Could you a Stray Kids reaction where reader is one of the Do It back up dancers and they keep getting distracted by reader during dance practice? 💜
pairing: Stray Kids x dancer!reader
warnings: none really, just fluff and maybe some tension etc.
disclaimer: not my pic
Bang Chan
The music echoed through the practice room, bass thumping against the walls as your sneakers squeaked softly against the floor. You stood behind Bang Chan in formation, close enough to feel the heat of movement and effort radiating off him. The air smelled faintly of sweat and cleaning spray, familiar and grounding. This was just another dance practice. Another run-through. Nothing special. That was what you told yourself.
Chan counted out loud like he always did, voice steady and reassuring. “Five, six, seven, eight.” His shoulders rolled smoothly as he moved, every step precise, every turn confident. You followed closely, matching his rhythm, your focus sharp. The choreography demanded awareness, especially with spacing, and you kept your eyes forward, tracking his movements.
Then it happened.
During the next count, he half-turned, just slightly, checking alignment. Your eyes met his without warning. For a heartbeat, the room seemed to shrink. You smiled at him, small and instinctive, not thinking twice about it. It was an easy smile, the kind that slipped out before nerves could catch it.
Chan’s voice faltered.
“Three, four… uh—”
His foot landed off-beat. The rhythm slipped from him like water through fingers. He recovered quickly, but not fast enough to hide it. The count came back uneven, his timing a fraction late. You felt it immediately, the ripple in the formation, the subtle shift that only dancers noticed.
The music stopped.
Chan laughed, breathless, and ran a hand through his hair. “Sorry, sorry. One more time."
The others turned toward him with raised eyebrows. Changbin tilted his head, suspicious. “You okay, hyung? You never mess up the count.”
Lee Know crossed his arms, eyes sharp. “Yeah, kinda weird.”
Chan waved them off, still smiling. “I just lost focus for a second. That’s all.”
You stayed quiet, heart suddenly loud in your chest. Heat crept up your neck as you realized what had happened. You avoided looking at him, fixing your gaze on the mirrored wall instead.
Chan cleared his throat and laughed again, softer this time. “Guess my brain lagged.”
Felix grinned. “Hyung buffering?”
“Hey,” Chan said, pointing at him. “Don’t expose me like that.”
The group chuckled, the moment easing, but you noticed what the others missed. The faint pink dusting his cheeks. The way he adjusted his cap lower on his head. The way his eyes flicked in your direction for half a second before darting away again.
“Alright,” he said, clapping his hands once. “From the top.”
The music started again. Chan counted, voice steady once more, but it sounded just a little tighter than before. You danced behind him again, muscles moving on memory alone. This time, you kept your eyes carefully trained on his shoulders, on the lines of the choreography. Still, you could feel his awareness like static in the air.
Halfway through the routine, his shoulders tensed, then relaxed. He was focused, determined. Professional. Yet when the song ended, he exhaled deeply, hands resting on his hips.
“Good job, everyone,” he said.
As people dispersed to grab water, Chan lingered for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck. He laughed quietly to himself, shaking his head as if amused by his own mistake. When he finally glanced your way again, his smile was sheepish and warm, just for a second.
You realized then that the distraction had not been one-sided at all.
Lee Know
The practice room lights reflected sharply off the mirrors, turning every movement into something doubled and impossible to ignore. Music started up again, loud and familiar, and you slipped into position among the dancers. Lee Know stood a few steps ahead, posture relaxed, hands loose at his sides like he was already bored of being perfect at this.
The choreography began, clean and sharp. You moved on instinct, muscles remembering the sequence before your mind caught up. Your eyes stayed forward, scanning the mirror for spacing, angles, timing. Lee Know’s reflection was right there, centered, precise. He danced like gravity listened to him.
Then his eyes lifted.
You met his gaze through the mirror, unexpected and direct. His eyes did not flick away. They held yours, steady and intense, like he had decided something in that exact moment. Your breath caught for half a beat, but your body kept moving, steps landing where they should.
Lee Know’s focus narrowed. His expression changed just slightly, jaw tightening, eyes darkening. He did not miss a single move. If anything, his dancing became sharper, more deliberate. Each turn felt aimed. Each glance calculated. He watched you through the mirror while his body followed the choreography flawlessly, like he had split his attention and mastered both.
You told yourself to look away. You did not.
The mirror made it impossible to pretend. Every time your eyes lifted, he was still there, gaze locked, unblinking. It sent a strange heat curling through your stomach. You followed the routine perfectly, but your awareness was off balance, pulled toward him like a magnet.
When the music ended, Lee Know finished strong, stopping exactly on count. He did not look at you then. He simply turned away, calm as ever, like nothing unusual had happened at all.
You exhaled slowly, shoulders loosening.
As the others started talking, Lee Know walked over to Changbin and Hyunjin. They leaned together casually, voices low. Changbin laughed loudly at something, Hyunjin grinning, but Lee Know only smirked, arms crossed, head tilted slightly as he listened.
You grabbed your water bottle and stepped aside, taking a long drink. Your pulse still felt too fast. You told yourself it was just practice. Just mirrors. Just coincidence.
Still, you felt it.
That sensation between your shoulder blades, like someone’s attention brushing against your skin.
You tried to ignore it, staring at the floor, then the wall. You shifted your weight, took another sip of water. The feeling did not fade.
You swallowed and turned your head.
Lee Know was looking at you.
Not accidentally. Not briefly. His gaze was openly fixed on you now, sharp and unapologetic. Changbin was still talking beside him, completely unaware, but Lee Know’s attention was elsewhere. His eyes traveled slowly, deliberately, like he was taking his time.
A smirk tugged at his lips, lazy and dangerous, like he knew exactly what he was doing to your nerves.
Your fingers tightened around the bottle. Heat crept up your neck. You looked away first, heart thudding too loud in your ears. The room suddenly felt smaller, heavier.
When you dared to glance back again, his eyes were still on you. This time, his smirk deepened, just a fraction, before he finally looked away and responded to Changbin like nothing had happened.
You stood there, water forgotten, trying to steady your breathing.
Lee Know stretched his arms overhead and rolled his shoulders, calm and composed. If anyone asked, he would say it was just another practice.
But you knew better.
He had seen you. And worse, he had enjoyed watching you realize it.
Changbin
The music kicked in with its usual force, vibrating through the floor and up your legs. You fell into the choreography easily, body warm, steps sharp. Changbin danced a few feet away from you, energy explosive as always, every move grounded and powerful. He looked completely in his element, rapping under his breath even though this was just practice.
Halfway through the routine, a tight ache flared up in your thigh.
You sucked in a breath and kept going, but the muscle protested with every step. It felt like a knot twisting deeper each time you shifted your weight. You winced before you could stop yourself, expression tightening as you landed a turn a little too carefully.
You told yourself it was nothing. Just soreness. You would walk it off later.
But Changbin saw it.
You noticed his eyes flick toward you for a split second, brows pulling together in concern. He did not miss a beat, still hitting every move, but his attention kept drifting your way. When the music ended, he glanced over immediately, scanning your posture like he was checking for damage.
As the others spread out to talk or grab water, Changbin walked straight toward you.
“Hey,” he said, voice gentler than usual. “You okay?”
You blinked, surprised. “Yeah,” you said quickly, then laughed. “I think I just didn’t warm up properly. My thigh’s kinda sore.”
He nodded slowly, like he was processing that. “During the routine, you winced,” he said. “I thought maybe something was wrong.”
You waved it off. “It’s really fine. Just one of those things.”
He hesitated, shifting his weight. For once, Changbin looked unsure, like he was choosing his next words carefully. “Um,” he said, then cleared his throat. “Can you show me where exactly it hurts?”
You paused, then shrugged. “Sure.”
You pointed to the side of your thigh, a little above the knee. “Right here. It tightens when I step back.”
Changbin crouched slightly to look, careful not to touch you. His focus sharpened, expression serious and thoughtful. “Yeah, that makes sense,” he said. “That muscle works hard in this one.”
He straightened up and demonstrated a small movement, slow and controlled. “Try this,” he said. “Shift your weight like this and keep your hip relaxed. Don’t force it.”
You followed his lead, mimicking the motion. The stretch was subtle, but you felt the tension ease just a little.
“Oh,” you said softly. “That actually helps.”
Changbin grinned, relief flashing across his face. “Told you. You gotta let it breathe a bit.”
You rolled your leg gently, testing it. “Thanks, seriously.”
He nodded, then scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah, well… if you ever need help with moving correctly, you can always ask me.”
You chuckled, the words sounding a little too earnest, a little too quick.
Changbin froze.
His eyes widened slightly as realization hit him. “I mean,” he said fast, cheeks flushing. “With the choreography. Like, technique-wise. Not— I didn’t mean—”
You laughed again, softer this time. “I know what you meant.”
He laughed too, embarrassed, rubbing his face with both hands. “Wow. Okay. That came out weird.”
“Just a little,” you teased.
He shook his head, still smiling, ears red. “Anyway. Don’t push it too hard, yeah? Warm up properly next time.”
“I will,” you said. “Thanks, Changbin.”
He gave you a small nod, eyes lingering for a second longer than necessary before he turned back toward the others, still muttering to himself.
You stretched your leg again, the ache duller now, and smiled.
It turned out Changbin noticed more than just the beat.
Hyunjin
The music started again, familiar but unforgiving, and you took your place in formation. You told yourself you had it this time. You had practiced the steps enough. Your body knew what to do. Still, somewhere between counts, your mind tripped over itself.
The choreography moved fast. Turn, step, hit, slide.
For a split second, your memory blanked.
Your face froze before you could stop it, expression going empty as your brain scrambled to catch up. You recovered quickly, feet finding the rhythm again, but the moment lingered like a bruise. You could feel it, the hesitation, the doubt creeping in.
Hyunjin noticed.
You did not see him look at you, but you felt it later, in the way his attention sharpened without breaking the flow. He kept dancing smoothly, expression composed, never reacting outwardly. No pause. No call-out. No spotlight on your mistake. If anyone else saw it, they said nothing.
When the music ended, you exhaled, shoulders sagging slightly. Practice wrapped up soon after, people dispersing in loose clusters. You grabbed your things, replaying the frozen moment over and over in your head, each replay harsher than the last.
“Hey.”
Hyunjin’s voice came from behind you, quiet but clear.
You turned, surprised to see him standing there, hands tucked into the sleeves of his hoodie. His expression was calm, unreadable, but his eyes were gentle.
“You think too much,” he said.
You blinked. “What?”
He tilted his head slightly, studying you like a puzzle. “During the choreography,” he continued. “Your face. It stopped for a second.”
Heat rushed to your cheeks. “Oh. Sorry. I—”
“Don't be. I don't mean to scold or embarass you,” he said quickly, shaking his head. “I just noticed.”
You hesitated. “I thought I messed up.”
“You did not,” he said without missing a beat.
You looked at him, unsure.
“I’ve seen you practice,” Hyunjin went on. “You know the choreography. You’re good. But when you start thinking about every move, your body forgets that it already knows what to do.”
You frowned slightly, trying to understand. “So… I should think less?”
He smiled faintly. “Exactly.”
He stepped closer to the mirror and gestured for you to join him. “Come on. Let’s go over it once.”
You stood beside him, watching your reflections line up. Hyunjin demonstrated the sequence slowly, breaking it down with quiet confidence. He did not rush you. When you followed, he nodded encouragingly.
“See?” he said. “Your movements are clean. You just don’t trust them.”
You tried again, this time letting the steps flow without overanalyzing. Your shoulders relaxed. Your breathing steadied.
“That’s it,” Hyunjin said softly. “Relax. Don’t chase the move. Let it come to you.”
Something in his tone grounded you. The tension in your chest loosened, and when you danced again, it felt lighter, more natural.
Hyunjin watched you closely, then smiled, real this time. “There. That’s you.”
You laughed quietly. “I guess I panic when I mess up.”
“Everyone does,” he said. “But you don’t have to punish yourself for one second.”
You nodded, feeling calmer than you had all day. “Thanks. Really.”
He shrugged, a little shy now. “Anytime.”
As he walked away, you caught your reflection again. Your expression was relaxed, focused, alive.
Hyunjin had not corrected your steps.
He had reminded you to trust yourself.
Han
The music filled the room again, loud and familiar, and your body moved without hesitation. The choreography flowed easily this time, every step clicking into place like muscle memory waking up. You forgot about mirrors, counts, and spacing for just a moment.
You danced because you loved it.
A bright smile slipped onto your face before you could stop it, wide and genuine, sparked by nothing more than the joy of moving. The beat hit, your feet landed clean, and everything felt right. You did not even realize how visible your happiness was.
Han did.
He caught the smile out of the corner of his eye and let out a quiet chuckle, lips curving upward almost immediately. His own grin followed, eyes crinkling as he danced, energy lifting like he had just been charged up. The rest of the routine felt lighter after that, like the room itself had relaxed.
When the music ended, Han clapped loudly and started his usual victory lap, bouncing from person to person, handing out high fives with exaggerated enthusiasm.
“Good job,” he said to Felix. “Nice,” to Changbin. “Clean,” to Hyunjin.
Then he reached you.
You lifted your hand, smiling automatically. The slap landed, but instead of pulling away right away, his fingers curled slightly, holding onto your hand for just a second longer than necessary. The contact sent a small jolt up your arm.
“I really like your energy,” he said, voice warm and sincere. “It makes the whole practice more fun.”
You blinked, surprised. “Oh— thanks,” you said quickly. “I’ll try to be more professional on stage, though. I didn’t mean to break character.”
Han laughed immediately, loud and bright. “No, no,” he said, shaking his head. “That’s not a bad thing.”
He finally let go of your hand, rubbing his palms together like he was embarrassed by his own honesty. “I actually really enjoy watching you dance,” he continued. “You’re always so positive. It’s kind of contagious.”
Your face heated up. “Really?”
“Yeah,” he said, nodding. “It makes me want to smile too.”
You smiled again, softer this time. “Thank you. That means a lot.”
For a moment, you just stood there, both of you grinning like you did not quite know what to do with yourselves. Han’s ears turned red, and he laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.
“Anyway,” he said quickly, stepping back. “Good job today!”
You nodded, cheeks warm. “You too.”
Almost at the same time, you both turned away, suddenly very interested in opposite corners of the room.
But the warmth lingered.
Han’s words echoed in your chest as you grabbed your things, smile still threatening to return. He had not corrected you or teased you.
He had noticed your joy.
And somehow, that made the dance feel even better.
Felix
The music echoed through the practice room once again, familiar and loud, settling into your bones. You took your place, eyes lifting to the mirror as your body prepared to move. Felix stood a little to the side, posture relaxed, blond hair slightly damp already. Practice had been intense today.
The choreography started, sharp and fluid. You focused on your timing, on the angles of your arms, on keeping your movements clean. Your gaze flicked to the mirror out of habit, checking spacing.
That was when you met Felix’s eyes.
It happened mid-step, completely unplanned. His reflection was already looking at you, and the moment your gazes connected, something shifted. His lips parted slightly, then he bit his lower lip without thinking, eyes darkening just a fraction as if the thought reached him too late.
Your breath stuttered.
Heat rushed to your cheeks, a soft blush blooming as you quickly looked away. You told yourself to focus, to get through the routine. Your feet kept moving, muscle memory saving you, even as your heart beat a little faster than before.
Felix did not look away immediately.
When you dared to glance back at the mirror, his expression had softened, eyes warm, almost amused. He danced flawlessly, but there was a new awareness in the way he moved, like he had been pulled into the same quiet current as you.
You pushed through the rest of the choreography, sweat gathering at your temples, along your neck, proof of effort and intensity. By the time the music stopped, you were breathing hard, chest rising and falling as you bent slightly to catch your breath.
“Good job,” someone said nearby.
You straightened just as Felix walked over, holding out a cold bottle of water toward you.
“Here,” he said, voice gentle.
You took it gratefully, fingers brushing his for a brief second. “Thank you,” you said, twisting the cap open and taking a long drink.
You wiped your forehead with the back of your hand, then laughed softly, suddenly self-conscious. “Sorry,” you added. “I sweat a lot. It’s kind of embarrassing.”
Felix blinked, then frowned slightly, like the idea genuinely confused him. “Why?” he asked.
You shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s not exactly pretty.”
He shook his head immediately, sunlight warmth in his eyes. “Don't be ashamed of that,” he said. “It just means you’re working hard.”
His words landed gently but firmly. You looked at him, surprised.
“And honestly,” he continued, a small smile tugging at his lips, “the audience is going to focus on you anyway.”
You let out a quiet chuckle, shaking your head. “You say that like it’s a fact.”
Felix smiled wider, confidence easy and sincere. “It is.”
Your cheeks warmed again, but this time the feeling was softer, less flustered. “Thanks,” you said. “That’s really sweet of you.”
He nodded, then took a step back, lifting his hand in a small wave. Before turning away, he shot you a playful wink, quick and effortless, like a secret shared just between the two of you.
Then he jogged back to the others, laughing at something Changbin said, slipping easily into the group like nothing had happened.
You stood there for a moment longer, water bottle cool in your hand, heart lighter than before. You glanced at the mirror again, catching your own reflection.
Sweaty. Tired.
Smiling.
Seungmin
The practice room felt especially focused today. The air was heavy with concentration, every movement sharp, every count precise. Seungmin stood out as usual, posture straight, expression serious, eyes locked on the mirror like nothing else existed. When he practiced, it always felt like he shut the rest of the world out.
You danced behind him, following the choreography carefully. You knew his part was coming up, the section where his voice usually carried the rhythm. Without thinking much of it, you found yourself mouthing his lyrics along with the track, quietly, instinctively, the words already familiar from countless run-throughs.
Seungmin’s part began.
He stepped forward, movements clean and controlled. His reflection stayed focused until, mid-count, his eyes shifted just slightly.
He saw you.
Your lips moved in time with his lyrics, expression concentrated but soft, like you were genuinely enjoying the moment. It caught him completely off guard. His brows lifted for a fraction of a second before his lips curved upward.
Then he smiled.
Not the polite, restrained kind. A real one.
A small laugh slipped out of him before he could stop it, breathy and surprised, breaking straight through his usual composure. His shoulders loosened just a bit, timing still intact but expression unmistakably different.
Everyone noticed.
“What was that?” Han blurted out, staring at him. “Did he just smile like...for real?”
Changbin glanced over, confused. “Hyung, are you okay?”
Han grinned immediately, sensing an opportunity. “Wow, look at him. Practice finally got fun for you?”
Seungmin snapped his gaze toward Han, eyes narrowing in warning. “Focus,” he said sharply, though his tone lacked its usual bite.
He glanced back at the mirror.
Back at you.
For a brief second, your eyes met. Heat rushed to your face when you realized he had noticed you mouthing his lyrics. Seungmin’s smile returned, softer this time, almost shy. It barely lasted a moment before he looked away again, clearing his throat.
The music stopped.
“Sorry,” Seungmin said quickly, bowing his head slightly toward the others. “I lost focus for a second.”
Han scoffed. “That’s new.”
“I said focus,” Seungmin repeated, ears faintly pink.
You looked down, suddenly very interested in your shoes, heart beating faster than before. The room buzzed with quiet amusement, but the teasing slowly faded as practice resumed.
Seungmin was back to serious almost immediately. His posture straightened, expression composed, voice steady when counting beats. If someone had not seen it happen, they would never guess anything had changed.
But you noticed.
Every so often, when he thought no one was watching, his eyes flicked toward you through the mirror. Just for a second. Just long enough for his lips to twitch like he was fighting another smile.
When practice finally ended, Han threw an arm around his shoulders. “You’re acting weird today,” he said. “What happened back there?”
Seungmin shook him off. “Nothing.”
He hesitated, then glanced at you once more before turning away. The shy smile returned briefly, just for himself this time.
You exhaled quietly, warmth blooming in your chest.
Seungmin might have apologized for losing focus.
But you knew exactly why he had.
Jeongin
The practice room already felt lighter when Jeongin was around. You had always matched each other’s energy without trying, laughing at the same things, moving with the same easy rhythm. Practice with him never felt stiff or heavy. It felt natural, like breathing.
The music started, and you fell into formation. The choreography flowed smoothly, your body warm and loose. Jeongin danced a few steps away from you, movements sharp but playful, expression focused in the way he liked to pretend he was older than he really was.
Halfway through the routine, your eyes met.
It happened through the mirror, accidental and perfectly timed. Jeongin’s lips twitched first, eyes lighting up with unmistakable amusement. You tried to stay serious. You really did. But the moment stretched just a second too long, and suddenly both of you broke.
A quiet giggle slipped out of you.
Jeongin laughed too, shoulders bouncing slightly as he tried to hide it behind the movement. It was brief, barely noticeable, but it was enough to throw both of you off for a beat. You quickly pressed your lips together, forcing your expression back into something neutral, but the spark of laughter lingered behind your eyes.
You finished the choreography without any more mistakes, but you could feel the energy buzzing between you, like an inside joke still unfolding.
When the music stopped, Bang Chan clapped his hands together. “Alright,” he said, scanning the room. His eyes landed on Jeongin almost immediately. “I.N.”
Jeongin straightened instinctively. “Yeah?”
“Where is your head,” Chan said, tone teasing but firm. "You with us?"
You noticed how Chan’s gaze flicked toward you for half a second before returning to Jeongin, like he had already pieced things together. He did not say anything else, but the look said enough.
Jeongin nodded quickly. “Yes, hyung.”
You tried to busy yourself, grabbing your water bottle, pretending you had not been part of the problem. Still, you could feel Jeongin’s attention drifting back to you like a magnet refusing to let go.
Chan kept talking, giving notes, but Jeongin’s focus slipped again. You felt it before you saw it, that familiar pull of being watched.
You glanced up.
Jeongin was looking at you.
Not openly enough to get caught, but not subtle either. His lips curved into a grin, eyes sparkling with mischief he was absolutely not hiding. You bit back a smile, shaking your head slightly in warning.
He only grinned wider.
Chan finally finished talking and waved everyone off to reset. Jeongin exhaled loudly, rolling his shoulders like he had been holding tension in his body the entire time.
As he passed by you, he slowed just enough to catch your eye again.
Then he winked.
It was quick and playful, completely unapologetic. Your heart jumped, warmth spreading across your chest as you laughed under your breath. You turned away before anyone could see your reaction, but the smile refused to leave your face.
Behind you, Jeongin hummed cheerfully, already bouncing back toward the others like he had not just been scolded. Chan watched him go, shaking his head with a fond sigh.
You took a sip of water, trying to calm the flutter in your stomach.
Jeongin might have been told to take practice seriously.
But he still found ways to remind you that dancing was meant to be fun.