summary: in which skz start to abandon their old habits after getting a girlfriend, and their fellow members can only watch in stunned horror as love turns these men soft. the girlfriend effect is real. nobody is safe.
cw: profanity, fluff, use of she/her pronouns, pls pls pls take the humor with a grain of salt
chan
bang chan does not sleep. everyone knows that.
he goes to bed into the next day—3am, 4am, sometimes not at all—and wakes up looking like he’s been in an toxic relationship with his pillow. it’s a thing. a legend, even. the morning game among the members is always:
“what time do you think chan slept last night?” “earlier or later than 3am?”
so when he walks into morning dance practice looking… rested?
eyes clear. hoodie on straight. skin dewy. shoulders not hunched like a man carrying three unfinished tracks.
suspicion brews.
no one’s said it yet, but the members are all thinking the same thing
seungmin narrows his eyes like he’s solving a mystery. then, slowly, he raises a finger and points directly at chan.
“what time,” he begins, voice ominous, “did you sleep last night?”
it’s the sacred question. normally used to roast him. normally answered with some sleep-deprived groan and a “i don’t know, man.” but this time, it comes out… almost reverent. because the idea of bang chan getting a full night’s sleep is no longer a joke—it’s truth.
chan blinks. like he didn’t expect anyone to ask.
“uh…” he rubs the back of his neck, looking sheepish. “y/n was tired. we kinda crashed around midnight.”
midnight.
midnight.
you could hear a pin drop on the dance floor.
jeongin just stares. mouth slightly open. brain buffering.
“you slept... at midnight?” he echoes.
chan shrugs, trying to play it off but he can’t hide the way his lips twitch like he’s just a little too proud. “yeah, she knocked out so i didn’t want to wake her.”
“s-so you just… fell asleep? did she drug you or something?”
chan just laughs. “nah, i just like being next to her. it’s easy to fall asleep.”
jeongin looks like he’s witnessing a crime scene. or maybe a miracle. it’s hard to tell.
“he’s broken,” he whispers, still staring. “she’s broken him.”
seungmin doesn’t even blink. he crosses his arms and says, deadpan, “no. she’s fixed him.”
and that day, for the first time in forever, chan doesn’t yawn once.
minho - “don’t touch my ass.”
minho is many things. dancer. cat dad. human embodiment of strange.
but above all. he’s a butt hunter.
he will grope, slap, poke, and outright ambush the butts of any member foolish enough to turn their back on him. it's not even weird anymore, it's tradition. a stray kids rite of passage.
so when several days go by with no butt activity? suspicion brews.
jisung is the first to notice. obviously. he passes minho in the hallway and flinches out of habit, or trauma, but nothing. not even a threatening twitch.
it’s unsettling. so unsettling, in fact, that jisung decides to take matters into his own hands.
literally.
the next day, backstage at inkigayo, jisung makes his move.
minho’s facing the mirror, fixing his hair. perfect. jisung creeps up behind him like he’s in a nature documentary.
and then…pat. a clean, respectful grab.
he waits. silence.
minho blinks at his reflection, then turns around slowly. calmly.
then: “don’t touch my ass.”
jisung chokes. “what?”
minho just stares at him. blank. serious.
“don’t touch my ass,” he repeats, tone calm like he’s scolding a cat for scratching the couch again.
“are you mad at me? jisung sputters.
that finally gets minho’s full attention. he sighs, and looks up at jisung like he’s explaining something very simple to a very dumb squirrel.
“no. i’m not mad at you,” he says, voice calm. “it’s not about you.”
jisung blinks, confused and still braced for impact. “then what is it?”
minho shrugs, like it’s obvious. “it’s y/n.”
there’s a pause as jisung tries to keep up.
minho sighs again, rubbing the back of his neck. “like… i wouldn’t love it if other people were grabbing my partner’s ass all the time, even as a joke, you know? and yeah, it’s always been just us messing around, but still. she’s my girlfriend. i wanna be consistent.”
jisung stares. “so… you’re retiring from ass play.”
minho gives him a flat look. “don’t call it that.”
jisung holds up both hands, backing off. “okay, okay. sorry. just—wow. that’s actually kind of sweet. and disturbingly mature.”
“you had a good run. but i’m taken now. full package. including the rear.”
jisung almost falls to his knees.
“she’s corrupted you.”
changbin - “i hope you lose your pump.”
changbin is reliable.
rain or shine, comeback or break, he goes to the gym.
if he skips a day, he complains that he can “feel himself shrinking.” if his members skip leg day, he offers to carry them and their guilt.
so when he’s not at the gym by 10am, it’s weird. when he’s not at the gym by noon? alarming. and when he’s not at the gym at all?
something is deeply wrong.
minho’s the first to text:
you alive or did you get hit by car
no reply.
by 2pm, some have migrated to the dorms to check on him in person. they knock. no answer. chan tries the handle—unlocked.
and there he is.
changbin. on the couch. blanket over his legs. one arm around you, the other lazily flipping through netflix. a half-eaten bowl of popcorn on his lap.
he looks up. blinks.
“oh, hey,” he mumbles, clearly still half-asleep. “didn’t hear you.”
silence.
you offer a small wave from behind the couch. “hi.”
minho squints.
“where were you?” chan asks, tone sharp like an accusation.
changbin blinks. “sorry?”
“the gym,” minho says, gesturing wildly.
changbin furrows his brows. “i don’t remember telling you i was going.”
“you never have to tell us,” chan cuts in, clearly distressed. “you always go. we stopped asking you ages ago.”
“you’re the one who made a whole speech about how ‘discipline is showing up even when you don’t feel like it.’” minho scoffs.
you shift under the blanket slightly, sitting up a bit straighter, and speaking up for the first time since the interrogation began.
“i called him over,” you say simply, voice soft but teasing. “sorry none of you have girls asking to spend time with you.”
minho scoffs.
changbin chuckles beside you, hand up for a high-five. you slap it, grab another handful of popcorn, and lean back with a smile.
chan shakes his head, but his lips twitch like he’s trying not to smile. “can’t even be mad. you look happy.”
“you’ve changed,” minho says solemnly, but really, he’s proud. “i hope you lose your pump.”
changbin grins. “you’re just jealous.”
they probably are.
hyunjin - “she likes me when i'm low-effort.”
hyunjin doesn’t just get ready. he curates.
every outfit is a look. every look has a theme. earrings. scarves. a gentle waft of expensive perfume that smells like whispered poetry.
so when he walks out of his room wearing—
sweatpants. a plain white t-shirt. no versace. no rings. no 12-step skincare glow. just lip balm.
his roommate, changbin, nearly drops his protein shake.
“hold still.” he steps in front of the door, arms spread like he’s blocking a crime scene. “are you really going out like that?”
hyunjin blinks. looks down at himself like he forgot what he put on. then shrugs. “yeah. date.”
“with who, your bed?”
silence.
“you’re going out with your girlfriend, hyunjin.” he says slowly,
hyunjin tilts his head. “she likes me just fine this way.”
changbin groans like he’s being personally attacked. “do you know how hard i tried to look good the last time i saw a girl? i changed outfits four times and still ended up sweating through my shirt.”
hyunjin just smirks, grabbing his phone off the counter before opening the door. “maybe you should’ve tried less.” he adds casually, before stepping out. “bye.”
and all changbin can do is stand there, shaking his head, whispering.
“she’s changed him.”
han - his ego took a sick day
jisung milks compliments. he lives off the validation.
in interviews, when asked who's the funniest?
“obviously me.”
best-looking?
“me, but hyunjin’s close.”
most talented?
“it’s me. i wrote this question.”
you’re at the jyp cafeteria, trays clinking, the hum of trainees and staff in the background as you sit shoulder to shoulder with jisung at a corner table, while hyunjin and felix are across from you.
jisung’s rambling about something—probably a dream, possibly a conspiracy—chopsticks waving as he talks through a mouthful of rice. that’s when you notice it.
a tiny scrap of seaweed. clinging to the edge of his lip.
you lean in just a bit, tapping the side of your own mouth. “right there.”
he pauses, tongue darting out instinctively to swipe the spot along with a flick of his eyes up at you like, did i get it?
and somehow… it’s stupidly attractive.
and it hits you.
“you’re so handsome,” you murmur.
hyunjin and felix immediately stop eating.
the air stills.
felix sets down his spoon with a slow motion.
hyunjin glances at felix. then at you. then at jisung. they both brace for it.
this is the moment where his ego explodes.
he’s about to say something cocky. something ridiculous like "thank you for the unnecessary comment—everyone already knows that."
but none of that happens.
instead?
jisung freezes.
his chopsticks stop mid-air. his lips part slightly, like the words never formed.
felix and hyunjin exchange a slow, stunned glance across the table, like they’re witnessing something rare and possibly mythical.
jisung clears his throat. forces a tiny smile. not his usual smug grin—something smaller. bashful.
you tilt your head, soft and sincere as you repeat. “you’re really handsome.”
he ducks his head slightly, mumbling, “stop,” but there’s no bite in it.
you grin.
that’s when hyunjin leans forward dramatically, hand cupping his mouth. “i didn’t know you were capable of being humble.”
jisung groans, shoving a spoonful of rice into his mouth just to avoid talking. “shut up.”
hyunjin smirks. “you’re blushing.”
“i am not.”
felix points. “then why are your ears the color of gochujang?”
jisung throws him a look, cheeks puffed full of rice like a chipmunk. he chews dramatically, swallows, and finally mutters—
“god forbid i get a little flustered when my girlfriend compliments me.”
hyunjin groans dramatically, flopping back in his chair. “she softened him. he’s fully simmered.”
felix sighs into his hands. “remember when he used to call himself ‘sex on legs’ and say we were lucky to know him?”
jisung shovels another spoonful of rice into his mouth. “still true,” he mumbles.
he then looks at you—blushing, with a small smile.
felix - "i’m keeping her on her toes.”
felix is a certified cuddle bug.
he initiates first, always. doesn’t matter the time, the place, or the number of witnesses. if you're standing still for more than five seconds? he’s already wrapped around you like a weighted blanket if it had freckles.
he hugs everyone. back hugs. side hugs. full-body collapse hugs. the man radiates affection like it’s photosynthesis—he needs it to live, and he makes sure everyone else gets a dose too.
but ever since he started dating you…you started playing this little game. felix has decided to become your greatest enemy.
you step into the recording studio with a bright smile, holding iced americanos.
only felix, chan, and jisung today. chan looks up from the mixing board, immediately grinning. “oh, legend. thank you.”
jisung’s in the booth, mid-bar, rapping like his life depends on it.
you walk over to felix, who’s perched on the couch, headphones around his neck, scribbling notes in a lyric sheet. you set the tray of drinks down on the little table beside him, lean down, and press a soft kiss to his cheek.
then, naturally, you slide your arms around him in a casual hug.
he doesn’t move.
no returning squeeze. no snuggle into your shoulder. no dramatic gasp and full koala-mode cling. just him—smiling, smug.
smiling, but not hugging back.
you pull back just enough to pout. “felix. not this again.”
chan glances up from his monitor, brows raised. “what are you doing?”
felix turns to him. “she always expects the hugs. i’m trying to keep her on her toes.”
you groan. “we live for the hugs, felix. there are rules.”
“i know.” he winks. “that’s why i break them.”
chan leans back in his chair, eyes wide like he’s seeing felix for the first time. “you’ve… developed self-control.”
you sigh dramatically, still half in his lap. “unfortunately.”
felix scoffs, poking your side. “don’t act like you’re some poor victim. you dodge me all the time!”
you narrow your eyes. “okay, fine. if you wanna play that game… how about neither of us do anything?”
felix leans back like he’s genuinely considering it. “alright. okay. deal.”
a beat passes. one whole second.
then—
he immediately lunges forward, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck. “too late.”
you squeal as he hugs you tight and presses a quick kiss to your cheek, smug and unrepentant.
“felix!” you gasp, laughing. “you lasted one second!”
he grins into your shoulder. “you looked too cute being all serious.”
chan shakes his head from across the room, muttering, “so much for self-control.”
felix shrugs, arms still locked around you. “self-control’s overrated.”
you could only change him so much.
seungmin - no one knows where the savage went
seungmin has the softest little voice. polite. gentle. that kind of light, effortless tone that sounds like it should be used to offer you tea or read bedtime stories.
but then he opens his mouth and says something like,
“you look like someone who peaked in high school,” with the same tone you'd use to say, have a nice day.
and that’s the seungmin everyone knows—sharp-tongued, savage, and weirdly charming about it. naturally, everyone assumes he’d be the same with a partner.
you’re sitting with felix and changbin in the practice room when seungmin walks in, sipping his iced tea. he plops down next to you and greets the group with his usual drawl.
as you start unwrapping a protein bar, he eyes it casually and goes, “is that your second one today?”
you nod with a muffled “mhm,” mid-bite.
across from you, changbin freezes—brows raised, lips already curling like he’s bracing for the roast. he’s heard this setup before. he knows seungmin’s usual follow-up. normally, it’s a deadpan jab about how someone eats like a vacuum, or a not-so-subtle fat joke about needing a second lunch just to function. he’s ready.
but instead?
seungmin leans his head slightly toward you, eyes soft. “you like those ones, right? i’ll grab you a couple more next time i’m at the store.”
you blink at him, surprised—but smile, warmth blooming in your chest. “really?”
he nods, like it’s the easiest thing in the world. then reaches over, gives your knee a light pat.
changbin looks offended. “okay, how come you never say stuff like that to me? i’m the one who put her on those protein bars.”
seungmin doesn’t even look up.
“because when you eat, it sounds like a construction site.”
felix loses it, nearly spilling his drink as he doubles over laughing.
changbin gapes, pointing at seungmin. “i chew normally!”
seungmin finally looks up, deadpan. “you breathe heavy before opening a snack.”
you’re gaping at seungmin, caught between shock and laughter. “seungmin.”
he finally cracks—a tiny, knowing smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he turns toward you. he opens his mouth just slightly, so, huffing a laugh, you lift the protein bar and hold it up to his mouth.
seungmin bites down on the protein bar, eyes locked on yours—soft, a little smug, but mostly just… fond. like the insult he threw five seconds ago didn’t exist. like you’re the only thing in the room.
felix watches the entire thing unfold from the corner of the couch, straw halfway to his mouth, forgotten.
“somehow,” he mutters to changbin, stunned. “she’s tamed him.”
jeongin - "she's normal"
jeongin is the maknae 💜. and he loves being the maknae.
gets away with things. never has to go first. everyone looks out for him.
but the second one of his members tries to baby him? it’s war.
if hyunjin tries to feed him a spoonful—he glares like he’s been betrayed. if anyone calls him “innie baby”? he files for emotional damages.
he secretly loves the attention, obviously. but he’ll never admit it. not to their faces. not in this lifetime.
so when he walks off stage after the main performance, sweat-damp and glowing, and heads backstage for a breather before the encore, it’s a complete shock when jeongin lets you be touchy. lets you baby him. cause they’ve all tried and failed.
“you did so well, baby,” you say, all soft and proud, hands reaching up to fix the little flyaways at his temple.
even just the pet name “baby” hits the room like a mic drop.
hyunjin physically recoils.
jeongin just looks at you—shy smile pulling at the corner of his lips—and quietly asks, “you think so?”
you nod immediately. “i know so. you looked amazing out there.”
he blushes, eyes dropping, but he doesn’t pull away. if anything, he leans in a little—like your presence is the calm after the storm.
you cup his cheeks briefly, thumbs brushing just under his eyes. “i’m so proud of you, innie.”
another pet name. another shockwave.
this time, hyunjin can’t help himself. he dramatically stumbles backward like he’s been shot. so of course hyunjin takes it as a challenge.
on his way past, he reaches out and ruffles jeongin’s hair exactly the way he knows jeongin hates—fingers scratchy, deliberately messing it up.
“great job, baby,” hyunjin mocks in a high-pitched voice, grinning.
jeongin flinches immediately.
you laugh, covering your mouth as you watch the chaos unfold.
but hyunjin’s already on a mission.
he swoops in again—arms outstretched for a dramatic hug, lips puckered exaggeratedly as he leans in with a loud, “come here, my innie baby—”
jeongin panics, pushing at his chest with both hands. “get off me!”
hyunjin stumbles back, hand on his heart like he’s been betrayed. “come on! what is this? what does she have that i don’t?”
jeongin doesn’t even hesitate.
“she’s normal,” he deadpans, fixing his hair.
hyunjin staggers like the words physically struck him, hand still pressed to his chest in mock pain.
but jeongin’s already turned back to you—his expression softening, that tiny amused smile curling at his lips. you smile back just as sweetly, eyes crinkling, and he swears his heart does a little somersault.
hyunjin stares, genuinely stunned now, voice low and almost reverent.
“i’m… envious,” he mutters. “you’ve surely done something to him.”
author's note: what if skz did something totally out of character and their members lost their minds over it? i love a man completely changing his personality for a woman. sue me. anyways, thank you for reading this. i really hope you enjoyed it! engagement is appreciated, and feel free to leave some feedback 🫶
summary:
Y/N may be SEVENTEEN’s youngest member, but after TWS debuted, she became the unofficial mom, emotional support human, and fearless ringleader of an entire rookie group. Now they follow her like ducklings—and SEVENTEEN is getting a little too used to being uncles.
word count: 857
warnings: none, except Y/N collecting baby idols like Pokémon and Seungcheol having a fake crisis about it
italics = inner thoughts or sassy emphasis
It started with one juice box.
Just one.
Y/N was sitting backstage after rehearsal for Inkigayo, sipping her banana milk and stress-eating gummies when she noticed a group of tiny, fresh-faced boys hovering near SEVENTEEN’s waiting room.
Enter: TWS. Shiny. Nervous. Kind of lost.
And one of them—Jihoon, she’d later learn—looked like he was five seconds away from either crying or bowing to the floor.
Y/N had no idea why that unlocked a maternal instinct in her, but it did. So she waved them over and handed out the backup snacks she always kept for herself and Dino.
And that was her first mistake.
[Baby Ducks Acquire GPS]
From that day on, every time they were at a music show together, she’d find the TWS members huddled outside the SEVENTEEN dressing room like shy puppies waiting to be invited inside.
She lets them in, obviously.
Woozi almost screamed the first time he walked in and saw seven teenagers sitting in a circle around Y/N like it was story time at kindergarten.
Jeonghan started charging them rent.
Y/N now gets seven different “noonas!!” screamed at her the second she walks into a building.
Even though she’s only, like, three years older than the eldest one.
(“They’re just babies,” she says one day. “You’re also a baby,” Seungcheol replies. “Shut up, Grandpa,” she shoots back.)
[Day 7: They Discover Her Weakness]
Banana milk.
That’s it.
That’s all it took.
One TWS member showed up to a SEVENTEEN rehearsal with a six-pack of banana milk “for Y/N-noona because she looked tired yesterday.”
She cried. Not sob sob cried—but her lip definitely wobbled.
Seungkwan has it on video.
That same TWS member now has “baby angel favorite child” status. The others are bitter but determined to win their spot back.
Hoshi once saw them fighting over who got to carry Y/N’s dance bag.
“I trained for fifteen years,” he whispered. “And you get this kind of devotion after two banana milks?!”
[Day 10: Operation Duck Patrol]
Now SEVENTEEN doesn’t refer to them as TWS anymore.
No, they’re “Y/N’s Ducklings.”
“Where are your ducklings, maknae?” Wonwoo asks casually one morning.
Y/N shrugs. “Probably following the sound of my laughter.”
Cue Seungcheol’s distant wail: “WHY ARE YOU RAISING A WHOLE GROUP?!”
[Day 15: Jeonghan’s Blackmail]
Jeonghan realizes the ducklings do anything Y/N asks.
So he pays her to get them to prank the rest of SEVENTEEN.
The chaos is glorious.
Mingyu opens his closet to find it filled with rubber ducks. The next day, his phone background is mysteriously changed to a picture of Y/N in a crown and sunglasses, holding a juice box like a royal scepter.
She didn’t do that. They did. And she is so proud.
[THE INTERVIEW]
MC: “Y/N, you’ve really taken TWS under your wing!”
Y/N: “Oh, I’m their mom now. It’s official.”
MC: “Really?”
Y/N: “I named their group chat ‘ducklings’ and everything. I feed them. I scold them. One of them calls me when he can’t figure out how to use the washer. I didn’t sign up for this life. It chose me.”
TWS (off-camera): “WE LOVE YOU NOONA!!”
SEVENTEEN (off-camera): “Return the children!!”
[STAGE DAY: CHAOS LEVEL 100]
Y/N is standing side stage, getting ready for her solo intro in a SEVENTEEN performance.
She’s in full glam, earbuds in, eyes closed.
And behind her, seven rookie idols are bouncing on their heels like excited toddlers at a zoo.
“Noona, fighting!!”
“You’re gonna kill it!!”
“Your eyeliner is so cool!!”
“Can I borrow that jacket later?”
She turns around, squints.
“Go to hair and makeup,” she says, but she’s smiling.
[AFTERMATH]
After the show, she comes backstage and finds TWS waiting with a donut box.
Jihoon tries to protest. “She doesn’t need more sugar—!”
Y/N: already holding two donuts in one hand.
[SEVENTEEN GROUP CHAT, LATER]
Cheol: why do they follow you like ducklings
Y/N: because I give them snacks and validate their emotional growth 💅🏻
Jeonghan: she’s raising them better than we raised her
Dino: we didn’t raise her. she raised herself. in fire.
Woozi: and now she’s raising seven more.
Joshua: that makes us grandpas
Soonyoung: IM A TIGER NOT A GRANDPA
[BONUS: WHAT THE DUCKLINGS SAY]
TWS member, in a vlog: “Noona is really nice. She helps us when we’re nervous.”
Another one: “She taught us how to sneak banana milk past our managers.”
Another one: “She yelled at a stylist once because they rushed Jihoon-hyung’s makeup. It was amazing. She’s so cool.”
Another: “She let us use SEVENTEEN’s practice room but made us do a 30-minute warm-up and said if we didn’t stretch, she’d tell Woozi-hyung on us.”
The last one: “She’s like… if a cat was in charge of daycare.”
[THE END…?]
Y/N walks into HYBE one morning, hoodie over her head, drink in hand.
A TWS member runs up.
“Noona, did you eat yet??”
Another appears. “We saved you a seat in the cafeteria!!”
A third: “I brought you vitamin gummies!!”
Y/N blinks.
“Guys,” she says, touched. “You’re gonna make me cry.”
From behind her, Jeonghan: “She trained you too well. Now train Dino to answer his texts.”
