Summary: He defends you when another man disrespects you
Content: Sexism, mansplaining, generally men being douches, the boys standing up for you, fluff (?), swearing
A/N: We love men standing up for women. Some of them have different type!reader, so I just marked them individually. I'm not wildly proud of Han's, but I was struggle bussing and didn't want that one scene to hold up the post, so here it is. NOT PROOFREAD
It’s a hot summer day and you and Chan are going on a little coffee date. You decide to wear your new sundress that fits you just right while still feeling flowy and breathable. Chan steps up to the counter to order first.
“Hi, what can I get for you?” The young male barista smiles, meeting Chans gaze.
“Can I have an iced americano and then whatever she wants.” He gestures for you to step up and order as well.
The barista looks down at his tablet to input the order before looking back up at you. However, his eyes don’t go up as high as they should, his gaze sitting just below your shoulders. Deciding to ignore it, you clear your throat to order, “Uh, can I have—“
Chan cuts you off, deciding not to ignore it, “Oi, mate. Her eyes are up here.”
The barista’s eyes snap up, his face getting two shades pinker. He clears his throat, “Right! Sorry.”
Chan steps slightly closer, his hand resting on the small of your back, “Sorry to cut you off, love. Please continue.”
You give a polite smile, your gaze not meeting either of theirs, “Can I just have an iced latte?”
The barista stiffly nods, making sure his gaze doesn’t wander in even the slightest. “Anything else?”
“No thanks.” Chan steps forward to pay, his hand never leaving your back.
As the barista scurries away and you two walk over to a table, you nudge Chan on the shoulder. “You could have ignored it you know.”
Chan looks at you like you just told him the world ended, “I absolutely could not.”
“Even better for him to learn now that he shouldn’t look at women like that. I don’t care who they are, no one gets to disrespect you, ever.”
You press a quick kiss to his lips. “My hero.”
Lee Know is out drinking with a group of guys he doesn’t really know well. He only came because his friend invited him along, failing to mention the other four guys that would be joining. They are sitting around a table, several beers in while Lee Know is only finishing up his first, and they are telling a bunch of stupid jokes. Lee Know has been tuned out for most of the conversation, letting the noise go in one ear and out the other, giving a courtesy chuckle here and there.
“Yeah, Lee Know’s got a wife.”
Lee Know perks up, confused as to why you were brought up.
“Oh you’ll probably like this one,” A larger guy sitting across from Lee Know gives a crooked smile, pleased with whatever he is about to say. “What do you call a woman who lost 95% of her intelligence?” Lee Know's jaw tightens. “Divorced!” The group starts laughing, but Lee Know just stares at the man.
“I don’t get it.” Lee Know’s voice is deadly serious, catching the men off guard.
“I don’t get it. Why are we laughing?”
“Well, I said what do you—“
“No, I heard you. I just don’t get what’s so funny.”
The man blinks, clearly not used to push back. “Well—I…it was just a joke, you know.”
“No I don’t know. Explain it to me.” Lee Know leans forward ever so slightly, hands folded neatly on the table as if this was an interrogation. The other men have gone silent.
“I-I don’t…” The man stutters, “Why do you care so much man?!”
“I just don’t understand why we are laughing at the idea of demeaning women.”
“It was just a joke. Chill out.”
“But jokes are supposed to be funny and you have yet to explain to me why it is funny.” The man sputters unable to come up with anything. Lee Know straightens up, his sober mind working much faster than the drunk ones around him. “Unless there isn’t a reason and you are just laughing because it makes you feel like less of a terrible person for looking down on women. But honestly, I think it should make you feel worse. If you’re going to be a chauvinist asshole, you might as well man up and own it, but you are so insecure that you don’t even have the balls to do that. Instead, you get drunk and laugh about it when you think no one who cares is listening. You know, I might have missed the joke since I was practically zoned out, but you felt the need to gain my attention specifically because, for some unknown reason, you thought that because I’m male I would be sexist just like you. Unfortunately for you, I actually see women as people and understand that it’s wrong to make demeaning comments and laugh as if it wasn’t a big deal. And honestly, I might not have been quite as upset—though I still would have called you out—if you hadn’t mentioned my wife, but clearly you aren’t the smartest. Maybe you should change your joke. Instead of the answer being divorced, you should say that she married you. Speaking of which, I can actively feel my brain cells dying simply by being around you, so I’m going to go home to my incredible amazing wife who is incredibly smart and really the best thing that has ever happened to me. Maybe one day you’ll get sober and lonely enough to realize that you could have that too if you started treating women with respect like the actual human beings they are. But until then, please never talk to me again.” Lee Know takes the last sip of his beer before standing up and leaving without so much as a second thought.
You are working out with Changbin, doing RDLs when you notice a man nearby. You keep catching his gaze through the mirror, although instead of meeting your eyes, his gaze is fixed far too low for your liking. Your form gets a little stiffer as you feel uncomfortable under his stare and Changbin immediately notices.
“What’s wrong?” He looks at you concerned.
Your eyes unconsciously flick back to the man before focusing on Changbin, “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
But Changbin saw where your eyes went and he is in fact going to worry about it. Suddenly, he turns around taking a step towards the man behind you, “Hey, man. If you want help with your form, you could just ask instead of staring at me.”
The man stiffens up at having been acknowledged. “I wasn’t looking at you.”
“Oh? Are you sure?” Changbin’s voice gets ever so slightly louder, “Because that would mean you were staring at my girlfriend and I know you don’t want to get in a fight right here and now.” He flexes a little to emphasize his point.
The man’s eyes go wide, highly aware of the few people around who caught wind of the not so subtle comment. “I-I…Uh I just zoned out…sorry.”
“Yeah, well, zone out looking in a different direction next time.”
He nods vigorously before collecting his weights and moving to workout somewhere else entirely. When he’s gone, Changbin turns back to see you staring at him with a smirk.
“You are really going to fight a man in the middle of a gym?” You cross your arms.
“For you? I’d do anything.”
“Really?” He nods with a proud smile. “Even like doing the dishes when we get home?” You say giddily.
His smile falters, “I set myself up for that one didn’t I?”
“Yup!” You press a quick kiss to his cheek before finishing your workout.
Hyunjin x actress!reader:
Ever since you and Hyunjin started dating, you have been asked to do joint interviews. Today you are supposed to be doing an interview promoting your new movie that features a Stray Kids song.
You two sit down and greet the interviewer, give the basics of who you are and what you do. The interviewer asks Hyunjin a few questions about Stray Kids and the song. He turns to you and compliments your outfit, asking who made it. You don’t think much of it, taking the opportunity to be a good brand ambassador and promote the company. However, he turns his attention back to Hyunjin without any actual questions about the movie to you. A few more questions pass with Hyunjin before it bounces back to you.
“So, Y/N. Let’s talk a bit about the movie.”
“What’s your favorite outfit you wear during it? After all, the setting does lend itself to some potential for spectacular moments.”
You give a tight smile, “Yes, there are spectacular moments. One of my favorite moments is during quite the dramatic scene in the rain. The main character has gone through a lot of transformation at this point and it is all sort of coming to a head—“
“Okay but what are you wearing in this moment? Surely your favorite outfit isn’t one soaked in water?” He gives a hardy laugh making Hyunjin furrow his brows.
“I think you cut her off before she could finish answering.” Hyunjin places a hand on your knee, his voice and demeanor staying professional.
“Right, sorry. Getting ahead of myself,” the interviewer politely nods for you to continue and you give a quick smile to Hyunjin as thanks. You finish describing the scene, taking a bit of time to talk through your character since he seems determined to not let you. When you finish he just kind of nods, “That’s nice but you never mentioned the outfit?”
It takes everything in you not to roll your eyes and you feel Hyunjin squeeze your knee for reassurance. You settle for a tight smile, “I don’t want to spoil the surprise. Guess you’ll have to watch to find out.”
The interviewer points and laughs, “Ah, sneaky. I see what you did there.” He turns back to Hyunjin. “So, let’s hear your thoughts on the movie. Tell us about some of your favorite moments.”
Hyunjin looks between you and the interviewer, almost questioning Is that really all he’s gonna ask? But you just nod and smile, giving him a look that says Just answer. It’s fine.
Hyunjin keeps his answer brief, “Well that scene she just mentioned is pretty good. Obviously, I’m a bit bias in that I like the scene with our song. Any scene with her really.” He smiles at you.
The interviewer coo’s, “I suppose I should’ve guessed you would like any scene with her since she’s your girlfriend.”
“Well she’s also an incredible actress. Even before we were dating, I always loved her work.” He replies without missing a beat.
“Guess it was love at first scene.” The man laughs, “What can you tell us about the story of the movie? How do the characters progress and interact?”
“Yeah,” the man chuckles like it was a no brainer
“Well, she was in the movie, so she would probably have a better answer.”
“Well, then you can give us an audience perspective, see if the story comes off as intended.”
“How do you know the intended story? You’ve hardly asked her anything.” Hyunjin’s tone starts to become a little frustrated and you squeeze his hand to try and calm him.
The interview gives an awkward chuckle, “Well, I think most of our viewers know the plot, so you can give us an audience perspective.”
“If you wanted an audience perspective, you could’ve just interviewed people outside the theatre.”
“Well, you have a bit of an inside scoop, given that you are dating the main actress.” He points to you, yet keeps the question directed at Hyunjin.
“So ask the main actress. That’s why we’re here right?”
You cut in before Hyunjin can get any more riled up. “Do you have anymore questions about the song for him? Maybe he could give a bit more perspective on why they chose that song and how it fits the story of that particular scene?”
The interviewer smiles, his tone a bit dismissive to you, “We discussed that a bit earlier, so I figured we could get a fuller picture—“
Hyunjin cuts him off, “If you don’t have anymore questions about the song and clearly you don’t want to ask her anything, then I think we’re done here.” He stands up and bows, leaving without even giving the interviewer a chance to respond.
You also stand up and bow, “Thank you for inviting me to sit with Hyunjin on his interview. I hope we can have one for myself one day.” With a controlled smile, you follow your boyfriend out. Let’s just say you won’t be meeting with this interviewer again.
You are doing some spring cleaning and taking a bunch of boxes and bags full of stuff out of your house, some going to your car and others going to the curb. You are carrying a heavier box with a bunch of books when you hear someone call out to you.
“Hey!” You look and see a man about your age walking past your driveway. He waves and smiles, walking up your driveway. “Let me help you lift that.” He picks up the box and places it in your open trunk.
“Oh, uh thanks.” You give him an awkward smile.
“You moving all these boxes alone?” He asks.
“Oh, no. My boyfriend is here too.” As if on cue, Han walks out carrying another box. He see’s the random man and sets down the box before joining your side.
The man smiles, extending a hand to Han, “Hi, my name is Jong-un.”
Han takes his hand, “Han, nice to meet you. Do you know each other?”
“No, I just saw her struggling with a box and thought I would help. If you’ve got more I can help with those too.”
“Oh, no, you don’t need to do that. We can handle the rest.” You give a polite smile, wanting the random man to go away.
“Ah, come on. It’s no trouble. Leave the heavy lifting to the men, yeah?” He gives a hardy laugh, clapping Han on the back. “Would hate for a pretty little thing like you to hurt yourself.”
You bite your lip, trying to keep at bare minimum a neutral expression. Han furrows his brows at the comment. “Why did you say it like that?”
“Huh?” Jong-Un blinks at Han. “What do you mean?”
“You say it like she is weak or something.”
“Well, I mean men are stronger than women. It’s not meant to be mean. It’s just a fact.” He shrugs. “So, I think women should leave the heavy lifting for men if they can’t handle it.”
“She can handle it.” Han defends without missing a beat. “She is strong.”
Jong-un huffs a small laugh, “I’m sure she is…for a woman.”
Han straightens his posture and you can tell he is about to go on a rant, “For a woman? You say that like it’s a bad thing, like it’s something unimpressive. But you haven’t seen her lift anything. She is strong, in more ways than one. She can handle anything on her own. She doesn’t need help. But I choose to give help because I love her and she’s awesome and I want to make her life easier if I can. But she can handle it just fine. She lifted half these boxes by herself. She works out with me and can lift similar weight to me. So don’t call her ‘little’ or ‘weak’ like she is some fragile helpless thing. She is a strong independent woman and you will treat her as such.” He stands tall, despite being shorter than the man. “In fact, I’ll show you just how awesomely strong she is.” Han turns to you and jumps in your arms. You manage to catch him last minute, holding him up bridal style. “See, she can lift me just fine.”
Not wanting to ruin his point, you steel yourself and hold him up, despite it actually being a bit of a struggle.
“Let’s go inside. I’m tired of this loser.” Han directs you, causing you to turn and trudge back inside. Han glares at the man over your shoulder as you disappear inside.
As soon as you are out of sight, you immediately drop Han to the ground, causing him to squeak in surprise. You let out a huff, hands resting on your knees. “While I really appreciate you standing up for me, I’m not actually that strong you know.”
He stands up, “What do you mean? You carried me all the way inside.”
“Barely. Do you know how heavy you are?”
He gasps, “I just defended your honor, calling you strong and independent and you repay me by calling me fat?”
You glare at him, “You made me carry you back inside.”
You roll your eyes, “Okay Prince Charming, let’s finish moving these boxes so we can be done.”
“I got it!” He spends the rest of the afternoon carrying most of the boxes for you while consistently reminding you that he is doing it because he loves you and not because he thinks you’re weak. You smile at his goofy nature, happy to let him lift boxes while you sit and watch.
Felix is finishing up a game of league when you pop your head in, “Hey love, are you playing right now?”
He slips off one headphone, eyes still on the screen, “Yeah, but I can pause. What’s up?”
“Oh no, I was just wondering if I can join you?”
He smiles, “Of course you can.”
“Let me go grab my coffee and I’ll be back in.”
Finishing up his game he speaks to the other players, “Hey, my girlfriend’s gonna join.”
“Ah no,” one stranger chimes over the headphones. “She’s gonna drag us down.”
“Yeah, come on man.” Another one agrees.
“What? No, she’s a good player.” Felix defends
One of them scoffs, “She’s a girl. How good can she be?”
Felix furrows his brows about to say something when you walk back in. “Okay! I’m ready. Let me set up my computer.”
Felix looks between you and the computer, an idea pinging in his head. He mutes his mic, “Play on my computer.”
“What? No, I can play on mine.” You say, confused. “I want to play with you.”
“No, I know.” He stands up and puts his headphones on you. “But I need to go call Chan real quick, but I don’t wanna abandon my team.”
“Is everything okay?” You move to take his seat, worried for why he is calling Chan randomly.
“Yeah, just gotta clarify a work thing. You know how precise Chan can be.” He smiles, sitting you down in the chair. “You can change players if you want, just don’t unmute your mic.”
“These guys are kind of…odd. Just don’t want you talking to them.” He places a kiss to the top of your head before leaving the room.
You watch him leave, hoping everything is okay before hearing some voices over the chat. “yo, ready up.”
You get your set up and join a match. Various male voices ring over the chat tossing instructions here and there. Their strategies aren’t the best but you don’t speak up, wanting to respect Felix’s request. You play a whole match and basically carry. As the words ‘victory’ flash across the screen a couple voices call out, “Damn, dude. What happened to you?”
“Yeah man, your skill went up by like 10,000”
You start up another round as Felix walks back in the room. You look over, “Here, we just started.” You try to hand over the headphones but he stops you.
“No, no, finish this game. I wanna watch you play.” He stands behind you, his hands lightly rubbing your shoulders. The game starts up and you once again are bombarded with poor strategy from the random voices.
“Ugh, these guys strategy suck. I basically carried last round.” You grumble to Felix.
He kisses the top of your head, “So tell them different.”
“But you said not to talk to them.”
“You can talk strategy. I don’t care.” He smirks, knowing the shock that is about to resound.
You move to save one of their asses when they call out another bad move. Frustrated you give up and unmute, “That’s a terrible strat. We aren’t doing that.” The chat goes silent. “Listen, you go top, you two go mid, we’re going bottom.” You instruct each person, moving to position.
“Bro, why do you sound like a girl??”
“Because I am a girl, dumbass.” You mute your mic momentarily, turning to Felix, “I see why you don’t like these guys.”
He leans down a bit, “show them how it’s done.”
You spend the rest of the round leading everyone and once again dominating. Your team wins with a crushing victory, all thanks to you. As the end screen flashes up, Felix takes back the mic momentarily. “Sorry, had to step away so I let my girlfriend play for me.”
“Dude! You didn’t say she was like a gaming goddess.” One guy calls out.
Felix smirks, “Yeah, she’s kind of the best.”
“Put her back on and start up again. We can level up at this rate.” Another guy chimes in.
Felix sighs, “Nah, I think we’re gonna play our own team.”
“What?! No, you can just play with us.”
Felix clicks his tongue, “Shouldn’t have underestimated her.” He leaves the party, the chat voices disappearing. He looks over at where you’ve been setting up your computer.
“What was that about?” You ask.
Seungmin x voiceteacher!reader:
You’re with Seungmin and a group of various people, some you know and others you don’t. You are talking about a recent situation at your job, “Yeah, so this student, love them to death, but man they are just struggling to sing in their higher register. All of my typical exercises aren’t working and—“
“You know what you should try?” A random guy within the group cuts you off, “There is this thing where you go up one note at a time on the piano and you try to go as high as you can.”
You furrow your brows, “Well, that’s not actually quite right. It’s typically going up a scale or maybe three notes at a time, slowly ascending and you really aren’t supposed to just go as high as possible. That’s not great for your voice, especially—“
“Well obviously you shouldn’t hurt your voice.” He chuckles, “If you sing too high then it will hurt your voice, so you have to make sure to drink water and go slow.”
You blink, genuinely confused for a moment. Looking at Seungmin, he seems just as baffled as you. “Yeah, so anyway.” You get back to your story, “What I was going to say was that I was doing some digging and came across this one exercise that I’m really hoping works.”
Once again, the man cuts you off. “Sometimes when you are struggling with a student, you need to go to some new resources, find different things. It can be easy to stay in the same old same old, but sometimes different people need different things.”
Seungmin looks him dead in the eyes, “Are you even a teacher?”
“No, but I’ve got some friends who are teachers and I’ve talked to them.”
“You do realize she like, went to school for this right?” Seungmin deadpans, genuinely unable to comprehend this mans behavior.
“Oh, that’s fun.” The man nods, his tone condescending. “I actually went to college for business and—“
Seungmin cuts him off, “So, you know business is typically a major that involves lots of finance classes and learning how to be a leader and organize, heavy in economics. So you really need to be smart to get through some of those classes.”
“Uh, first off, I wasn’t done. Second, did you not just hear me? I was a business major so I think I know how a business degree works.” The man scoffs, incredibly upset with Seungmin.
Seungmin just cocks a brow, a smirk pulling at his lips, “Oh my bad, I just thought this was just a thing we were doing.”
“You know, interrupting people and mansplaining, which if you didn’t know mansplaining is when a man condescendingly explains something to a woman, assuming she knows less than she actually does, often about her own expertise or experiences.”
“I know what mansplaining is! I’m not dumb.” He crosses his arms, “And I wasn’t mansplaining. You were the one who cut me off.”
“No because what actually happened was you cut her off and tried to explain how to do her job to her. I don’t know if you remember that.”
“Stop talking to me like a child!” The man stamps his foot, not helping his case.
“No, no, this is mansplaining. Do I need to explain it again? I know it’s a lot of information to hold in a brain about the size of a tea cup.” Seungmin’s voice is dripping with sarcasm, changing his tone to sound like he is talking to a child.
“Fuck you!” The man huffs before stomping off in a tantrum.
Seungmin turns back to you with a proud smirk as you laugh with a playful roll of your eyes, “You’re kind of crazy for that.”
“Crazy for you,” He winks. “So, about this student?”
After the boys performed at an awards show, Jeongin brings you along to the after party. You are wearing a wine red, silk dress that hugs your curves in all the right places. Jeongin’s arm sits around your waist as he goes around mingling with people. You are standing next to him while he talks among several people that you don’t know when you feel your stomach growl. You lightly tap his arm, “I’m gonna go grab something to eat real quick.”
He smiles and nods, removing his arm from your waist. Before you walk away, however, a random man that only recently joined the conversation makes a comment towards you, “Careful now. Don’t want to eat too much and ruin your figure.” He gives a quick laugh and a wink like it was a normal passing comment.
Without missing a beat, Jeongin looks at him and blinks, “Who are you?”
The man looks a little caught off guard, “My name’s Hongyo. I’m part of staff for one of the CUBE groups.” He smiles, stretching out his hand, but Jeongin doesn’t take it. Instead he just nods, face still neutral.
“Oh okay, so you’re not anyone important.”
“I was just trying to see who you think you are that you can make a comment about my girlfriend like that. I figured you might have been at least someone important enough to have that kind of audacity but I guess you’re just arrogant.”
The tension in the air is palpable. You stand frozen next to Jeongin. A few of the people around slowly back away while others try not to smirk at Jeongin’s sass. The man scoffs, “Just cause you’re a celebrity doesn’t mean you get to talk to people like that.”
“Just because you’re a man doesn’t mean you get to talk to women like that.” Jeongin slips his hand back around your waist, turning to you. “Come on, darling. He’s not worth any more of our time.” He guides you away, leaving the man shell shocked and abandoned by the rest of the people around. Jeongin guides you to a less crowded space before gently looking at you, his demeanor totally softening, “Are you alright? Do you want to go home?”
You shake your head, “Are you not going to get in trouble for that?”
“For what? Calling him out? Not likely, but even if I do, I don’t care. No one is allowed to disrespect you like that.”
You press a kiss to his cheek, “I love you.”
He flashes that adorable dimpled smile, “I love you too.”
