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Falling asleep on set as 9th female member pt1

Masterlist

The atmosphere in the SKZ CODE filming set was cozy, chaotic, and smelled faintly of snacks. The "Pyjama Party" theme meant everyone was dressed in soft flannels and silk sets, and the floor was a sea of plush mattresses and oversized pillows.

After hours of high-energy games and loud laughter, the group had moved on to a complex relay race. You were in the final heat, meaning you had a good fifteen-minute wait while the "Hyung Line" struggled with a flour-based challenge.

Exhaustion from the week’s comeback schedule finally hit you. You wandered over to your assigned mattress at the edge of the set, intending to just sit down for a moment to rest your legs. You pulled a soft, Miffy-themed blanket over your knees, leaned back against a pile of plushies... and that was the last thing you remembered.

The Scene on Set

The cameras kept rolling as the members eventually finished their game, panting and covered in flour, only to realize the "Grand Finale" was missing its star.

* Bang Chan: He was the first to notice. He stopped mid-sentence, pointing silently toward the corner with a fond, dimpled smile. He hushed the other members immediately. "Guys, look. Our youngest is out."

* Han & Changbin: They were ready to yell in celebration of their win, but seeing you tucked into the pillows, they instantly switched to "whisper-shouting" mode, clutching their chests at how peaceful you looked.

* Hyunjin: He grabbed a nearby camera from a staff member and crept over on his knees to get a close-up of your sleeping face, whispering to the lens, "Our 9th member has officially left the building."

* Felix: He quietly tucked the edges of the blanket around your shoulders, making sure your feet weren't cold, and placed a stray Jiniret plushie next to your head.

The "Mission" Change

The PD (Producer) signaled a change in plans. Instead of the loud relay finish, the mission became: "Don't Wake the Sleeping Member."

The remaining eight members had to finish the closing ment and clean up the snack table in absolute silence. Lee Know took it upon himself to "guard" you, sitting at the foot of your bed and playfully glaring at anyone who made even a tiny floorboard creak.

When the lights finally dimmed and the "Cut!" was called, Seungmin gently tapped your shoulder.

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Falling asleep on live ot8 skz x 9th female reader

The live had been going on longer than planned.

Felix was sitting on the floor, legs stretched out, chatting happily to the camera while Chan hovered nearby reading comments. The rest of the members were scattered around, half-engaged, half-exhausted.

You were sitting right behind Felix, close enough that your chin rested comfortably on his shoulder. It had started innocently just leaning there while listening, nodding along, smiling at the screen whenever Felix laughed.

No one noticed when your responses got quieter.

Or when your weight shifted just a little more against him.

Felix did notice when your chin grew heavier.

He paused mid-sentence.

“…guys,” he murmured, eyes flicking sideways.

Chan looked over and immediately froze.

You were asleep.

Your eyes were fully closed now, cheek pressed lightly against Felix’s shoulder, breathing slow and even. Completely out. On live.

The comments exploded.

“IS SHE ASLEEP??”

“HELP THAT’S SO CUTE”

“PROTECT HER AT ALL COSTS”

Felix instinctively stiffened, then relaxed, adjusting his posture so you wouldn’t slip. One hand came up to lightly hold your forearm, steadying you. He lowered his voice without even thinking about it.

“She… fell asleep.”

Changbin clapped a hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing too loudly. Jisung turned away from the camera entirely, shoulders shaking.

Minho immediately leaned over. “Don’t wake her.”

Hyunjin grabbed a hoodie and gently draped it over your shoulders, careful not to jostle you. Seungmin shot the camera a look. “She’s been exhausted. Don’t judge.”

Jeongin crouched down, whispering, “This is going to be a meme, isn’t it?”

Chan sighed fondly, shaking his head as he read the comments. “Yeah… okay. We’re ending the live early.”

Felix smiled softly, glancing down at you. You shifted slightly in your sleep, chin still stubbornly on his shoulder, fingers curling faintly into his sleeve.

He didn’t move.

Before Chan reached to turn the camera off, Felix leaned closer to the mic and whispered, “Shh. She’s sleeping.”

The screen went dark seconds later.

Bangchan x 9th female reader

Masterlist

The atmosphere at the MAMA Awards was electric, but all you felt was a rising sense of panic. The group had just been ushered to their designated row in the artist area. You watched as Felix, Seungmin, and Hyunjin filed in, followed by the rest. By the time it was your turn to sit, the row of chairs had ended.

Eight chairs. Nine members.

The "Artist View" camera was already swinging toward your section. You stood there for a split second, frozen, feeling the eyes of a thousand fans in the stands on you.

"Y/N, why are you standing?" Chan whispered, leaning back. He looked at the empty floor space where your chair should have been and his eyes darkened for a fraction of a second—that classic "Leader Mode" frustration when the staff misses a detail regarding his members.

"There's no chair, Channie," you hissed under your breath, trying to keep a polite smile on your face for the cameras. "I'll just go stand by the stylists in the back—"

"No, you're not standing in the back for three hours," he said firmly.

Before you could argue, he reached out and hooked his hand around your waist, pulling you toward him. With a practiced ease that made it look completely intentional, he settled you onto his left knee.

"Chan!" you squeaked, your face heating up as you felt the eyes of the idols in the row behind you.

"Stay," he commanded softly, his voice low and steady. He adjusted his position, spreading his legs slightly to give you a more stable base. He wrapped one arm securely around your midsection, anchoring you against his chest so you wouldn't feel like you were teetering.

To the rest of the world watching the livestream, it looked like a powerful, protective statement. He didn't look bothered at all; he actually looked more comfortable with you there. Every time a performance ended, he would use his free hand to clap, and when the group stood up for a standing ovation, he made sure to lift you up first, keeping a hand on your back the entire time to make sure you didn't get bumped in the crowd.

The "Bang Chan" Details:

* The Scent: Being that close, you’re surrounded by his scent—a mix of expensive cologne and the faint smell of the hairspray from the dressing room.

* The Professionalism: He keeps his face composed for the cameras, but every few minutes he leans his head forward to whisper, "You okay? Legs falling asleep?"

* The Viral Clip: A fansite captures a 4K video of him absentmindedly playing with the rings on your hand while he's focused on the stage, completely unaware of the meltdown he's causing on social media.

Twitter (X) Reactions:

> @skz_supporter: CAN WE TALK ABOUT CHAN?? There wasn't a chair for Y/N and he just... pulled her onto his lap?? The way he's holding her waist so she doesn't fall? I'm crying.

The secret mission as 9th female member

This time, the set is an elegant, old-fashioned library for a "Mystery Mansion" themed SKZ CODE episode. The members are dressed in vintage suits and waistcoats.

Before filming starts, the PD pulls each member into a "Confession Booth" and hands them a wax-sealed envelope. Each mission is a secret, and they have exactly one hour of filming to complete it.

The Secret Mission Board

| Member | His Secret Mission | His "Sneaky" Plan |

|---|---|---|

| Bang Chan | Get you to wear his blazer. | He keeps "accidentally" turning the AC up and complaining about how cold the room is so you’ll take his coat. |

| Lee Know | Get a "pinky promise" from you. | He tries to make a fake bet with you about a book on the shelf just so he can say, "Promise?" and hold out his finger. |

| Changbin | Get you to call him "Oppa" 3 times. | He keeps acting "cool" and "manly," lifting heavy props and saying, "A girl like you shouldn't carry this, right?" |

| Hyunjin | Get you to be his "art model" for 1 minute. | He finds a sketchbook and keeps asking you to "stay right there" because the "lighting on your face is poetic." |

| Han | Get you to share a single snack with him. | He brought a single long chocolate stick (Pocky) and is trying to get you to eat the other end so he can "save time." |

| Felix | Get a "high-five" that turns into holding hands. | He initiates a high-five every time you do something right, then "forgets" to let go of your hand for at least 10 seconds. |

| Seungmin | Get you to "shush" him. | He starts singing loudly and badly right in your ear during a "quiet" scene, hoping you'll put your finger to your lips. |

| I.N | Get you to fix his tie/collar. | He purposefully messed up his tie and is walking around looking "helpless" right in your line of sight. |

The Chaos in the Library

You are trying to focus on the "Main Mission" (finding a hidden key in the books), but your 8 members are being unbearably weird.

Seungmin is currently belting out a rock version of a nursery rhyme right behind your head. "SHHH! Seungmin, we’re filming a mystery!" you hiss, pressing a finger to your lips.

Caption: [Mission Success for the Dandy Boy!]

Suddenly, I.N trips in front of you, his tie hanging halfway off his neck. "Oh no... Noona, I can't do this. I'm just a baby who can't dress himself," he sighs dramatically. You roll your eyes but lean in to fix his collar.

Caption: [The Maknae’s acting skills are 10/10].

As you’re fixing I.N’s tie, Bang Chan drapes his heavy velvet blazer over your shoulders. "It's freezing in here, [Y/N]. I don't want you catching a cold."

"I'm actually sweating, Chan-oppa—"

"No, you're shivering. Keep it on."

Caption: [Leader Mission: Accomplished via Force].

The "Oppa" Trap

Changbin marches over, picking up a massive stack of "heavy" encyclopedias. "Wow, these are so heavy. If only there was someone here to admire how strong their Oppa is."

You look at him, deadpan. "Thanks, Changbin-oppa."

"Only one?" he pouts.

"Changbin-oppa, put the books down before you hurt yourself."

"One more... just one more..."

"Oppa, please."

Changbin drops the books (they’re actually foam) and does a victory dance.

The Grand Reveal

At the end of the hour, the PD rings a bell. Everyone gathers at the long mahogany table.

"Okay, [Y/N]," the PD says. "Which member do you think was acting the most suspicious?"

You point a finger at Han, who is still holding a chocolate stick and looking disappointed. "Han Jisung has been trying to get me to eat this chocolate for forty minutes. And Felix has 'high-fived' me seventeen times."

The PD reveals the mission cards.

* Felix is blushing because the footage shows him holding your hand for a full minute while you were distracted.

* Lee Know is the only one who failed because every time he held out his pinky, you thought he was pointing at a spider and you ran away.

The Twist: The PD asks, "Did anyone notice Hyunjin's mission?"

You look over. Hyunjin is hiding his face in his hands. The camera zooms in on his sketchbook. He wasn't just "modeling" you; his mission was to "Draw a portrait of the 9th member in under 60 seconds."

The drawing is just a stick figure with giant hair and a frowny face.

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The stage lights of the Gocheok Sky Dome were blindingly bright, reflecting off the polished floor as the group stood next to eachother on the chair, catching their breath after an intense dance set. but the atmosphere shifted the moment the staff brought out that familiar box of chocolate-covered sticks. The crowd knew exactly what was coming, and the roar that went up was enough to make the floorboards vibrate under their feet.

Yeoni felt a nervous flutter in her stomach, but she masked it with a confident grin. She loved a challenge, and she loved messing with her brothers even more. When the staff signaled that it was her turn to face off against Hyunjin, the screams from the fans reached a fever pitch.

Hyunjin stepped into the center of the stage, his long hair tucked behind one ear. He looked like he had walked straight out of a shoujo manga, and he clearly knew it. He pulled a Pepero from the box with a flourish, holding it between his fingers and giving the camera a slow, devastating smirk.

"Are you ready, Yeoni-ah?" he asked, his voice dropping into that smooth, teasing tone he used when he wanted to get a rise out of her.

"Just get on with it, Hyunnie," she countered, stepping boldly into his personal space.

Hyunjin placed the stick between his teeth, leaning down slightly to meet her height. He closed his eyes, waiting for her to take the other end so they could start the slow, awkward crawl toward the middle. But Yeoni had no intention of playing along with the romantic tension.

As soon as her teeth touched the biscuit, she didn't wait. She didn't nibble. She lunged forward with a sudden, aggressive crunch-crunch-crunch. Before Hyunjin’s brain could even register that the game had started, the entire stick was gone. She had practically inhaled it, stopping her face just millimeters from his nose.

She hopped back, a massive, cheeky grin splitting her face as she chewed her chocolatey prize. She looked like a cat that had just caught a very expensive canary.

"Thank you, Hyunnie!" she chirped loudly into her headset, her eyes sparkling with pure mischief.

The reaction on stage was instantaneous. Han was literally rolling on the floor, his face buried against the stage as he howled with laughter, his legs kicking out in delight. Changbin was doubled over nearby, slapping his knees and letting out a loud, boisterous laugh that echoed through his own mic. Hyunjin, meanwhile, stood frozen in place, a tiny crumb still stuck to his lower lip, looking completely bewildered by her snack-stealing tactics.

"I wasn't finished!" Hyunjin protested, though a smile was breaking through his shock. "That's cheating! You can't just eat the equipment!"

"It’s a snack, isn't it?" Yeoni teased, wiping a bit of chocolate from the corner of her mouth. "I was hungry."

"Fine," Hyunjin said, his eyes narrowing playfully as his competitive streak finally woke up. "Again. And this time, if you try to eat it, I'm holding onto it."

He reached into the box and pulled out a fresh one. But this time, the vibe changed completely. As he stepped back toward her, he wasn't laughing anymore. He placed the Pepero between his teeth and looked her straight in the eyes. The playful persona was gone. His gaze was heavy, intense, and strangely serious, locking onto hers with a focus that made the air in her lungs feel thin.

Yeoni felt her heart hammer against her ribs. She hesitated for a split second before leaning in, her teeth catching the other end of the stick. She meant to play another prank, to snap it and run, but she was pinned by his stare.

Hyunjin didn't wait. He started to chew, moving bit by bit, his eyes never leaving hers. He was moving with a terrifyingly calm confidence. Each snap of the biscuit brought his face closer until their noses were brushing, until she could feel the warmth of his breath on her skin. She was paralyzed, her eyes wide as she realized he wasn't going to stop.

Just as the very last fragment of the biscuit disappeared between them, Hyunjin didn't pull back. Without a single thought or a moment’s hesitation, he tilted his head just enough and pressed his lips firmly against hers, right in front of the main camera.

The stadium went from a roar to a deafening, earth-shattering explosion of sound. Behind them, Felix stood frozen like a statue, his jaw literally dropping as he stared at them in total shock, his eyes wide as saucers as he processed the fact that Hyunjin actually went for it.

Yeoni’s brain completely short-circuited. She felt a heat like she had never known rush from her chest up to her face, her skin turning a deep, scorching crimson that was clear even to the fans in the very last row. Her eyes were wide with shock for a heartbeat before the embarrassment hit her like a freight train.

"AH!" she let out a tiny, panicked squeak. She turned on her heel and bolted, her sneakers squealing against the stage floor as she ran as fast as her legs would carry her. She didn't even look where she was going; she just needed to hide.

She didn't stop until she slammed full-force into Bang Chan. She grabbed the front of his hoodie, burying her burning face directly into the crook of his neck, trying to disappear into his shadow.

Chan was laughing hard, his shoulders shaking as he wrapped his arms around her to keep her from running off the stage entirely. He looked over at Hyunjin, who was standing at center stage with a smug, satisfied grin, casually wiping his mouth while Han and Changbin continued to lose their minds in the background.

"Our youngest is broken!" Chan choked out, patting Yeoni’s head while she groaned into his shoulder, refusing to show her face to the cameras or the thousands of screaming STAYs ever again.

The hate. Pt1 Pt 2 Pt3

The hate had stopped feeling like words a long time ago.

At first, it was comments—easy to scroll past if you didn’t let your eyes linger too long.

She doesn’t belong.

She’s ruining Stray Kids.

Why is there a girl in a boy group?

You learned to smile through it. You always did.

But today, at the airport, the hate had teeth.

⸻

The moment the automatic doors slid open, the noise hit you like a wave.

Cameras. Shouting. Your name screamed in voices that didn’t sound like fans—more like hunters.

“Y/N!”

“Get away from them!”

“She’s the reason they’re uncomfortable!”

Security moved fast, forming a loose barrier, but there were too many people. Phones shoved forward. Bodies pressed close. Someone grabbed your sleeve.

You stumbled.

“Hey—!”

A sharp tug from behind yanked you back, nails digging into your wrist. Pain flared, sudden and real.

“Let go!” you cried.

Chaos erupted.

“Y/N!” Chan’s voice cut through the noise, panicked.

Changbin shoved forward, physically blocking you with his body. “Back off!” he shouted, fury burning in his eyes.

Another hand reached for you—this time catching your hair.

You screamed.

Felix was there instantly, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into his chest like he could shield you from everything at once.

“Don’t touch her!” Hyunjin snapped, his usual calm completely gone.

Security finally surged in properly, forcing people back, but the damage was done. Your heart was hammering, breath coming in short, shaky gasps. Your hands wouldn’t stop trembling.

Someone had tried to hurt you.

Because you existed.

Because you were the only girl.

⸻

Inside the van, the door slammed shut, cutting off the noise—but not the fear.

You sat frozen, staring at your hands like they didn’t belong to you anymore.

Felix was still holding you, his arms firm but gentle. You could feel his heart racing against your cheek.

“You’re safe,” he whispered, over and over. “You’re safe, you’re safe.”

Chan turned around from the front seat, eyes dark and furious. “Did anyone touch you anywhere else? Are you hurt?”

You shook your head, but your vision blurred anyway.

“I—I’m sorry,” you whispered.

The words slipped out automatically. A reflex.

The van went silent.

Chan’s expression shattered.

“Don’t,” he said quietly. “Don’t ever apologize for that.”

Han leaned forward, voice shaking. “That wasn’t your fault. That was never your fault.”

Hyunjin clenched his jaw, staring out the window like he was holding back something dangerous. “They crossed a line.”

“They’ve been crossing lines,” Changbin muttered. “For months.”

You curled in on yourself, hugging your knees. “If I wasn’t here… this wouldn’t happen. They wouldn’t get hurt. You wouldn’t get dragged into this.”

Felix stiffened.

“No,” he said, firmer now. “Don’t you dare say that.”

You looked up, startled by the intensity in his voice. His eyes were glassy, jaw tight.

“You think we don’t choose you?” he continued. “Every day? You think we don’t want you here?”

Chan nodded. “Stray Kids is nine. That’s not a concept. That’s our family.”

Seungmin spoke softly, but his words hit hardest. “And family protects each other.”

⸻

Back at the dorm, the adrenaline finally wore off.

That’s when it hit you.

The shaking. The tears. The way your chest felt too tight to breathe properly.

You broke down in the living room.

Felix knelt in front of you immediately, wiping your tears with his thumbs. “It’s okay,” he murmured. “You don’t have to be strong right now.”

Jeongin brought you a blanket, carefully draping it over your shoulders like you were made of glass.

Han sat beside you, close but not overwhelming. “You scared me,” he admitted quietly. “I hate that they made you feel unsafe.”

“I hate that I’m the reason—” you started.

Chan cut you off gently but firmly. “You are not the problem. Misogyny is. Obsession is. Hate is.”

Changbin cracked his knuckles. “And management is going to hear about this.”

Hyunjin finally turned to face you, eyes burning. “If anyone ever touches you again, I don’t care where we are—I’ll lose it.”

You gave a weak laugh through your tears. “Violence isn’t the answer.”

“Today,” he said flatly, “it almost was.”

⸻

That night, none of them wanted to leave you alone.

Felix stayed beside you on the couch, one arm around your shoulders. Chan sat on the floor in front of you, grounding, steady. The others hovered nearby—present, watchful, protective.

For the first time since joining the group, you let yourself say it out loud.

“I’m scared.”

Felix tightened his hold. “Then be scared with us.”

Chan smiled softly. “You don’t have to face this alone.”

Seungmin added, “You never have.”

You leaned into Felix’s shoulder, exhaustion pulling at your bones.

Outside, the world was still cruel. The comments would still be there tomorrow. The hate wouldn’t disappear overnight.

But here—surrounded by eight people who chose you, defended you, stayed—

You were safe.