Mini Stars | Skz Memebers
Summary: While on their world tour, they got surprised by a guest who they haven't seen in awhile.
Pairs: Chan x Reader, Minho x Reader, Changbin x Reader, Hyunjin x Reader, Han x Reader, Felix x Reader, Seungmin x Reader and Jeongin x Reader (individually)
AN: Hello! I got gotten a bit bored of the texting and wanted to try and spice up things a bit with writing! My master list still isn't as how I would want it but meh, anyway enjoy!
The concert was in full swing, the bass thrumming through the venue as thousands of STAYs screamed in excitement. Chan was hyping up the crowd, his energy infectious, when suddenly, a small figure waddled onto the stage, clad in a tiny Wolf Chan onesie.
He didn’t notice at first, too caught up in the moment—until the sound of drums echoed through the speakers, perfectly in sync with the music. He froze, turning around, eyes widening in disbelief. There, at a mini drum set positioned near the back of the stage, sat his four-year-old, chubby hands gripping a pair of drumsticks, effortlessly keeping up with the beat of S-Class.
The crowd erupted in cheers, their screams deafening. Chan blinked, momentarily stunned, before bursting into laughter. He jogged over to the tiny drummer, microphone still in hand.
"Whoa, mate! Since when could you do that?" he asked, crouching down so he was eye-level with his child.
The little one beamed up at him, their dimples deep and unmistakably his. "Appa, I play like you! Watch!" They tightened their grip on the sticks and resumed drumming, the rhythm shockingly precise for someone so small.
Chan's jaw dropped as he placed a hand on his chest in mock pain. "Aish, STAY, are you seeing this? My own kid is showing me up!"
The audience screamed in response, some waving their lightsticks frantically, while others laughed at the endearing scene.
Before he could react further, Wolf Chan—his beloved plush mascot—trotted onto the stage, eyes twinkling as it curiously approached its miniature counterpart. The child giggled, immediately reaching out to hug the oversized wolf, who playfully nuzzled them back.
Chan dramatically staggered backward. "Oh no, I’m being replaced—first by my own kid, and now by Wolf Chan? STAY, do you still love me?"
The crowd roared with laughter and cheers. His child turned back to him, arms raised expectantly. With a fond chuckle, Chan scooped them up, effortlessly lifting them into the air as they squealed in delight.
"You’re too good, mate! What do you say, one more time?" he asked, ruffling their hair.
"One more time!" the child echoed, determination shining in their big eyes.
Chan set them back down at the drum set, signaling for the band to let them have the final beats. As soon as the child’s sticks struck the drums for the last time, the entire stadium erupted into cheers, the energy electrifying.
Chan wiped an imaginary tear. "STAY, I think we just found Stray Kids’ next drummer!"
The child giggled, hopping off the drum stool and running into his arms. Chan pressed a quick kiss to the top of their head before turning back to the crowd.
"Alright, alright, enough of me getting shown up—let’s get back to the concert!" he laughed, before leading STAYs into the next song, his little one still happily nestled in his arms.
The stage was on fire, the beat of God’s Menu pulsing through the stadium, electrifying the air. Lee Know was completely immersed, his movements sharp and effortless as he hit every step with precision. The crowd was feeding off the energy, their cheers blending with the booming music.
But then, something changed. The cheers suddenly grew louder—higher-pitched, more excited. It wasn’t the usual hyped screaming; it was something different, something softer, something affectionate. He frowned slightly, curiosity flickering across his face.
Turning around mid-move, he froze.
Right there, on stage, a mini Leebit was attempting to dance, their tiny body wiggling as they clumsily copied the iconic du-du-du-du move. Their little legs kicked out, slightly offbeat, but they were trying so hard. Then—just as Lee Know watched in stunned silence—the child tripped over their own feet, landing on their hands and knees.
For a brief moment, the entire stadium inhaled collectively.
But just as quickly, the tiny dancer pushed themselves up, determination shining in their bright eyes. The crowd erupted into affectionate cheers.
Lee Know, still catching up with reality, furrowed his brows, his voice coming through the mic, "What’s going on—STAYs, who is that?"
"Awww!" The STAYs cooed, waving their lightsticks in encouragement.
Lee Know tilted his head, still confused, until the little one turned around to face him. The tiny pout, the wide, bright eyes—it was like looking into a smaller version of himself. His confusion melted instantly. His laughter rang out, full and rich, as he bent over, hands on his knees.
"Wait… that’s MY KID!" he exclaimed, pointing at them, his voice full of disbelief.
The little dancer beamed, throwing their arms up in triumph. "Look, Appa! I’m dancing like you!"
Lee Know’s grin widened, shaking his head in amusement as he crouched down. "You’re a natural! I should be worried now!"
The child, undeterred, bounced back into position and started dancing again, this time with even more enthusiasm. Their little arms flailed, feet stomping along with the beat, and the sheer joy on their face made the entire crowd melt. Meanwhile, Leebit, the plush mascot, hopped onto the stage and began copying the child, wiggling next to them.
Lee Know let out an exaggerated gasp. "Wait a second—am I being replaced by TWO dancers now?!" He clutched his chest dramatically, stumbling backward as if deeply wounded. The STAYs roared with laughter.
Giggling, his child suddenly ran toward him, arms outstretched. Without hesitation, Lee Know scooped them up effortlessly, spinning them around in the air before settling them against his hip. He held the mic up, still breathless from laughter. "STAYs, we have a new dancer in the group!"
The crowd erupted, chanting the child’s name.
The little one giggled, puffing out their chest proudly. "I dance with Appa next time!"
Lee Know’s heart melted on the spot. He kissed the top of their head before grinning at the crowd. "Alright, you heard them! Next concert, duet stage with my mini-me—what do you say, STAY?"
The stadium shook with excitement, the fans screaming their approval.
Lee Know smirked. "Looks like I’ve got some competition." He ruffled his child’s hair playfully before setting them down and taking their tiny hand in his. "Alright, just one more move together before I send you back, yeah?"
Hand in hand, the two of them hit one final dance move together, earning a deafening roar from the audience. The child giggled, looking up at their father with the brightest eyes.
Lee Know leaned down, his voice warm. "You did so good, little one. Next time, we’ll practice together."
"Okay!" The child bounced happily before being scooped up once more, waving at STAYs as Lee Know carried them offstage.
The music picked up again, and as Lee Know returned to his position, he smirked into the mic. "Alright, back to business! But no promises my kid won’t steal the show next time!"
The stadium buzzed with energy as the lights dimmed, anticipation crackling in the air. The beat of 3RACHA dropped like thunder, and Changbin stepped forward, spitting his verse with his signature intensity. The crowd was already hyped, but then—suddenly—the screams doubled in volume, an eruption of high-pitched excitement that threw him off for a split second.
Confused, he glanced to the side—only to be met with a sight so unexpected, so utterly ridiculous, that he nearly fumbled his next lyric.
A tiny figure stood on stage, dressed in an oversized Dwaekki costume, the fabric hanging loosely around their small frame. The child, mask on, struck a pose—legs apart, fists clenched, arms flexed dramatically as if they were the strongest being alive.
The crowd lost their minds.
Changbin blinked. "No way—who let this tiny Dwaekki on stage?!" He let out a loud laugh, stepping closer in amusement.
At that moment, the actual Dwaekki mascot, standing off to the side, turned and noticed its mini counterpart. There was a pause—then, as if accepting a silent challenge, Dwaekki began flexing back in exaggerated fashion. The two of them stood there, mirroring each other, locked in the most intense muscle showdown imaginable.
Changbin doubled over laughing. "Are you seeing this, STAYs?! We have a flex-off happening right now!"
But the tiny Dwaekki wasn’t done yet. With all the confidence in the world, the child grabbed a mic—where it had come from, who even knew—and suddenly started rapping his verse. Well, sort of. The words were jumbled, childlike mispronunciations slipping through, but the passion? The passion was undeniable.
For the first few seconds, Changbin was completely speechless, his mouth falling open. Then, the ridiculousness of the situation hit him, and he burst into laughter, stumbling forward to hype up his little rapper.
"Oh, oh! Baby Binnie in the house!" he cheered, motioning for the audience to hype them up. The crowd responded instantly, chanting and cheering as the tiny Dwaekki continued rapping with dramatic hand gestures, despite half the words being nonsense.
Still wearing the oversized costume, the child puffed out their chest and waddled toward him with exaggerated confidence. "Look, Appa! I strong! Like you!" They flexed again, their tiny arms shaking with effort.
Changbin crouched down in front of them, holding his stomach from laughing so hard. "Oh? You wanna be strong like me? Pfft—you’re already stronger than me, buddy!"
The child beamed, then without hesitation, snatched the mic again. "Yo, yo, yo, it's Baby Binnie in the house!"
The crowd absolutely lost it.
Changbin fell to the floor dramatically, clutching his heart. "STAYs, help! They’re too powerful!" He got back up, wiping fake tears from his eyes. "I think I’m being replaced."
The child giggled before holding up a tiny fist. "Appa, fist bump!"
With a grin, Changbin held out his hand, and they bumped fists. But that wasn’t enough for the little performer—they lifted their arms, wordlessly demanding to be picked up.
"Ahhh, alright, alright, c’mere, superstar," Changbin said, effortlessly lifting them into the air. The child kicked their legs excitedly, waving at the crowd. "STAYs, this is my new partner! What do you think?"
The stadium shook with cheers.
Then, as if overcome by the sheer cuteness of it all, the actual Dwaekki mascot dramatically flailed and collapsed onto the stage, "fainting" from the overload. The audience roared with laughter.
Changbin shook his head, grinning as he gave his kid one last high-five. "Alright, you had your moment, little Binnie. Let’s finish this song before STAYs start demanding a duet album!"
The child pouted but nodded, still beaming with pride. Changbin set them down carefully, gave them one last playful ruffle of the hair, and as staff gently guided them offstage, he turned back to the crowd with a huge grin.
"Okay, okay! Back to business!" He smirked, cracking his knuckles. "But don’t be surprised if Mini Binnie comes back for a feature next time!"
The atmosphere in the stadium had shifted, the energy softening as Hyunjin took a moment to catch his breath. Sweat glistened on his skin as he smiled at the sea of lightsticks swaying in the crowd. The moment was calm, almost dreamlike—until he noticed a tiny figure waddling onto the stage.
At first, he blinked, thinking it was some kind of staff prank. But as the small Jiniret stopped in front of him, gripping a large piece of paper with both hands, realization dawned on his face.
The crowd gasped, then cooed in unison.
Hyunjin raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. He bent down, tilting his head as he looked at the small child staring up at him with wide, excited eyes. "Huh? What’s this?"
The tiny Jiniret beamed, holding the paper out proudly. "Appa, I draw this for STAYs!"
Hyunjin took the paper gently, his breath catching as he turned it around. The drawing was chaotic but undeniably adorable—stick figures scattered across the page, lightsticks dotting the crowd, and in the center, a very squiggly but unmistakable version of him, mic in hand, singing his heart out. The effort, the bright colors, the slightly wobbly hearts drawn around the edges—it was too much.
The audience melted, a chorus of affectionate "awww"s filling the stadium.
Hyunjin clutched his chest dramatically, stumbling back as if he had just taken a critical hit. "Ahhh—STAYs, do you see this?!" he exclaimed, holding up the drawing for everyone to see. "This is art. No, this is a masterpiece!"
The little Jiniret nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! I draw with Appa!"
Hyunjin's heart turned to absolute mush. He knelt down fully, placing a gentle hand on the child’s head. "You drew this for STAYs? That’s so sweet, buddy."
The child grinned, bouncing slightly on their feet. "STAYs love Appa, so I draw Appa and STAYs happy!"
The crowd practically combusted at the cuteness.
Hyunjin let out a soft chuckle, brushing the child’s bangs from their eyes. "You really are my little artist, huh?"
Before he could say more, the opening notes of 143 began playing, the familiar melody washing over them. His eyes lit up, the excitement instantly returning. He grinned, glancing back at the little one.
"Alright, kiddo," he said, holding out his hand, "time to dance!"
The child immediately latched onto his fingers, and as the beat dropped, they both began to move. Jiniret tried their best to copy his steps, their tiny limbs flailing in an adorably uncoordinated yet determined attempt. The crowd was in absolute awe, their cheers mixing with laughter as Hyunjin giggled through his own dance, unable to stop smiling.
He watched his child attempt a twirl and nearly topple over, but before they could fall, he caught them with a gentle laugh, lifting them into his arms. "You’re already stealing the show, little one."
Jiniret giggled, wrapping their arms around his neck. "I dance with Appa forever!"
Hyunjin’s heart clenched, his smile turning impossibly soft. He pressed a kiss to the child’s temple before turning back to the crowd, holding up the drawing once more. "STAYs, let’s give it up for the tiniest artist and dancer in the world!"
The crowd roared in approval, their love echoing through the stadium.
Hyunjin twirled with his little Jiniret one last time before whispering, "Alright, buddy, let’s finish strong."
Han wiped sweat from his forehead, taking a deep breath after yet another high-energy performance. He stretched his arms, ready to banter with STAYs when—
The first few notes of Hold My Hand began to play.
He blinked. This wasn’t part of the setlist.
The members looked just as confused as he did, but before Han could even ask what was going on, the entire stadium erupted in excited screams. He turned toward the side of the stage—
And there, waddling into the spotlight, was a tiny Hanquokka.
The child, dressed in a slightly oversized Hanquokka onesie, clutched a small electric guitar that was nearly half their size. They adjusted the strap clumsily, their little fingers fumbling on the fretboard before strumming a few hesitant notes.
Han’s jaw dropped. "What in the—who is this tiny rockstar?!"
The crowd screamed even louder as the tiny Hanquokka turned to look at him, eyes sparkling.
Then, as if things couldn’t get any cuter, the actual Hanquokka mascot peeked out from behind them, waving enthusiastically before skipping onto the stage. The two Hanquokkas—one big, one small—stood side by side, striking the same goofy pose.
Han clutched his chest dramatically. "I—I’m seeing double!"
The other members cracked up while the audience drowned the venue in cheers.
The tiny Hanquokka, still unaware of the absolute chaos they were causing, confidently stepped up to the mic. "Appa! I sing and play like you!"
Han gasped, dramatically staggering backward. "That’s my kid?! That’s my mini-me?!"
The child giggled, gripping the guitar tighter. "I play Hold My Hand! I practice with Hanquokka!"
At that, Big Hanquokka gave a series of exaggerated nods and a thumbs-up, as if confirming the statement.
Han fell to his knees, shaking his head. "STAYs, we just witnessed my kid’s solo debut! I wasn’t ready for this!"
The little Hanquokka strummed the guitar again, this time with slightly more confidence, as if trying to prove their skills. The crowd absolutely lost it, chanting for the tiny performer.
Han, still on his knees, looked between his child and Big Hanquokka. "This is betrayal! I thought I was the guitarist here!" He wiped a fake tear away. "I think I’m being replaced!"
The child, determined, pouted. "No, Appa! We play together!"
Han gasped again, clutching his heart. "Oh? Together?" He turned to STAYs with wide eyes. "What do you think? Should I let them play?"
The stadium exploded with a resounding "YES!"
Han turned back to his child, an exaggeratedly serious look on his face. "Alright, buddy. You ready?"
The little Hanquokka nodded furiously, bouncing on their feet with excitement.
Han kneeled beside them, adjusting the guitar strap to fit better on their tiny shoulders. "Okay, let’s do this."
With a deep breath, Han strummed his guitar, and his child followed suit, their little fingers pressing down on the frets with adorable determination. The sound was a little messy, but Han played along, guiding them through the chords.
Then, with the spotlight on them, they started singing Hold My Hand together.
Han softened his voice so his little one could shine, the crowd swaying and singing along. Big Hanquokka stood beside them, dramatically pretending to wipe away tears at the heartwarming moment.
By the final chorus, Han scooped his child up, guitar and all, twirling them in the air as they giggled. The stadium lights bathed them in a golden glow, and Han held his kid close, pressing a quick kiss to their temple.
"You’re amazing, buddy," he whispered.
Then, with a mischievous grin, he held the tiny Hanquokka up like a trophy. "STAYs, I think we have a new main vocal, guitarist and Hanquokka!"
Big Hanquokka dramatically collapsed onto the stage in mock defeat, causing Han and his child to burst into giggles.
The crowd roared with cheers, their love filling the entire stadium as Han pulled his child in for one last hug, letting the moment last just a little longer.
Felix was fully immersed in the energy of Thunderous, his deep voice booming through the arena as he powered through his rap. The members danced in perfect sync around him, the bass shaking the ground beneath their feet. But then—
A sudden movement caught his eye.
At first, he thought it was just Bbokari, the mascot, making one of its usual playful appearances. But something was off. The figure beside Bbokari was much smaller—wobbling slightly as it rolled across the stage on a tiny skateboard.
Felix squinted, momentarily distracted from the performance. "Wait… Bbokari had a baby?!"
The crowd erupted into laughter and cheers as the tiny Bbokari attempted a trick, lifting one foot mid-glide before promptly losing balance and landing on their butt with a soft thump. Instead of crying, the little one bounced right back up, fists in the air. "I okay!"
Felix’s eyes widened in panic before he let out a breath of relief. "Oh, your mother is going to kill me!" he muttered into the mic, shaking his head with a grin.
The tiny Bbokari, unfazed, rolled toward him, coming to a dramatic stop right in front of his feet. They yanked off the oversized Bbokari headpiece, revealing a tiny face with the same freckles and bright eyes as Felix himself.
"Appa! Look!" they chirped, excitement radiating from every inch of their small body.
Felix’s heart melted on the spot. His entire face lit up as he crouched down, his hands on his knees. "Mate, that was amazing! You’ve got some serious skills!"
The little one giggled and raised both arms. "I skate, Appa! Whee!" With that, they pushed off again, rolling away in wobbly but determined strides.
The actual Bbokari mascot hopped beside them, mimicking their movements as the child attempted another trick—this time managing a little spin before nearly toppling over. Felix gasped dramatically, running a hand through his hair. "STAYs, my kid just out-skated everyone here!"
STAYs collectively melted, their cheers filling the arena as the little one skated back, beaming up at Felix with pure joy.
Felix crouched lower, opening his arms. "Come here, my little skater pro!" The child skated straight into his hug, giggling as Felix scooped them up effortlessly, lifting them into the air. "You just stole the whole show!"
The little one wrapped their tiny arms around his neck. "Appa, I skate with you next time!"
Felix chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of their head. "Next time? Oh, we’re definitely getting you some knee pads first, mate."
The big Bbokari gave a thumbs-up while patting Felix’s back, as if approving of the decision. Felix playfully sighed, looking out at the crowd. "Even Bbokari agrees! Guess I better start skateboarding again just to keep up with my kid!"
The tiny Bbokari wiggled excitedly in his arms. "Yeah! Skate with me, Appa!"
Felix let out a soft laugh, his heart swelling. Holding his child close, he rocked them side to side, basking in the warmth of the moment. The crowd chanted their names, and Felix gave his little one one last spin before setting them back down on their skateboard.
"Alright, one last trick for STAYs, yeah?" he said, stepping back with an encouraging nod.
The child grinned and rolled forward, arms stretched out dramatically as the arena filled with cheers. As they made their way across the stage, Felix clapped along with the beat of the music, his heart swelling with pride.
The members were casually chatting with STAYs between songs, catching their breath and sharing playful banter, when suddenly—
A tiny PuppyM came sprinting onto the stage, gripping a plush bone with determination.
Before anyone could process what was happening, the small PuppyM whacked Hanquokka with the plush bone.
Hanquokka stumbled dramatically, clutching his chest as if he had been gravely wounded, falls to the floor in slow motion.
STAYs erupted in laughter as the tiny PuppyM proudly posed with their "weapon," looking entirely too pleased with themselves.
Seungmin, initially confused, furrowed his brows. "Wait… why is there a tiny PuppyM?!" He turned to look at the actual PuppyM mascot, who was also staring at the small intruder, tilting its head in exaggerated curiosity.
The little PuppyM turned toward Seungmin, giggled mischievously, and suddenly took off in a sprint—arms wide open like they were about to tackle him.
Seungmin barely had time to react before the tiny figure latched onto his legs. "Whoa—hold on, buddy!" He quickly scooped the small PuppyM into his arms, adjusting them so they were securely perched against his hip.
The child squirmed playfully before reaching up and pulling off their PuppyM mask, revealing a very familiar face with a big, mischievous grin.
Seungmin’s eyes widened. "Wait—" he pointed at them, realization dawning on him. "You were just pretending to be PuppyM?! It’s you!"
"Appa!" the child squealed, throwing their arms around Seungmin’s neck.
STAYs collectively melted at the sight.
Seungmin, still processing the surprise, let out a soft laugh and shook his head, hugging his kid back tightly. "So this is where you’ve been hiding," he mused, ruffling their hair affectionately.
The little one giggled, gripping his shoulders and kicking their feet in excitement. Seungmin puts his kid down.
Hanquokka, still dramatically lying on the floor, Han speaks into his mic. "So, we’re just gonna ignore that Hanquokka was attacked by this tiny menace?!"
The child perked up and goes to Han and , in the most innocent voice possible, said, "Sorry, Uncle Hannie!" before immediately booping him on the leg with the plush bone.
Han let out another fake cry of defeat as the members and STAYs burst into laughter.
Seungmin sighed, shaking his head with amusement as he held his kid close. "STAYs, my child just exposed their inner chaos," he said, giving them a look of mock disapproval.
The child beamed, unbothered. "I play with Appa and PuppyM!"
The actual PuppyM waddled over and patted the child’s head approvingly.
Seungmin smirked and leaned into the mic. "Looks like PuppyMI have a new partner-in-crime now."
The crowd cheered as the tiny PuppyM gave an enthusiastic fist pump, ready for more mayhem
The lights on stage flickered before suddenly plunging into complete darkness. The crowd held their breath in anticipation, wondering what was going to happen next.
Then, a spotlight flashed on, revealing two figures. One was the usual FoxI.Ny costume, but the other was... much smaller, holding something that was hard to make out in the dim light. As the figures stepped forward, the unmistakable sound of "Happy Birthday" softly began to play.
Jeongin blinked, confusion written all over his face as he pointed at the two. "Wait, wait, what’s this?" His brow furrowed as he tried to make sense of the situation. "What’s going on?"
The smaller FoxI.Ny hesitated for a moment, eyes wide with excitement, before taking a step forward with a small cake held carefully in their tiny hands. "Happy birthday, Appa!" they chirped, a grin spreading across their face.
Jeongin’s mouth dropped open, his eyes widening in realization. A laugh bubbled up from deep within him as he doubled over, clutching his stomach. "This is my kid?! Oh my god—STAYs, look at them!" He couldn’t stop laughing, his heart melting at the sight of his little one dressed in the familiar FoxI.Ny costume, holding a birthday cake just for him.
He bent down slowly, still laughing, and gently took the cake from the child’s hands. "You planned this, huh?" he asked, looking at the child with soft eyes.
The little FoxI.Ny nodded enthusiastically, giggling as they looked up at him. "I got you a cake! And we sing!" they added, bouncing excitedly on their little feet.
Jeongin chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "You really got me, huh? Happy birthday to me, then!" His voice was full of warmth and affection as he hugged his child tightly, the crowd’s cheers and laughter filling the air. "STAYs, this is the best birthday surprise I could ask for!"
The child beamed, eyes shining with pride as they squeezed Jeongin tighter. "I love you, Appa!"
Jeongin's heart swelled at their words. He pulled his kid into another tight hug, his voice soft as he whispered, "I love you, too, buddy. Best birthday ever."
He then turned toward STAYs, holding his child close. "Seriously, STAYs, can you believe this? Best birthday surprise ever!" he said into the mic, his face glowing with joy. The crowd cheered even louder, and the little FoxI.Ny bounced in Jeongin’s arms, loving every second of the attention.
Jeongin playfully raised the cake high in the air. "Who wants cake?!"
The crowd roared in excitement, and for a moment, everything felt perfect—a perfect birthday surprise from the person he loved most.
