Moments With Stray Kids

moments with stray kids…

…that feel like ur part of skz!! writing these were very fun :) also wrote for Changbin twice but didn’t wanna take one out so I left both :}

warnings; kitchen injury in Jeongin’s! (A cut) food in Han’s, Changbin’s second one, Minho’s, and Felix’s. 1.3k words !

ot8! x gn!member! reader (no pronouns mentioned –I believe) This can be read as platonic, or however you want to read it!

“What’s happening?” You asked quickly, looking at the other three for help as Changbin hovered above you, legs on either side of your body. “This is not good for my health!” You shouted, arms trembling as you continued your last set.

“Come on, Y/n!” Changbin cheered, smiling widely above you, hands hovering under the bar just in case. “One more for me.”

Jeongin stifles a laugh, nudging Hans' shoulder. “It feels like I’m third wheeling.” Han makes a noise of agreement, laughing loudly when he hears your shout.

“I think I’m gonna pass out.” You mumbled, holding your hands against your face. Chan says something incoherent, probably something about not passing out. When you move to sit up, you realize Changbin is still standing above, waiting with a teasing grin on his face.

“Maybe you should do another set.” He says, laughing when your eyes widen. The back of your hand makes contact with his shoulder, a resonating slap being heard, making Changbin back away with a loud laugh.

There’s an evident pout on your face as you move to the corner of the room, curling yourself into a ball and tucking yourself in the space between the wall and one of the exercise machines.

“Life is so unfair.” You mumbled quietly, side-eyeing the camera that made its way next to you. “Stay, the things I go through. Save me, please.”

“Do you want me to do it?” You asked quietly, kneeling next to Han. He cringes as he cleans the shrimp, pure disgust on his face as he looks at you with pleading eyes. “It’s okay,” you laugh, “Let me do it.”

He watches you with a dejected smile, hands limp at his side, that shake when he laughs. “Thank you.”

–

“Hey, Hannie.” He turns to you, cheeks puffed full of food, moving from side to side as he chews. You show him a peeled shrimp, gesturing for him to eat it. “Chew first.” You laughed, smiling when he nodded as he chewed as if it’d make the food go down faster.

When you look away at Seungmin for just a moment, there’s a vocal ‘chomp’ from beside you, and just as you turn to the culprit, Han sits with a bright smile and puffed cheeks.

“I’m hungry.”

A collective laughter rings out near Changbin, Hyunjins hand clasped over his shoulder as he laughs into his hand. “There are more important things.”

“Nothing is more important than food,” Changbin grumbles, looking at the camera before smiling, holding up a heart. “Except for stays.”

You watch with an amused smile from the table, throwing up a peace sign when the camera pans onto you. “Shall we be heroic, stay?” You asked the camera, reaching into the bag beside you, pulling out a small snack to hopefully satisfy Changbin. “Hey, Changbin.” You called, gesturing for him to come when he turned to you.

His face lights up when you present the snack to him, laughing loudly when he slaps Lino’s hand, who tries to take it. “Thank you!”

Seungmin passes by with an amused smile, “Who’s the older one here?”

“Don’t listen to that,” you muttered, blindly slapping around to knock the phone out of Bangchan’s hand. “It’s embarrassing.”

Chan only sighs dreamily, turning up the volume on his phone. “A love song,” he sighs again, “I wonder who it’s about.”

You groan loudly at his instigation, picking your head off the sofa arm. “It’s not about anyone!” You argued, pouting as you lay down again.

Chan smiles at you, patting your leg roughly. “It’s about me, isn’t it?” He teases, shaking your leg now. “You wrote it about me?”

“Oh yes, 'cause you’re so charming.”

“Are you trying to tell me something?”

Seungmin nudges you lightly to get your attention, head turning from your bustling members to the quiet side of the table.

“Can you pass me a water bottle?” He asked, leaning close to your ear so you’d hear him. You nodded, reaching behind hyunjin to grab one, mumbling a quiet sorry when you accidentally bumped him.

Seungmin reaches for the bottle, but before it’s in his grasp, he watches you twist the cap open absentmindedly, humming when you hand it to him.

Leaning on the counter, you watched the water slowly trickle down the filter into the cup, maple-colored tea filling the cup. Your head turns towards Hyunjin outside. His body hunched forward as he drew unbothered by himself.

When the tea finishes brewing, you grab another cup, letting that fill while you bring the freshly made one outside.

Hyunjin acknowledges your presence with a hum, looking up at you when you silently place the mug in front of him. Your hand finds purchase on his head, fingers tousling his hair. “Make sure to take a break.” You whispered, straightening your back as an example.

Hyunjin only nods as you turn to leave, looking back at the mug with a fond smile when you've gone inside.

“Y/n.” You hum when you hear Jeongin’s call, turning in the direction of his voice when you don't receive a response. “Where’s the first aid kit?”

Immediately getting up from his question, you turned the corner to see him standing above the kitchen sink, finger trembling slightly as blood dripped into the sink.

You reach inside one of the overhead cabinets, tossing it on the counter beside the sink as you take his hand gently. “What happened?”

“I was cutting vegetables.” He answers calmly, hoping to make you less stressed about his finger. He flinched when you ran it under the water, shaking his head when you asked if it hurt.

After disinfecting the cut, you carefully wrapped a bandage around his finger, “There you go.” You said quietly, presenting his finger adorning a bright pink hello kitty bandaid.

Jeongin smiles at the bandaid, holding it up to your face. “Kiss it better.”

“Don’t push your luck.”

“Can you pass me that?” You asked, blinking at Minho when he blinked at you. “The salt min.”

He lets out a quiet ‘oh’ before picking it up and handing it to you, popping the cap open when he sees your marinade-covered hands.

“Thank you.” He nods, setting his phone on the chair next to him to watch you. His eyes track your movements as you prepare the food, getting up when your sleeve starts to roll down.

“Do you need help?” He asks once he’s rolled them back up, staring at the organized mess in front of him. “I can make the rice if you want?”

“Only if you want to.” You tell him, “I wanted to give you a break from cooking.” He hums, grabbing a pot regardless.

It’s quiet as you both cook, small talk being made here and there but never a full-on conversation. Minho grins when you hold a piece of meat for him, gratefully taking it with a hum.

“Do you have everything?” Felix nods, holding up his bag, pointing to his luggage, then patting his pockets. “Alright, let’s go.” There’s a smile on your face as you talk, but the pit in your stomach deepens when you get into the car.

Felix is antsy in the car, tapping his fingers on his leg. “I’m so nervous.” He tells you, the giddiness evident in his voice. “I’m so excited.”

A small laugh came from you at his words, looking at him from the corner of your eye when he clapped his hands. “We’re almost there. Are you sure you’re going to be okay by yourself?”

“Of course!” He argues, smile dropping when you turn into the airport. “Are you going to be okay without me?” His question was meant as a joke, but when he noticed your quiet demeanor, he lowered his head.

“You have fun, Felix.” You tell him, smiling when he looks at you. “Don’t worry about me missing your annoying demands at three am.” 

Felix laughs, hugging you from across the console, pointing out how uncomfortable it was with a chuckle. “You love making me kimbap at three am.” 

You hum quietly, rubbing his back before you let him go. “Have a good trip, Lix.”

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[12:20am] Chan slowly cracks open your bedroom door, trying his best to be as quiet as he can. His tired eyes immediately spot you lying in the middle of your shared bed, hair spread over the pillow as your hunched up form nestles underneath the heavy duvet, trying to block out the winter drafts. He smiles to himself, the day’s troubles washing away at the sight of his favourite girl. The boy gently tip-toes his way to the bed, pulling off his shirt before sliding into the covers next to you, his limbs suddenly aching with fatigue. He wriggles close to you, his arms automatically snaking around your waist, face burying into your back. Your eyes open at the sudden contact and heat, your lips forming into a huge smile. You place your hands over Chan’s as he wraps his legs around yours, holding you close to him as if he couldn’t bare to ever let you go.

my moon and stars.

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nobody thought jeongin would be the next one to get married, but alas, here you are, at the reception of your friend's wedding, nursing a glass of champagne.

"come on," minho says, snatching the glass away from you and finishing the rest of it in one gulp, before he takes you by the hand and tugs you forward. "let’s go dance."

you can't even be annoyed that he basically just stole your drink. instead, you just laugh, and let the love of your life drag you to the dance floor.

he guides you to move in a slow rhythm, matching the tempo of the song that's playing in the background. it's a song that you would usually think is overrated and has been played to hell and back, but in the moment, drunk on the cozy atmosphere, you think it's nice. you briefly wonder what song you would choose for your first dance at your own wedding.

it's just a fleeting thought. you've been having those all day.

jeongin's wedding was beautiful. everything was done to perfection, and you have no doubt that most of it was overseen by his girlfriend.

nope, correction: she's his wife now.

nevertheless, you've been imagining yourself and minho in a similar setting. you in a stunning white dress. him, dashing in a classy suit. the two of you exchanging vows with teary eyes in front of your friends and families. the cats as ring bearers. sealing forever with a deep kiss and fond smiles.

as you continue to sway along to the music, you wrap your arms around minho's neck and pull him closer. there's something in the way that he's been treating you all day that makes you melt even more than it usually does. he's been more touchy; there's not a single moment where his hands aren't on your body in any way, whether it be a hand on your knee, on the small of your back, or an arm around your waist. minho isn't often overt with his affection like that; he tends to dote on you in the privacy of your own loving bubble, away from anyone and everyone.

then, there's the softness that he's looking at you with in his chocolate brown eyes. it's warm, saccharine; it makes you feel like you two are the only people left in the room even though this is supposed to be someone else's big day.

"i love you," he says suddenly, brushing his nose against yours before leaning in just a tad closer to your lips, "you mean the world to me."

it's rare for minho to say things like this out of the blue. he's a man of few words after all.

he's full of surprises today, it seems.

"what's the occasion?" you ask with a coy smile.

"no occasion. just wanted to tell you that."

you close the distance, pressing your lips against his as his arms wrap themselves tighter around your body. "i love you too," you smile against him.

he mirrors your smile, and kisses you deeper. he's so sweet today, so openly loving with you even as your friends around you watch on.

you have an inkling that maybe, just maybe, he's been thinking the same things as you.

you stay in each other's arms until the song ends, then another one, then a couple more, just basking in soothing glow of love that's covering the air tonight. minutes pass with kisses shared, until it's finally time for the bouquet toss.

minho reluctantly lets you leave his side for the first time since the morning. his eyes follow you as you move to the front of the room, standing a comfortable distance away from the bride. you've never really been interested in this kind of things anyway; you're just doing it for the sake of participation.

everyone else is engrossed in what's about to happen, their eyes fixed on the bride and the peonies in her hands, but minho is only focused on you. you, who's trying to blend in with the group of people and undoubtedly praying that the bouquet doesn't make its way into your hands. you, whom he thinks looks so beautiful, all dolled up for the special occasion. you, who made his heart stutter when you walked into the room in your pretty dress and flashed him a bashful smile. (but who is he kidding? you make his heart want to give out and run away every single morning when he wakes up and sees you peacefully sleeping in his arms.)

just you. always only you.

you, you, you.

you don't hang in the moon in the sky. you are the moon, you are the stars.

minho watches you watch the bride as she counts down from 3, then flings the bouquet up in the air while everyone waits with bated breath. it's a mess of flailing arms from what he can tell, a couple of the bridesmaids practically fighting each other to try and grab the damn thing.

you try to make yourself smaller, to duck lower so that the others could have the honor instead of you. but when the flowers come hurling toward you, you have no choice but to raise your hands and catch it, lest you want to be lobbed in the face with a bouquet of peonies.

some of the people around you sigh frustratedly, but most of the guys around minho suddenly burst into loud cheers. they clap him on the back and shake him by the shoulders but still, he remains transfixed on you and your adorable wide-eyed expression. your parted lips and doe eyes blinking fast as a rosy flush creeps up your skin.

your eyes find him in an instant, and you both just stare at each other for a moment. he reckons that you're trying to gauge his reaction, because the room is now filled with excited squeals of congratulations and half-hearted jokes of how you and minho are going to be the next ones to get hitched.

you look uncertain, still frozen in place with your hands clutching the peonies.

but then he just smiles, and it makes you smile too, your body immediately relaxing as you give him a wave using the bouquet, your shoulders slumping slightly when you release a sigh.

to minho, it doesn't matter whether you caught the flowers or not; neither of you believes in that kind of stuff anyway. it doesn't matter because he's always known that he was going to marry you, that there's no one else he would rather spend the rest of his life with.

it doesn't matter because unbeknownst to you, he's already got a velvet box hidden somewhere in your shared home, with a gorgeous diamond ring inside just waiting for the day it can be put on your finger.

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