Stray Kids x Noona!Reader || Oh to be Babied
Stray Kids deserve to get babied, but for some reason, the thought never crossed their members' minds. Find Chans here!
Minho
minho doesnât complain when he gets hurt. he just goes quieter.
you notice because he sits a little too still on the couch after practice, shoulders slumped forward, eyes fixed on nothing. when you crouch in front of him, he looks up like he didnât expect to be seen.
âwhat happened,â you ask.
he shrugs. ânothing.â
you take his hand anyway.
the scrape across his knuckles is shallow but angry, skin split and red. you click your tongue softly and stand without letting go of him.
âstay,â you say, already reaching for the first aid kit.
he does.
you sit close when you clean the cut, closer than necessary, your thumb steadying his hand while the other works. you scold him under your breath, not sharp, more like worried. minho watches your face instead of his injury.
âyou donât have to do this,â he says.
âi know,â you reply. âi want to.â
his fingers curl slowly around yours.
the door opens.
hyunjin freezes halfway inside the room.
youâre kneeling between minhoâs knees, holding his hand like it belongs there. minho doesnât move. doesnât pull away. just looks at hyunjin and says, calm as anything, âclose the door.â
hyunjinâs mouth opens. closes. he leaves.
you finish bandaging him carefully. when youâre done, minho doesnât let go right away.
âthanks,â he says, quiet.
later, he sits closer to you than usual at dinner. no one comments.
Changbin
changbin pretends he doesnât need reassurance.
he jokes, laughs, fills the room so no one looks too close. but you see it after practice when he lingers, rolling his shoulders like they still ache, expression tight.
you hand him a towel. then a bottle of water.
âdrink,â you say.
he does. immediately.
you pack his post workout snacks into his bag while he talks, not really watching what youâre doing. when you tug his hoodie strings even and pull the hood up around his neck, he pauses.
âyou baby me too much,â he says, fond.
âyou like it,â you reply.
felix walks in right on cue.
he stops short at the sight of you adjusting changbinâs hoodie, pressing a protein bar into his palm, telling him to stretch later.
changbin flushes red instantly. âokay wait. donât look at me like that.â
felix grins. âhyung. youâre being babied.â
changbin groans, embarrassed, but he doesnât move away. doesnât give anything back.
when felix leaves, changbin leans closer to you.
âyou can keep doing that,â he says, softer. âjust not when everyoneâs watching.â
you smile. âsure.â
he finishes his snack anyway.
Hyunjin
heâs limping slightly when you find him backstage, one ankle wrapped in tape, sitting on the edge of the practice floor. his hands run absently over his hair, over the loose strands sticking out from the clip, but heâs tenseâlike heâs trying to hide it.
âyouâre limping,â you say softly, kneeling down without asking. your hand hovers over his ankle first, careful, and then moves to brush a stray lock behind his ear.
hyunjin freezes. his head tilts toward you, eyes sharp but vulnerable. âiâm fine,â he mutters, but the corner of his lip twitches, betraying him.
you smile gently. ânot fine enough to ignore.â
he lets you help him lie back on the mats. your fingers find the knot in his ankle wrap and work slowly, softly, loosening it just enough for him to relax. your other hand brushes against his hair again, smoothing it, and you murmur encouragements like itâs second nature.
âyou⊠you donât have to fuss over me,â he says quietly, almost ashamed.
âiâm not fussing,â you say, voice warm. âiâm taking care of you. youâve taken care of everyone else long enough.â
he swallows. his chest rises and falls unevenly. you brush your thumb across the side of his face without thinking, brushing away a speck of sweat, a tiny instinct of comfort.
jisung walks in just as you lean your forehead against his shoulder to steady him.
he freezes. hyunjin freezes. you donât move.
âi⊠uhâŠâ jisung stammers.
hyunjin hides his face in your neck, voice muffled. âdonât look.â
jisung backs out, shutting the door softly, muttering, âdidnât see anything.â
when itâs just the two of you, hyunjinâs hands find yours, gripping lightly, holding on. âyouâre too close,â he whispers.
ânever,â you reply.
later, he leans against you completely on the couch, head on your shoulder, letting you braid the loose strands of hair. heâs quiet but his fingers braid yours into his, squeezing now and then, a silent thank you that doesnât need words.
the first time he kisses your hand softly, brushing his lips across your knuckles, you realize neither of you wants to let go.
Jisung
heâs tense before practice, pacing the small studio like heâs trying to outrun the nerves building in his chest. you find him leaning against the wall, shoulders tight.
âhey,â you say, stepping closer. âlook at me.â
he does. just barely. âiâm fine,â he mutters, but you can see the truth in the way his eyes flinch.
you reach for him, gently tugging him toward you. âno. look at me.â
he hesitates, then finally leans into your touch. you guide him to sit on the floor, back against your legs, and your hands find his shoulders, massaging slow circles.
âbreathe with me,â you murmur. âin, out. in, out.â
he swallows, shoulders loosening just enough for his head to fall against your chest. you adjust so you can rub the tense knots along his spine, murmuring encouragements in between soft kisses on the top of his head.
seungmin walks in, eyes widening. âohâuhâŠâ he freezes, not moving.
han glances up at you, expression a mix of embarrassment and amusement. âdid you see that?â
you shake your head, smiling. âhe didnât. itâs okay.â
han laughs quietly, breathless, before leaning back against you again. his arms curl around yours, holding on, not letting go.
later, when practice is over, he threads his fingers through yours. âyou⊠you make me feel like i donât have to do everything alone,â he says softly.
âbecause you donât,â you reply, tilting your head so your lips brush his hairline.
he tilts his head back, eyes closing, and kisses your shoulder gently, a soft promise that heâll never pull away when youâre like this with him.
he stays in your arms until the room empties completely, and even then, he doesnât move. he just whispers your name like itâs a secret meant only for you.
Felix
he sits between your knees on the couch, eyes half-lidded, exhausted after practice, and you brush balm over his lips carefully. his lower lip trembles slightly under your fingers, and he lets out a quiet breath, leaning forward without realizing it.
âdonât,â you murmur softly, tracing the line of his jaw with the pad of your thumb. âlet it sit.â
his fingers curl around yours, holding on just a little too tightly. âyou donât have to,â he whispers.
âi do,â you reply, tilting his chin up slightly to check his lips. your thumb lingers against the corner of his mouth, brushing lightly, and his head tilts into your palm without thinking.
changbin walks in.
he stops mid-step. his mouth opens, then closes. he doesnât say anything. he sees the way you lean into felix, the way felixâs eyes close as you brush a stray strand of hair from his face, the way his hand presses lightly against yours.
felixâs eyes flutter open, cheeks flushed. âshe⊠she cares,â he says softly, and you catch the hushed gratitude in his voice.
changbin groans and leaves, muttering about âgross baby stuff,â but felix doesnât move away from you. he tilts his forehead to rest against yours, breath warm, fingers tightening slightly around your hand.
later, he leans into you on the couch, head on your shoulder, thumb brushing the back of your hand as if memorizing it. every small touch becomes a wordless conversation, an unspoken promise that heâs yours when you take care of him.
he closes his eyes, and you feel his lips press lightly to your shoulder, soft and steady. he murmurs your name almost reverently, and you press a kiss to his temple in return. he doesnât pull back.
Seungmin
heâs sitting at the table, script in hand, jaw tight, fingers drumming absently. the weight of schedules and expectations sits on his shoulders like armor he canât take off.
you come up behind him, hands brushing over his tense shoulders, down his back in slow circles. your fingers linger at the base of his neck, tracing tiny patterns as you murmur, âyou donât have to carry all of this alone.â
he exhales sharply, tilting his head back into your chest almost instinctively. your cheek rests lightly against his hairline, lips brushing the crown of his head in a small, reassuring press.
âi⊠i donât know how to stop thinking about messing up,â he says quietly, voice muffled against your shirt.
âthen stop worrying and let me help,â you reply, thumb brushing along his jawline. âyouâre safe with me.â
his hands find yours on the table, fingers entwining. he leans forward slowly, pressing his forehead into your chest. you adjust your arms around him, one hand cradling his head, the other tracing his back. every movement is gentle, deliberate.
jisung walks in quietly and freezes in the doorway. seungmin stiffens for a moment, cheeks flushed, before he leans further into you, forehead pressing against your chest like he belongs there.
âdonât leave,â he whispers, and you press a small kiss to his temple, murmuring, âiâm right here.â
after practice, he sits close on the couch, head against your shoulder, hands holding yours, thumb brushing in small circles. your fingers cradle his jaw, brushing his hair back, and he presses a soft, lingering kiss to your collarbone, murmuring your name as he closes his eyes, trusting you completely.
even when the world is around him, when schedules and expectations return, he carries this closeness with him, a reminder that he doesnât have to face anything alone.
Jeongin
heâs restless in the corner of the practice room, flipping through the script, voice low and distracted. you crouch down beside him, hand brushing along his forearm, fingers lingering where tension gathers.
âhey,â you whisper, tilting his face gently toward you. âlook at me.â
he swallows, eyes softening, leaning into your touch. âiâm fine,â he murmurs, but his shoulder relaxes under your hand before he can stop himself.
you guide him onto the floor, sitting behind him so your chest presses lightly to his back. your arms wrap around his shoulders, tracing slow, soothing circles as you murmur encouragements. his head tilts back, brushing your chest lightly, and he sighs, letting himself melt against your warmth.
hyunjin walks in and freezes. jeongin stiffens but doesnât move away. instead, he tilts his forehead to the side, brushing it against your shoulder almost shyly.
âdonât move,â you whisper, pressing your cheek to the crown of his head. your hands stroke down his arms, over his back, anchoring him without words. he hums softly, the sound vibrating through his chest, and leans further into your embrace.
later, he shifts slightly, tilting to press a gentle kiss along your collarbone, fingers squeezing your arms lightly, and you respond with soft presses of your lips to his hair and temple. every movement is quiet, intimate, patient, a conversation of trust without needing to speak.
even after the room empties, he rests there, head against your shoulder, hands holding yours, not wanting to let go. the closeness lingers long after, a reminder that itâs safe to lean on someone, and he chooses to lean on you.
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