Poly!Skz (ot8) x 9thmember!Reader (each unit will be a continuation within the same story)
Just look at me - danceracha x reader
sypnosis : you were supposed to be part of a new girl group under jype — at least — that's what was promised to you. to your dismay, you end up as a new member in an already forged group consisting of 8 men.
Summary: Being Stray Kids’ vocal coach means staying professional… even when your boyfriends are vocalracha and determined to test your self-control every single day.
Word count: 961
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The first rule you set for yourself every morning was simple: be professional.
You repeated it like a mantra as you walked into the JYP building, coffee in one hand, iPad in the other, posture straight, expression calm. Vocal coach. Staff. Adult. Not the girlfriend of two Stray Kids members who thought your job was a personal challenge.
You barely made it three steps into the practice room hallway before you heard it.
“Coach-nim~” Seungmin’s voice sang out, far too sweet to be innocent.
You didn’t look at him. “Good morning, Seungmin.”
Jeongin popped into your peripheral vision from the other side, hands clasped behind his back like he was hiding something. “Good morning,” he echoed, grinning wide. “You look… very professional today.”
You finally glanced at them, unimpressed. “You’re both late.”
Hyunjin, walking past with a water bottle, snorted. “And she hasn’t even kissed either of you yet. Growth.”
“Hyunjin,” you warned.
“What?” He held up his hands. “I’m just proud of you. Last month you wouldn’t even look at them without smiling.”
Seungmin tilted his head, eyes softening for half a second before the mischief returned. “She smiled at me in the elevator.”
“I smiled at everyone in the elevator,” you shot back.
Jeongin leaned closer. “Not like that.”
You sighed and turned on your heel. “Vocal warm-ups. Ten minutes. If either of you make this weird, I’m adding scales.”
They both groaned in unison.
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Dating Seungmin and Jeongin had been… unexpected, to say the least.
It had started quietly. Late nights in the studio, Jeongin lingering after practice to ask for “one more note,” Seungmin staying behind to “fix harmonies” that were already perfect. Somewhere between shared coffees and laughter echoing through empty halls, lines blurred.
Now you were here. Their vocal coach. Their girlfriend. Their shared favorite person.
And every day was a balancing act.
They behaved—mostly—when others were around. Mostly.
Bang Chan knew, of course. He’d known before you even said anything.
“You know,” he’d said one night in the studio, watching the way Seungmin subtly positioned himself closer to you, the way Jeongin mirrored him without thinking, “you’re gonna have your hands full.”
“I already do,” you’d replied, deadpan.
Chan had laughed. “They’re happier. That’s what matters.”
The rest of the members found out gradually. Felix had gasped dramatically. Changbin had demanded rules. Lee Know had pretended not to care and then threatened Seungmin with dish duty if he hurt you. Han had simply stared at the three of you and said, “So that’s why vocalracha is glowing.”
Today, they were glowing obnoxiously.
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During warm-ups, Seungmin followed every instruction perfectly—too perfectly—holding eye contact just long enough to make your chest tighten. Jeongin, meanwhile, kept raising his hand.
“Yes?” you asked, already tired.
“Is it okay if I sing it like this?” he asked, deliberately switching to a tone you’d once praised in private.
You cleared your throat. “That’s… acceptable.”
Seungmin smirked. “She likes that one.”
“I did not say that.”
“You didn’t have to,” Jeongin chirped.
From the corner, Han stage-whispered to Felix, “They’re flirting.”
Felix nodded solemnly. “Aggressively.”
You clapped your hands once. “Focus.”
They did—eventually. And when practice ended, you packed up quickly, determined to escape before they could corner you.
You didn’t make it past the stairwell.
Seungmin slipped in behind you, the door clicking shut softly. Jeongin followed, leaning back against it with a grin that made your stomach flip despite yourself.
“This is a workplace,” you warned, though your voice was already softer.
Before you could argue, Jeongin leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek—light, fleeting, gone before anyone could walk in. Your breath hitched.
“Jeongin,” you hissed.
He shrugged. “Couldn’t help it.”
Seungmin waited, always patient, always watching you for permission. When you nodded—barely—he leaned down and kissed you softly. Just once. Slow, warm, grounding.
It was enough to make the rest of the day feel lighter.
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Outside of work, things were easier.
In the dorms, curled up on the couch, Jeongin draped over you like a cat while Seungmin sat close, arm resting behind you, fingers tracing idle patterns on your sleeve. Movie nights meant Jeongin stealing popcorn and Seungmin correcting dialogue under his breath.
“You’re doing it again,” you murmured.
“It’s inaccurate,” Seungmin replied seriously.
Jeongin laughed. “You love it.”
You did.
The members were… surprisingly normal about it.
Felix loved you openly, always hugging you when you visited. Changbin pretended to scold the boys but slipped you snacks. Hyunjin asked for relationship advice like this wasn’t the most chaotic situation possible.
Lee Know only said, “If they annoy you, tell me.”
Sometimes you caught them watching Seungmin and Jeongin with soft smiles—proud, protective, relieved.
They were different with you. Gentler. Happier.
Back at work, you stayed professional. You corrected pitch, encouraged breath control, praised progress. You ignored the way Seungmin’s eyes followed you across the room or how Jeongin pouted when you praised someone else.
Until one day, during a break, Jeongin slipped you a sticky note.
You’re really cool today.
You stared at it, then up at him.
He beamed.
Seungmin, not to be outdone, slid his own note over moments later.
Dinner after? I’ll behave.
You folded both notes carefully, heart warm.
Maybe you weren’t perfect at separating work and love.
But watching them sing, laugh, grow—knowing you were part of their world in every way that mattered—it felt worth it.
At the end of the day, as you walked out together, Seungmin reached for your hand openly now, no one around. Jeongin leaned in and kissed your temple, soft and affectionate.
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