.
Really carefully.
Like he was finally seeing something he’d overlooked before.
“…What?”
You didn’t answer.
Couldn’t.
Because exhaustion hit all at once the moment someone finally let you stay close.
Your body felt unbearably heavy.
Your eyes burned.
Your thoughts tangled together uselessly.
Too many feelings.
Too much loneliness.
Too much pretending you were okay.
Minho’s hand kept stroking slowly behind your ears.
Steadily grounding you.
Your breathing gradually softened.
Then slowed.
You didn’t even realize you were falling asleep until consciousness already started slipping away.
The last thing you felt clearly was Minho adjusting slightly so your neck wouldn’t hurt.
The last thing you heard was his quiet voice.
“…Y/N?”
No response.
Just soft purring and slow breathing against his lap.
Minho stared down at you for more several moments.
Confused.
Concerned.
Because something about this didn’t feel right.
You weren’t normally this fragile.
Not this quiet.
Not this desperate for affection.
Your tail twitched faintly in your sleep, curling tighter around yourself.
Like even unconscious, you were trying to protect your own heart.
Minho frowned slightly.
Then looked toward Han.
“What happened in the studio earlier?”
Han finally paused his game enough to glance up.
“Hm?”
“With Y/N.”
Han blinked blankly.
“What about her?”
Minho’s hand continued absentmindedly petting your ears while you slept heavily against him.
“She’s upset.”
Han looked genuinely confused.
“She is?”
Minho stared at him incredulously for a second.
“You seriously don’t see it?”
Han frowned slightly now, finally taking a better look at you curled up asleep.
Messy hair.
Flattened ears even in sleep.
Faint dried tear tracks near your cheeks.
His expression shifted slightly.
“…Oh.”
But even then—
He still didn’t fully understand.
None of them did.
Because they thought this was temporary.
Just moodiness.
Jealousy.
Neediness. Not realizing your heart had been breaking quietly for weeks right in front of them.
Warmth.
That was the first thing you noticed.
Warm arms around your waist. A soft blanket pulled up to your shoulders. Gentle fingers absentmindedly combing through your hair.
For a few blissfully disoriented seconds, you thought maybe everything had gone back to normal.
Then someone shook you lightly.
“Hey Beautiful~.”
A familiar voice chirped near your ear.
“Wake uppp.”
You blinked slowly awake.
Your vision blurred before finally focusing on Han grinning down at you brightly.
And only then did you realize—
You weren’t lying on Minho anymore.
At some point during the night, Han had apparently moved beside you and pulled you against his chest in his sleep.
Your head rested beneath his chin while one of his arms stayed loosely wrapped around your waist. The position felt strangely intimate.
Han’s eyes crinkled when he noticed your confused expression.
“You sleep like a literal cat.”
Your ears twitched weakly.
“…Sorry.”
Han immediately pinched your cheek.
“There it is again.”
“Hm?”
“That apologizing thing.” He squished your cheeks lightly. “You’ve been saying sorry way too much lately.”
Your chest tightened faintly.
You tried to smile anyway.
Han thankfully didn’t push further.
Instead he adjusted the blanket around you dramatically.
“Minho hyung already woke up early and started breakfast, so you don’t have to worry about kitchen duty today.”
Your eyes widened instantly.
“Oh no—”
“And,” Han continued over you, grinning, “if you wanna sleep more, I can cuddle you back to sleep because you looked ridiculously cute earlier.”
The image alone made heat crawl up your neck.
“Oh stop it...”
Han stared at you blankly.
Then burst out laughing.
“You literally purred in your sleep.”
Your ears flattened in embarrassment immediately.
“I did not.”
“You did,” he said smugly. “Minho hyung heard it too. I have videos for proof”
Mortification flooded through you. You quickly untangled yourself from the blankets and sat up. Han sat up too.
“No, it’s okay,” you mumbled. “I’ll help Minho.”
Han caught your cheeks again before you could escape.
“You are too sweet, seriously.”
He squished your face affectionately.
“Our little kitten works too hard.”
The words warmed your chest painfully.
Because this—
This felt like before. Before things got strange. Before every interaction made you overthink yourself sick.
You leaned unconsciously into his touch for half a second too long before pulling away.
“I’ll go now.”
Han watched you quietly as you stood.
Something thoughtful flickered briefly behind his eyes.
Like he noticed how desperate you seemed for even tiny scraps of affection lately. But before he could say anything, you were already padding out into the hallway.
The dorm smelled like breakfast.
Warm rice.
Eggs.
Coffee.
The sound of quiet morning chatter drifted from the kitchen.
For a moment, your chest eased.
Maybe things really were getting better.
Maybe last night was just stress.
Maybe you were overthinking everything.
When you stepped into the kitchen, several members already sat around the dining table.
Felix leaned sleepily against the counter drinking juice.
Seungmin scrolled through his phone.
I.N complained dramatically about being awake.
And in the middle of it all—
Lee Know stood cooking quietly.
Domestic.
Your heart softened immediately making you sighed a little relieve.
But then you noticed one person missing.
Changbin.
Your stomach twisted slightly.
Last night replayed again in your mind.
His frustration.
His gaze.
The way shame still lingered heavy in your chest.
You turned instinctively toward the hallway.
Maybe you should apologize again properly—
THUMP.
You walked directly into someone’s chest.
Strong hands immediately grabbed your shoulders to steady you.
“Woah.”
You blinked upward.
Changbin stared down at you with wide eyes.
“You okay?”
Your ears twitched.
“…Mhm.”
For a brief second neither of you moved.
Then suddenly—
Changbin pulled you into him.
Tight.
Warm.
Immediate.
Your breath caught.
One of his hands cradled the back of your head gently while the other settled against the small of your back.
Pressing you against him completely.
His face buried briefly into your shoulder.
And quietly—
“I’m sorry.”
The kitchen stilled slightly.
You froze.
Changbin’s grip tightened.
“I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that.”
Your heart squeezed painfully.
“I didn’t mean it that way,” he continued softly. “I was stressed about the project and took it out on you.”
His voice sounded genuinely guilty.
“I know.”
“No,” he murmured. “You came because you needed comfort and I pushed you away.”
The members nearby glanced over quietly but didn’t interrupt.
Changbin pulled back just enough to look at you properly.
“You know I’d give you all the cuddles you want, right?”
The tenderness in his voice nuzzled nicely in your ears down to your heart. Because this was the Changbin you knew.
Soft.
Protective.
Affectionate.
Your eyes stung slightly.
Still, instinctively—
You apologized again.
“I’m sorry for bothering you.”
Changbin’s expression fell immediately.
“Y/N.”
“You were busy.”
“That doesn’t matter.”
You looked down quietly.
“But it does.”
Changbin sighed heavily before hugging you once more.
Softer this time.
“You shouldn’t have to beg us for attention.”
The words lodged painfully in your chest.
Because lately…
That’s exactly what it felt like you were doing.
Still, you forced a small smile and patted his back gently.
“It’s alright now.”
You pulled away slowly.
“Let’s just eat, Bin.”
Changbin studied your face for a long moment.
Like he knew something still wasn’t right.
But eventually he nodded.
“Okay.”
And for a little while— Things almost felt normal again.
STRAY KIDS HYBRIDS AU : OT8 STRAYKIDS X HYBRID RAGDOLL CAT FEM READER
Summary : Hybrids is well known to public, and in the entertainment industry, idols owning hybrids wasn’t unusual. Stray Kids have one, a pure ragdoll cat hybrid. Not as a pet, but more like a family, A Pack for her.
Pairing : Stray Kids OT8 x F!Reader
Tags : Angst ( I love angst), and fluff
A/N : This is my first time writing. Commenting means a lot to me. Open to advices, tips and critics :). English isn't my first language so I used tools to help me write.
Thank you all for the comments, likes, and reblogs. Prepare for the Emotional Roller Coaster. Because the Ups and Downs make it fun and your heart pounding.
The hallway suddenly felt too long after leaving Felix’s room.
Too quiet.
Too cold.
You stood there for several seconds staring at the closed door you, listening to their laughter muffled through the wood.
They’d already moved on.
Another round started.
Another burst of yelling.
Another joke.
And not once did anyone notice you were gone.
Your tail hung limply behind you as you slowly turned away.
It’s okay.
They’re just busy.
Don’t be dramatic.
Don’t be greedy.
The thoughts repeated in your head like a punishment.
You tried to believe them.
You really did.
Calming yourself down, you took a several deep breaths, drying the small tears away.
Your feet dragged you, warm light spilled from the living room ahead.
You could hear soft music playing from someone’s laptop speakers along with the quiet clicking of keyboard keys. Soft humming and pencil scratching the paper, could be heard faintly too.
Maybe here.
Maybe someone here would still want you close.
Even just for a little while.
You carefully padded into the room.
Bang Chan and Changbin sat cross-legged on the floor, facing each other only to be separated by the wide wood coffee table surrounded by lyric sheets, cables, empty coffee cups, and open laptops.
Meanwhile Hyunjin lounged across the couch, phone held above his face while scrolling lazily.
The room smelled faintly like coffee and fabric softener.
Usually comforting.
Tonight it only made your chest ache.
You stood awkwardly near the entrance.
“…Hi.”
Three heads lifted briefly.
“Oh, hey.”
Chan smiled distractedly before looking back down at the laptop.
Hyunjin hummed a casual greeting still looking at his phone.
Changbin only raised a hand absentmindedly without looking up.
It wasn’t cold.
It wasn’t mean.
Just…
Distant.
Like talking to someone passing by.
Your ears twitched uncertainly.
Still, you walked further inside.
“Can I…” your voice came out smaller than intended, “can I have cuddles?”
Silence lingered for half a second.
Then Hyunjin answered first.
“Sorry, love.”
His eyes stayed on his phone.
“Not in the mood right now.”
You loved it when Hyunjin called you that.
You swallowed quietly.
“Oh… okay.”
Usually Hyunjin adored cuddling.
He called you his “living plushie.”
He’d pull you into his lap during movies.
Rest his face against your fluffy ears.
Wrap your tail around his wrist absentmindedly while scrolling through social media.
Now he barely glanced at you.
You tried again softly.
“What are you busy with?”
No answer.
At first you thought he hadn’t heard you.
So carefully, you came closer, sat down on the floor beside his head.
Close enough for your shoulder to brush his arm.
Your tail curled into a question mark while you leaned slightly to peek at his phone screen.
Hyunjin giggled softly.
Just amused.
“You wouldn’t understand anyway.”
Before you could respond, he ruffled your hair lightly.
The familiar touch nearly made you melt from relief.
But then—
“I want to understand,” you replied quickly.
The desperation in your own voice embarrassed you instantly.
“I-I mean… you can explain it to me.”
Hyunjin smiled absently at the screen again.
“A hybrid like you shouldn’t worry about this stuff.”
Your stomach dropped.
A hybrid like you.
A hybrid.
Your ears lowered slightly.
“Oh…”
“It’s just fashion stuff,” he continued casually. “I’m trying to pick something out for Jina.”
Jina.
Of course.
“She likes this style.”
He showed you several photos briefly.
Expensive coats.
Accessories.
Jewelry.
You stared blankly even though you genuinely tried to focus.
Mostly because you were still stuck on the phrase a hybrid like you.
Once upon a time Hyunjin spent hours explaining art and fashion to you because he loved your reactions.
He said you noticed emotions in things other people overlooked.
Now suddenly you “wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you repeated weakly.
"And you, Love, need to improve how you style." He teased you lightly.
You gasped, trying to play along with his teasing poorly.
Hyunjin chuckled and finally sat up from the couch with a stretch.
“I’m heading to bed.”
Then he smiled lightly.
“Goodnight, love.”
Before you could even answer, he disappeared down the hallway.
Leaving behind the faint scent of his perfume and a hollow ache in your chest.
The living room suddenly felt much bigger.
Much emptier just from one person leaving.
You sat there awkwardly for several moments before slowly crawled approaching Chan and Changbin on the coffee table.
They remained focused on their work.
Typing.
Crossing things out.
Discussing beats quietly.
Normally they’d immediately pull you between them somehow.
Chan would pat the space beside him.
Changbin would grab your wrist and drag you closer dramatically.
Not tonight.
Still…
You tried.
“…Can one of you pet me?”
Chan blinked up finally.
“What?”
You shuffled nervously closer to him.
“Or cuddle…”
His brows furrowed in confusion.
“What’s with you tonight? It's not usual you crave this much affection, Baby”. You could hear a little worry in his voice.
The question made heat crawl across your face immediately.
Because suddenly you sounded pathetic and embarrassing even to yourself.
“I just…”
Lonely.
Sad.
Scared.
“...I dunno.”
Chan sighed softly, exhaustion heavy in his expression.
“Sorry Baby, but we’re working.”
“I know.”
You quickly scooted beside him anyway.
Close enough that your knees touched.
Then carefully—
You took his free hand that is beside you.
Warm and familiar.
Your chest tightened painfully at the feeling alone.
Slowly, gently, you guided his hand toward your cheek.
Instinctively rubbing against his palm.
A silent plea.
Please love me.
Please notice me.
Please.
For one tiny second Chan froze.
Then suddenly—
He tugged his hand away.
Not violently.
Not harshly.
Just lightly.
Like he genuinely needed it back.
“Sorry,” he muttered distractedly. “I need to finish this project.”
Your hand remained suspended awkwardly in the air.
Empty.
“Oh…”
Chan already turned back toward the laptop.
The rejection wasn’t even important enough to linger in his mind.
Meanwhile your chest felt like it physically hurt.
Still—
Changbin.
Changbin always gave the best cuddles.
Surely Changbin wouldn’t mind.
You turned toward him slowly.
“…Binnie?”
No response.
He continued scribbling aggressively across papers.
You poked his arm gently.
“Can I cuddle you while you work?”
Nothing.
Maybe he didn’t hear.
So you poked him again lightly.
“Binnie?”
Still no answer.
You tried one last time.
Soft.
Careful.
Almost pleading.
“Please?”
Suddenly—
“Yah!”
You flinched from the sudden outburst.
Changbin whipped around sharply, frustration exploding across his face.
“Stop bothering me, I’m busy!”
The room fell silent instantly.
Even Chan looked up.
Your ears flattened completely against your head.
Your tail instinctively curled tightly around your waist.
“Oh…”
Your voice barely existed.
But confusion hurt almost as much as fear.
Because usually—
Usually Changbin loved when you clung to him.
Even during work.
Especially during work.
You’d curl beside him while he produced music and he’d absentmindedly pet your tail.
Sometimes he’d rest his head against yours during breaks.
Sometimes he literally dragged you into his lap complaining you weren’t affectionate enough.
So you tried again quietly.
“…But you usually don’t mind…”
“I said I’m busy.”
Sharper now.
Lower.
Controlled anger.
You stared at him helplessly.
Not understanding.
Not keeping up.
Your voice became tiny.
“I can be quiet—”
Before you finished, Changbin suddenly grabbed your wrist that’s trying to reach him out.
Firm.
Not enough to hurt.
But enough to shock you silent instantly.
He looked directly into your eyes.
And somehow that hurt worst of all.
Because there was irritation there.
Real irritation.
It made you looked down to avoid his intimidated stare.
“Y/N,” he said tightly, “stop. I’m working. You need to understand that.”
Your breath caught painfully.
Understand.
Right.
You always had to understand.
Understand schedules.
Understand exhaustion.
Understand stress.
Understand being busy.
Understand being replaced little by little because everyone else had lives outside of you.
You always understood.
So why did it still hurt this much?
“Bin.”
Chan’s warning cut softly through the room.
Changbin immediately loosened his grip.
Like realization hit him too late.
He let go quickly.
Your wrist fell back limply into your lap.
The silence afterward felt unbearable.
Heavy.
Humiliating.
You stared down at the floor unable to lift your head.
Shame burned hot behind your eyes.
You made him angry.
You annoyed them again.
You were too clingy.
Too needy.
Too emotional.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered immediately.
Then again.
And again.
“I’m sorry… sorry…”
You stood quickly and bowed deeply.
Your fluffy ears lowered so far they nearly disappeared into your hair.
Chan’s expression softened instantly with guilt.
“Baby, wait—”
“I’m sorry for bothering you.”
Changbin looked exhausted more than angry now. His hand came to his eyes to cover it, head hung a little low.
Like he regretted snapping but didn’t know how to handle it. The silence was too heavy.
Still—
Neither of them stopped you when you slowly backed away.
Neither of them reached for you.
Neither of them noticed the tears finally slipping silently down your face until after you’d already turned away.
STRAY KIDS HYBRIDS AU : OT8 STRAYKIDS X HYBRID RAGDOLL CAT FEM READER
Summary : Hybrids is well known to public, and in the entertainment industry, idols owning hybrids wasn’t unusual. Stray Kids have one, a pure ragdoll cat hybrid. Not as a pet, but more like a family, A Pack for her.
Pairing : Stray Kids OT8 x F!Reader
Tags : Angst ( I love angst), and fluff
A/N : This is my first time writing, so advice, tips and critics are helpful :). English isn't my first language so I used tools to help me write.
Word Count : 1,610
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CHAPTER 2 - Desperation
The changes became impossible to ignore after that.
Not because they were cruel.
But because they weren’t.
That was the worst part.
Nobody yelled at you.
Nobody told you to leave.
Nobody stopped loving you completely.
They just… slowly stopped needing you the same way.
And every tiny moment stacked on top of another until your chest constantly felt too tight to breathe properly.
It started with forgotten routines.
“Y/N, can you help me pick an outfit later?”
“Of course.”
But later never came because Hyunjin ended up shopping online with Jina instead.
“Y/N, let’s eat together after practice.”
But Changbin got dragged out by staff and Jina tagged along while you ate cold and soggy ramen alone in the dorm kitchen at midnight.
“Y/N, wait for me after recording.”
But Han forgot entirely.
You waited nearly two hours in the hallway outside the studio before a manager gently told you they’d all gone out for drinks already.
You stood there silently while your tail slowly drooped lower and lower behind you.
“Oh,” was all you whispered.
The manager looked awkward.
“…They probably assumed you already went home.”
You smiled automatically.
“Mhm.”
You always smiled automatically now. You came home alone that day.
You tried harder after that.
Much harder.
If you became more useful, maybe things would go back to normal.
You woke up earlier.
Cleaned more.
Cooked more carefully.
Memorized everyone’s schedules even more obsessively.
You packed vitamins into their bags.
Prepared warm towels after practices.
Stayed awake during late-night productions just in case anyone needed something.
You became quieter too.
Less clingy.
Less emotional.
Less greedy.
At least that’s what you told yourself.
Because maybe this was your fault.
Maybe you had relied on them too much emotionally.
Maybe they felt suffocated.
The thought alone made you sick with shame.
The studio became the place you hated most.
It used to feel warm there.
Crowded and messy and alive.
Chan producing while humming quietly under his breath.
Han rambling nonsense between lyric ideas.
Changbin aggressively scribbling notes while arguing about beats.
And you—
Curled somewhere nearby.
Listening.
Existing with them.
Sometimes Chan would absentmindedly pet your ears while working. Sometimes Han rested his legs over yours. Sometimes Changbin shoved snacks into your hands without looking up.
You used to belong there.
Now you just felt in the way.
Tonight was especially bad.
The studio lights burned too bright.
Too loud.
Too crowded.
Several staff members moved around discussing schedules while music played repeatedly through the speakers.
Jina stood beside Chan’s chair holding coffee.
Han laughed loudly at something she said.
Changbin leaned over her shoulder showing her lyrics.
And you sat curled at the far end of the couch. Looking at their backs.
Silent.
Small.
Your knees hugged tightly to your chest while your fluffy tail wrapped around your legs protectively. Lips unconsciously pursed into a pout.
Your ears stayed flattened low against your head.
You tried not to listen.
But hybrid hearing was cruel.
Every laugh sounded sharper.
Every happy interaction stabbed deeper.
“Wait, no, listen to this line—”
Han burst into another fit of laughter.
Chan smiled so wide his dimples showed.
Jina lightly smacked Changbin’s arm while teasing him.
The room felt full.
Yet somehow you’d never felt lonelier.
You tucked your face deeper against your knees.
If you made yourself smaller maybe the ache would shrink too.
It didn’t.
“Y/N?”
A soft voice startled you.
One of the female staff crouched beside the couch.
Older than you.
Gentle-eyed.
Concerned.
“You okay?”
You lifted your head slowly.
“Oh… yeah.”
Lie.
Your voice sounded tiny even to yourself.
Her expression softened immediately.
Poor thing, it practically said.
Carefully, she sat beside you and began petting your hair softly.
Then your ears.
Your body nearly melted from the affection alone.
Because lately—
Nobody touched you first anymore.
“You look exhausted,” she murmured quietly.
“I’m okay.”
Another lie.
Her fingers stroked gently through the fluffy fur near your ears.
You glanced up instinctively.
Toward Chan.
Toward your Channie.
He was smiling brightly at something Jina showed him on her phone.
Han talked over everyone excitedly.
Changbin tapped rhythms against the desk.
None of them looked your way.
Not once.
A heavy sigh escaped before you could stop it.
The staff member noticed.
Her hand paused briefly.
“…Did something happen?”
You panicked instantly.
“No!”
Too loud.
Too fast.
Several people glanced over.
You shrank immediately.
“S-sorry…”
Chan looked over finally.
Concern flickered briefly across his face.
“You alright, baby?”
Baby.
The nickname nearly made you cry.
You nodded quickly.
“Mhm.”
Chan smiled absentmindedly before turning back toward the conversation.
And somehow that hurt more than if he’d ignored you entirely.
Because it proved he still cared.
Just not enough to notice.
The night dragged endlessly.
You sat there listening to them laugh together while exhaustion pooled heavy inside your chest.
At some point Han moved beside Jina to show her lyrics.
Changbin asked her opinion on melodies.
Chan told her stories about trainee days.
You used to know all those stories.
Now you heard them from a distance like an outsider.
Like a guest overhearing strangers.
The female staff beside you kept gently petting your ears occasionally.
Maybe she realized you needed it.
Maybe everyone else was too distracted to notice.
At one point your eyes accidentally met hers.
Sympathy.
That’s what you saw.
And somehow that was humiliating too.
By the time everyone returned to the dorm, your chest felt unbearably heavy.
The members scattered quickly.
Some showered.
Some grabbed food.
Some disappeared into rooms.
Laughter echoed faintly through the hallways.
And suddenly—
You didn’t want to be alone.
Not tonight.
You just needed someone.
Anyone.
Just for a little while.
The first room you approached belonged to Felix and Seungmin, but apparently Jeongin was inside too because you could smell his scent inside the room.
Light spilled beneath the door.
You could hear loud game noises and shouting.
Your tail swayed nervously behind you while you knocked softly.
“Come in!”
Jeongin’s voice.
You opened the door carefully.
The room immediately glowed warm and lively.
All three sat crowded together on the bed holding their phones horizontally while yelling at each other over the game.
Felix looked up first.
“Oh! Hi, angel.”
Your heart warmed weakly.
“Hi…”
Seungmin didn’t even glance away from his screen.
“Hurry, hurry, HEAL ME—”
“I AM HEALING YOU!”
“You suck at healing!”
“I literally carried last round!”
Jeongin burst out laughing.
You stood awkwardly near the doorway clutching your sleeves.
“…Can I play too?”
Nobody answered immediately.
Too focused.
Then Felix blinked.
“Oh… uh…”
Before he could continue, Seungmin spoke.
“The lobby’s full.”
Your ears twitched lower.
“Oh.”
Jeongin added casually, eyes still glued to his screen—
“Jina-noona’s playing with us.”
Right.
Of course.
You forced a smile.
“That’s okay.”
You’d actually spent weeks practicing this game secretly because they always talked about it.
You wanted to surprise them someday.
Maybe make them proud.
Maybe finally join in properly instead of just watching.
Instead Seungmin snorted lightly.
“Besides, you’re kinda bad at this game.”
The words hit harder than they should’ve.
Because he said them jokingly.
Carelessly.
Without meaning harm.
But all you could think about were the countless nights you stayed awake learning maps and controls because you wanted to spend more time with them.
Your smile became thinner.
“…I’m practicing.”
“Hm?” Seungmin barely listened.
“Nah, you’d just ruin our rank.”
Felix laughed playfully.
Not rudely.
Just automatically following the mood.
Still—
Something wilted painfully inside your chest.
“...Oh.”
Your fingers tightened around your sleeves.
Silence stretched awkwardly around you while game sounds filled the room again.
Then quietly, carefully—
“…Can I just watch?”
No response.
Han’s voice suddenly blasted through someone’s microphone speaker.
Everyone started shouting again.
You stood there uncertainly for several seconds.
Like furniture.
Like background noise.
Slowly, you approached the bed anyway.
Maybe if you sat quietly—
Jeongin suddenly nudged you away lightly with his shoulder.
“Ah, don’t block the screen.”
You stumbled back instantly.
“S-sorry.”
Your ears flattened harder.
You moved toward Seungmin instead.
Carefully.
Tentatively.
Like approaching something fragile.
You leaned your head lightly against his shoulder while trying to watch the game screen.
Usually he’d complain dramatically but still let you stay.
Usually.
Tonight he shrugged you off immediately.
“Yah, stop bothering us.”
Not harsh.
Not angry.
Just irritated.
Distracted.
Like you were interrupting something more important.
Your chest tightened so sharply it almost hurt to breathe.
Still—
Still you tried again.
Because you missed them.
Because you felt so unbearably lonely.
Because maybe if someone just looked at you properly for one second, the ache would stop.
You walked behind Felix slowly.
Your footsteps barely made noise.
Carefully, hesitantly, you leaned forward until your cheek rested lightly against his back.
Soft.
Warm.
Familiar.
A tiny silent plea for affection.
For comfort.
For home.
Felix stiffened slightly.
Then sighed.
“Angel…”
His voice sounded tired.
“Maybe go bother the others for a bit, yeah?”
The words shattered something quietly inside you.
Because bother.
Not stay.
Not cuddle.
Not sit with us.
Bother. Am I… really a bother?
Your ears flattened completely.
“…Okay.”
You stepped back immediately.
Nobody noticed your watery eyes.
Nobody looked away from their screens.
Nobody noticed the way your tail stopped moving entirely.
You reached the door slowly.
One hand lingering against the frame.
Waiting.
Hoping.
Please call me back.
Please.
Please just say my name.
But behind you—
Only game noises.
Laughter.
Shouting.
Life continuing easily without you in it.
Your fingers trembled slightly before you quietly closed the door behind yourself.
And the soft click sounded strangely final in the empty hallway.
STRAY KIDS HYBRIDS AU : OT8 STRAYKIDS X HYBRID RAGDOLL CAT FEM READER
Summary : Hybrids is well known to public, and in the entertainment industry, idols owning hybrids wasn’t unusual. Stray Kids have one, a pure ragdoll cat hybrid. Not as a pet, but more like a family, A Pack for her.
Pairing : Stray Kids OT8 x F!Reader
Tags : Angst ( I love angst), and fluff
A/N : This is my first time writing, so advice, tips and critics are helpful :). English isn't my first language so I used tools to help me write.
Word Count : 1,654
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CHAPTER 1 - Suddenly
The first time the boys brought you home, you were barely seventeen.
Small. Quiet. All wide eyes and trembling hands, fluffy cream-colored ears pressed flat against your head while your tail wrapped around your waist like it could protect you from the world.
A pure Ragdoll hybrid.
Rare.
Too rare.
In the entertainment industry, idols owning hybrids wasn’t unusual. Some groups had wolf hybrids acting as security, fox hybrids for variety appearances, bunny hybrids for fan engagement. Companies loved the image. Fans adored it even more.
But Stray Kids—
They spoiled theirs.
“Don’t sit so stiff,” Bang Chan had told you softly that first night, crouching in front of you with warm eyes. “You’re not property here.”
You remembered staring at him in disbelief.
Because everyone said that.
No one meant it.
But somehow… they did. And that became your downfall.
Years later, the dorm felt more like home than anywhere else ever had.
You woke up before everyone else every morning.
It became routine.
You’d shuffle into the kitchen with sleepy ears drooping, oversized hoodie hanging off your shoulders while coffee brewed softly in the background. Your tail swayed lazily behind you as you prepared breakfast exactly how each member liked it.
Lee Know liked his eggs slightly runny.
Changbin wanted extra meat portions.
Hyunjin preferred fruit prepared neatly because he claimed uneven slices “felt emotionally upsetting.”
Han forgot to eat half the time unless you physically handed him food.
Felix always hugged you from behind while you cooked.
Every single morning.
Without fail.
And Seungmin always complained your attention span became “dangerously cat-like” before morning tea.
“You almost poured orange juice into the rice cooker yesterday.”
“I was tired.”
“You hissed at me.”
“You scared me!”
“You’re literally the one with night vision.”
From the couch, I.N would laugh so hard he’d nearly choke.
The dorm was loud. Warm. Alive. And you lived for it.
You weren’t just their hybrid.
You were woven into every part of their lives.
Schedules.
Practices.
Award shows.
Late-night recordings.
Concert prep.
Managers trusted you because you remembered everything.
Stylists adored you because you fixed emergencies before they escalated.
Staff relied on you because you were dependable.
And the boys—
The boys leaned on you constantly.
“Y/N, where’s my charger?”
“Y/N, did you see my hoodie?”
“Y/N, remind me to call mom later.”
“Y/N, can you stay in the studio a little longer?”
Sometimes you wondered if they realized how much of yourself existed in the spaces between them.
Like thread stitched quietly into fabric.
Invisible.
Necessary.
“You spoil them too much.”
You looked up from folding laundry.
Their manager laughed from the doorway.
“They’re grown men, you know.”
Your ears twitched sheepishly.
“I know…”
“Do you?”
He gestured toward the living room.
There was complete chaos.
Chan and Changbin arguing over lyrics.
Hyunjin sprawled dramatically across the floor.
Han asleep sitting upright.
Felix stealing fries from Seungmin.
Lee Know threatening violence over said fries.
And somehow, impossibly—
Your chest filled with warmth.
“I like taking care of them.”
The manager stared at you for a second.
Then sighed fondly.
“Yeah,” he muttered. “That’s the problem.”
You didn’t understand what he meant.
Not then.
Her name was Yoo Jina.
At first, she was just another new staff member.
Pretty.
Smart.
Easygoing.
She had long dark hair, soft smiles, and a laugh that came easily at all the right moments.
The company introduced her casually.
“She’ll be helping coordinate schedules and media activities.”
That was all.
Nothing important.
Nothing threatening.
You even bowed politely the first time you met her.
And she smiled sweetly.
“Ah, so you’re the famous Y/N everyone talks about.”
Your ears warmed instantly.
“I-I’m not famous…”
“But everyone depends on you.”
Something about her smile lingered strangely.
Like silk hiding a blade.
At first, the changes were tiny.
Microscopic.
Impossible to explain.
“Chan, your coffee.”
You held out the cup automatically—
Only for Jina to step in first.
“I already made one for him.”
Chan blinked.
“Oh— thanks.”
You froze.
Your hands slowly lowered.
The coffee suddenly felt stupidly hot against your fingers.
“Sorry,” Jina said lightly. “I got here early.”
You forced a smile.
“No, it’s okay.”
And it was okay.
It should’ve been okay.
So why did your chest hurt?
Then—
“Y/N, you don’t have to carry all those bags.”
Felix gently took concert supplies from your arms.
Before you could answer, Jina laughed.
“She seriously babies you guys too much.”
The members laughed too.
Not cruelly.
Not maliciously.
Just naturally.
But then Jina added—
“No wonder they can’t survive alone.”
More laughter.
You smiled because everyone else did.
But something small twisted inside you.
Because once upon a time, they used to say things like that affectionately.
Now it sounded embarrassing.
Childish.
Like maybe you were becoming too much.
You started noticing things.
Jina sitting between members during meals.
Jina already knowing inside jokes.
Jina bringing Chan coffee.
Jina helping Hyunjin fix his accessories.
Jina laughing with Han late at night in the studio.
Jina resting comfortably on the dorm couch like she belonged there.
And the boys welcomed it naturally.
Why wouldn’t they?
She was funny.
Helpful.
Pretty.
Human.
Normal.
Not a hybrid constantly following them around with needy affection hidden behind quiet obedience.
The thought made you sick with guilt immediately.
Because they had done everything for you.
Given you a home.
Loved you.
Protected you.
So why were you feeling jealous?
Why did it ache every time someone else occupied the spaces beside them?
You hated yourself for it.
One night, you sat alone in the kitchen cutting fruit after practice.
Your ears drooped low with exhaustion.
The dorm lights were dim.
From the living room came loud laughter.
You glanced over instinctively.
Jina sat between Changbin and Felix on the couch, laughing so hard she nearly leaned against Felix’s shoulder.
And Felix—
Felix smiled at her the same soft way he smiled at everyone he cared about.
Your grip tightened around the knife accidentally.
A sharp sting.
You flinched.
A thin line of red bloomed across your finger.
“Oh—”
Before you could react—
“Y/N?”
Chan appeared instantly.
He grabbed your hand carefully.
“What happened?”
“Nothing,” you said quickly.
But his brows furrowed.
“You’re bleeding.”
The living room quieted.
The members looked over.
For one hopeful, pathetic second—
You thought maybe they’d all rush over.
Like before.
Instead—
“Careful,” Lee Know said absentmindedly before returning to the conversation.
Changbin only glanced up briefly.
Felix smiled apologetically from the couch.
And Jina said—
“Aww, poor kitty.”
Kitty.
Not Y/N.
Just—
Kitty.
Her tone feels like a mockery to you.
Something inside you cracked quietly.
Chan cleaned your cut gently, unaware of the way your eyes burned.
“You okay?”
You nodded too fast.
“Mhm.”
Liar.
That night, you curled up in your room unable to sleep.
Your tail wrapped tightly around yourself.
The dorm outside buzzed faintly with laughter.
You could hear them.
You always could.
Hybrid hearing.
Unfortunately.
“…Jina, stop stealing my food!”
“You weren’t eating it!”
“That’s not the point!”
More laughter.
More warmth.
Without you.
Your throat tightened painfully.
Because the terrifying part wasn’t that they hated you.
It was worse.
They still loved you.
Just…
Less.
And maybe that made you selfish.
Maybe you should’ve been grateful they loved you at all.
Maybe wanting to remain important forever was greedy.
Maybe you were just a pet after all.
Replaceable once something newer arrived. Someone newer.
Your ears flattened hard against your head.
You pressed both hands over your mouth to stop the shaky sound escaping your throat.
Because if anyone heard you crying—
You didn’t think you could survive the embarrassment.
The next few weeks became torture disguised as normalcy.
“Y/N, you should rest more.”
“Y/N, stop overworking.”
“Y/N, come sit with us.”
They still cared.
Still smiled.
Still thanked you.
But somehow…
You felt farther away every single day.
Like standing outside your own home looking through glass.
And Jina fit in seamlessly.
Too seamlessly.
One evening after practice, you entered the dorm carrying grocery bags only to stop dead.
The kitchen was already busy.
Jina stood beside Chan cooking.
Felix setting plates.
Hyunjin laughing while stealing ingredients.
It looked…
Domestic.
Comfortable.
Natural.
Like a family dinner.
Except there was no place left for you.
“Oh!” Felix noticed you first. “Y/N’s back!”
You smiled weakly.
“I got the groceries…”
“We already ordered food,” Jina said brightly. “You didn’t need to do all that.”
Silence.
Your arms suddenly felt unbearably heavy.
“Oh.”
Chan turned quickly.
“Wait, Y/N— we forgot to text you—”
“It’s okay.”
Too fast.
Too automatic.
You set the bags down carefully.
Your tail no longer swayed much these days.
“I’ll just put these away.”
No one noticed your hands shaking.
Except Lee Know.
He watched you quietly from across the room.
And for a moment—
His expression changed.
Like realization dawning too late.
Later that night, you sat alone on the dorm balcony wrapped in a blanket.
Cold wind brushed through your fluffy ears.
Inside, laughter echoed again.
Always laughter.
You used to be part of it.
The balcony door slid open softly.
Lee Know stepped out.
Neither of you spoke immediately.
He leaned beside you against the railing.
“You’ve been quiet lately.”
Your smile came automatically.
“Have I?”
“Yes.”
You stared down at your hands.
“…Sorry.”
“Why are you apologizing?”
Because I think I’m being replaced.
Because I think I’m losing my home.
Because every time they smile at her I feel like something is clawing apart my chest.
Because I’m terrified one day you’ll realize life is easier without me in it.
But instead you whispered—
“I’m just tired.”
Lee Know looked at you for a long moment.
Too perceptive.
Too sharp.
“…Y/N.”
Your ears twitched weakly.
“You know,” he said quietly, “cats hide when they’re hurt.”
can anyone help me find a fanfiction that I didn’t completed reading it where Chan is a famous racer and met with reader in a rich people party where reader’s friend called Mina brings her and introduced to famous straykids member, Seungmin as a Lawyer, Minho as a Studio and Pilates owner, Hyunjin as a famous ambassador (?) and so on. I remember Chan trying to flirt because he likes the chase. That’s the only details I remember from the fanfic.
but I always read Kpop fiction here (especially Twice and SKZ, with a fem reader) because tumblr gives out the best ones. I was thinking to write my own so maybe can anyone help give me tips or advice for it ??
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