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QUEENMAKER | CHAPTER 42

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pairing chan x reader

genre ninth member au, angst, fluff, coming of age, social media, cancel culture, anxiety, depression, forbidden love,

summary To JYPE, the solution is simple; take the sole trainee that will not debut with your brand new girl group, and use her to replace the missing vocalist in your male group that insisted on starting as nine.

Unfortunately, to the fans and the members themselves, it isn't that simple.

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I'M FINE🥹🥹🥹 My babies

THE HELL YOU MEAN SEQUEL'LL BE CALLED "HEARTBREAKER"???😭😭😭

dirty-minded skz & clueless reader

HYUNG LINE • 형 라인

MAKNAE LINE • 막내 라인

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Reader is an idiot, but we (and skz) love them

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Love her writing🥰

Summary: Chan’s used to your late night hypothetical questions but when he decides to use the one question that threw him for a loop to play with you, he almost ends up getting beat with a chancleta and dumped.

Warnings: Christopher. Fluff, slight crack,barely there angst. There might be errors but I’m just a girl.

W.C.:1.4k I think

Talking to BF!SKZ about couple costumes

Feeltober Day 3

genre: fluff, crack, smaus

pov: 1st or 2nd person (depending on how read it)

description: Texting boyfriend SKZ about what the two of you should be for halloween.

pairing: ot8 x gn!reader (most of the costumes are gendered but they can be genderbent)

warnings: swearing, slightly suggestive (pg 13), slightly flashing gif on Seungmin's

screenshot count: 18

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👻13 Days of Feeltober👻

Prompt: The different ways the boys help you, the 9th member of Stray Kids

Pairing: Stray Kids x F!Reader (individual)

A/N: Mostly platonic, but if you want to view it romantically I won't stop you lol. Reader's age is unknown except for in Jeongin's, but even then it's just made clear she's only older than him.

TW. ANGST. Not eating properly, passing out, mean staff member, self-depricating thoughts, derogatory and cruel rumours made about you, stricting dieting, depression, and probably more.... this one's heavy guys

One baby, Eight suspects, Endless chaos

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader Genre: Fluff, Humor, Family, Social Media AU (TikTok Challenge) Word Count: ~ 5.5k Summary: You decide to join a TikTok trend—passing your baby to each Stray Kids member (and finally Bang Chan) to see how they hold him while viewers guess who the dad is. Chaos, theories, and Stay meltdowns ensue.

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It had been three months since your baby boy was born, and life had shifted into something new, exhausting, and beautiful all at once. Bang Chan was still as doting and loving as ever, though he often carried around that “leader stress” expression even while cradling his own son. You swore he was more careful with the baby than with anything else in his life—more cautious than when handling an album drop, more focused than when running dance rehearsals, more tender than when writing a late-night melody.

And though you cherished the small family bubble you, Chan, and your son had built, there was also a playful itch in you. Something a little mischievous. Something perfect for TikTok.

Scrolling one night during a rare moment of peace while Chan hummed your son to sleep, you stumbled upon a trend: “Hand the baby to different people and let viewers guess who the dad is.”

Your lips curled into a grin immediately. It was innocent, funny, and it would drive Stays insane without giving anything away.

The next morning, while Chan was making his usual oatmeal-and-coffee breakfast (with your baby snoozing in his bouncer nearby), you leaned across the counter. “Hey, Channie?”

“Mm?” He stirred the oats, still in his loose pajama shirt and hair messily flopping into his eyes.

“I have a TikTok idea.”

Chan gave you a side glance, amused and wary at the same time. “Oh no. That tone never means anything good.”

You explained the trend, step by step. By the time you finished, Chan was frozen in place, spoon mid-stir, eyes wide. “You… want to hand our baby around like a game of hot potato?”

“Not hot potato! Gentle potato,” you teased. “And it’ll be safe. I’ll be right there, and so will staff. Besides, the members will love it.”

Chan pressed his lips together, trying not to smile. “And you want people to guess who the dad is? Do you know how Stays are going to lose their minds?”

You grinned wider. “Exactly. It’ll be hilarious.”

He groaned, running a hand down his face, but you caught the twitch at the corner of his mouth. “You’re evil. Evil, I tell you.”

“Evil genius,” you corrected.

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By the end of the week, you had roped in one of the JYP staff members to help you film. They agreed on the condition that you blurred out certain hallways and doors for privacy. The plan was simple: you’d walk around with your baby, passing him into the arms of each Stray Kids member, and the camera would capture the way they held him, interacted with him, and maybe even panicked with him.

The video would be posted with no explanation—just the baby being held by SKZ, and the caption: “Guess who the dad is 👀”

You strapped your baby into his soft little carrier as you entered the JYP building that afternoon, heart buzzing with anticipation. Your son was dressed in a cozy onesie that had little bear ears on the hood, making him look like the world’s tiniest teddy.

The staffer held up the camera, already giggling. “Okay, ready?”

You nodded. Showtime.

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The first person you found was Lee Know, lounging on a couch in the practice room. He was scrolling on his phone, but when he noticed you, his expression softened instantly.

“Hey, noona,” he greeted. “Oh—baby visit!”

You smiled sweetly. “Wanna hold him?”

Lee Know’s face lit up as he eagerly set his phone aside and reached for your son. The camera followed smoothly as you passed the baby over.

Instantly, Lee Know cradled him with shocking ease. He adjusted the baby into his arm, gently supporting his head, then used his other hand to carefully tuck the little bear hood so it didn’t slip. His gaze softened, a rare tender smile gracing his face.

“Aigo,” he cooed softly, rocking the baby a little. “So small. He’s perfect.”

Your son blinked up at him, calm, then reached his tiny fist toward Lee Know’s necklace.

Lee Know chuckled quietly, letting the baby tug at it for a moment. “Yah, already got expensive taste, huh?”

Behind the camera, the staffer snorted. You bit your lip to keep from laughing—Lee Know looked so natural that Stays were going to go crazy.

After a few moments, you took the baby back and whispered, “Thanks, oppa.”

Lee Know winked. “Anytime.”

—

Next, you found Hyunjin in one of the recording studios, doodling on his iPad.

“Hyunjin-ah,” you called softly.

He spun around, and when he spotted the bundle in your arms, he gasped dramatically. “BABY?!”

You grinned. “Wanna hold him?”

Hyunjin scrambled up so fast he nearly knocked over his tablet. The camera caught his wide eyes and giddy smile as you placed the baby in his arms.

Unlike Lee Know, Hyunjin looked nervous at first, holding your son a little stiffly. But then the baby yawned, and Hyunjin’s heart just melted right there. His entire expression softened like butter in the sun.

“Oh my god,” Hyunjin whispered. “Look at him. He’s like… an angel. An actual angel.”

He carefully rocked him side to side, eyes never leaving the tiny face. Then he pressed the softest kiss to the baby’s forehead, murmuring, “I think I might cry.”

You stifled a laugh. Chan was going to lose his mind when he saw Hyunjin kissing his baby’s forehead for TikTok.

Hyunjin looked up at you with sparkling eyes. “Can I keep him?”

“No,” you said firmly, though your voice was full of laughter.

He pouted dramatically. “Fine. But only because I love you. And him.”

The staffer was trying not to shake the camera from laughing.

—

Finally, you wandered down the hall to find Han in the pantry area, raiding the snacks.

“Jisung-ah,” you said casually.

He turned, mouth already full of chips, then froze mid-chew when he saw the baby. His eyes widened. He pointed at himself with a chip-stained finger. “Me?”

“Yes, you.” You smiled innocently. “Wanna hold him?”

Han panicked instantly. “Waitwaitwait—I don’t think that’s a good—AH—okay okay, fine.”

The camera zoomed in as you passed the baby carefully into his arms. Han looked absolutely terrified, holding your son like he was made of glass, stiff as a board.

“Uh… hi,” Han squeaked, staring down at the baby. “Wow. You’re… alive. And small. And alive.”

Your son gurgled happily, reaching a tiny fist toward Han’s hoodie strings.

“Oh—he wants to fight? No, no, don’t eat that—oh god, I’m sweating.”

You and the staffer were both doubled over, laughing silently.

Han looked up desperately. “Are you filming this? Don’t film this! I look like a terrible dad!”

The irony nearly broke you—you couldn’t wait to see Stay argue over whether Han looked like the obvious father or the obvious uncle.

—

And that was only the beginning. You had five more members to find… including your own husband.

After prying the baby gently out of Han’s panicked grip—he honestly looked relieved when you took him back—you and the staffer headed down the hall again. The baby was calm as ever, blinking curiously at the fluorescent lights above, occasionally letting out a soft coo.

“Your baby’s an angel,” the staffer whispered, adjusting the camera strap around their neck. “I’d be crying by now if I had to film all of this cuteness.”

You chuckled, bouncing your son gently. “Wait until we get to Felix. He’ll cry for both of us.”

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The first new target: Seungmin.

You found him in another practice room, tidying up after running through some choreography. He looked tired but sharp, hair damp from sweat. When he noticed you and the baby, his expression softened immediately, though he didn’t make a big dramatic fuss like Hyunjin had.

“Hey,” he said in his calm, warm voice. “Want me to hold him?”

You smirked. “Please.”

The camera zoomed in as you carefully handed your son over. Seungmin accepted him smoothly, supporting the head automatically like he’d done it a thousand times before. His posture relaxed as he cradled the baby against his chest, one large hand gently patting the tiny back in rhythmic comfort.

“Hey, little guy,” Seungmin murmured, voice softer than you’d ever heard. “You’re really calm, huh? Unlike some people I know.” He glanced up at you with a teasing look.

You gasped dramatically, trying not to laugh, and the baby blinked up at Seungmin, utterly content.

“You’re heavier than you look,” Seungmin added quietly, rocking him just slightly. “But that’s a good thing. Means you’re healthy.”

The way he said it—so practical, yet affectionate—made your chest ache in the best way. He looked like he could’ve stood there for hours, holding your son with quiet confidence.

The staffer whispered behind the camera, “Okay, Stay is going to think it’s him.”

You grinned knowingly. “Exactly.”

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Next up was Felix, and just like you predicted, chaos.

He was sitting cross-legged on the floor of the studio lounge, sorting through a pile of bracelets. As soon as his eyes landed on you, then the bundle in your arms, his freckles lit up with the brightest smile.

“Baby time?!” he squeaked, bouncing to his feet.

“Baby time,” you confirmed, suppressing your grin as you handed your son over.

Felix gasped the moment the baby was settled in his arms, clutching him close like he was holding the most precious treasure in the world. His eyes immediately watered.

“Oh my gosh,” Felix whispered in that deep, velvety voice. “He’s so small. Look at his little cheeks.” He gently stroked one with a fingertip, beaming. “He’s perfect. He’s literally perfect.”

The baby made a small sound, half-coo, half-yawn. Felix looked like he’d been shot straight through the heart.

“Oh my god,” he gasped, bouncing on his toes. “He talked! He said something! He said hi!”

You tried not to laugh too loudly, biting the inside of your cheek. Felix swayed the baby gently back and forth, murmuring nonstop compliments—“so handsome, so sweet, so perfect”—until finally he pressed a soft kiss to the baby’s tiny fist.

And then, of course, Felix started tearing up for real.

“Don’t cry on him,” you whispered, laughing.

“I can’t help it!” Felix sniffled dramatically. “He’s so beautiful! How can anyone be so pure?!”

The staffer was wheezing behind the camera. “This one’s going to break the internet.”

You didn’t disagree.

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After Felix reluctantly gave the baby back, you made your way toward the cafeteria, where you spotted I.N (Jeongin)hunched over a plate of food.

“Jeonginnie,” you called softly.

He looked up, mouth stuffed with rice, then nearly choked when he saw the baby. “Wha—what is—why is there a baby here?!”

You laughed. “Want to hold him?”

Jeongin’s eyes widened like saucers. “Me?! No, no, no, I’m too young for this. I’ll drop him. My hands are greasy—”

“Go wash your hands,” you said firmly.

Five minutes later, after a panicked hand-washing session, Jeongin returned, still looking terrified. “Okay. Okay, but if he cries, it’s not my fault.”

You handed your son carefully into his arms, and Jeongin stiffened immediately, clutching him like someone had just handed him a priceless artifact.

“Ahhh,” Jeongin squeaked. “He’s looking at me. Why is he looking at me?”

“He likes you,” you assured.

“He can’t like me, I’m not ready to be liked by a baby!”

The baby, of course, reached up and grabbed a strand of Jeongin’s hair. Jeongin froze, horrified.

“He’s pulling me. He’s pulling my soul out through my hair.”

You doubled over laughing while the staffer tried to keep the camera steady. The baby gurgled happily, tugging harder.

Jeongin let out a resigned sigh. “…Okay, fine. You can have it. Take my hair. Take everything.”

When you finally took the baby back, Jeongin collapsed against the table like he’d just survived war. “Never again. Babies are dangerous.”

You smirked. “Sure. But you looked pretty natural to me.”

Jeongin groaned. “Don’t say that! Stays are going to roast me alive if they think I’m dad material.”

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Finally, you tracked down Changbin, who was in the recording studio tinkering with beats.

“Binnie,” you called.

He spun around in his chair, then his whole face softened into the sweetest grin when he saw the baby. “Ohhh, come here, little guy!”

You passed the baby over, and Changbin scooped him up like he’d been waiting his whole life for the chance. He sat the baby comfortably against his broad chest, bouncing him gently while speaking in the softest voice you’d ever heard.

“Hey, buddy. Look at you,” Changbin cooed. “So tiny. You wanna be a producer like me when you grow up? We’ll make beats together. Boom, boom.” He mimicked a bass beat with his mouth, and the baby giggled.

Changbin gasped dramatically. “Did you hear that? He laughed! He likes me! That means he’s mine now.”

You raised an eyebrow, suppressing a laugh. “Yours?”

“Yep. Sorry, noona. He’s my baby now.”

Behind the camera, the staffer snorted. “This one’s dangerous too. He looks too natural.”

Changbin continued bouncing your son, kissing his tiny hand and whispering nonsense in a soft, melodic tone. Watching him, you almost forgot this was a prank TikTok—it just looked too heartwarming.

When you finally reached to take the baby back, Changbin groaned. “Nooo. He likes me. Look at him. He doesn’t want to leave.”

Your son actually did pout a little when taken away, which made Changbin puff his chest proudly. “See? Proof.”

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By now, you were nearly done—only one member left, and then your husband.

You smirked to yourself as you bounced your son gently. The chaos so far was gold, but you knew the ending—the reveal—was going to be the best part.

Because no one held the baby like Bang Chan did.

The baby was already starting to get a little fussy from all the passing around, so you decided to save the best for last. There was only one person left on your list, and you knew this was the part that was going to break the internet.

You found Bang Chan exactly where you expected him to be—in one of the smaller studios, hunched over his laptop with headphones hanging around his neck. He was half-bopping his head to something he’d been mixing, but the moment you stepped in with the baby, his whole face lit up.

“Hey, my loves,” he said instantly, voice softening in that way he reserved only for the two of you.

The staffer behind the camera zoomed in, catching every detail of Chan’s expression. It was so automatic—so instinctive—that there was no hiding it.

You smiled sweetly. “Wanna hold him?”

Chan blinked at you, then tilted his head like you’d just asked him if he wanted oxygen. “What kind of question is that? Of course.”

He set his laptop aside immediately and held his arms out. You passed your son carefully over, and the instant the baby settled into his father’s chest, he relaxed with a tiny sigh.

Chan adjusted him with practiced ease, supporting his head perfectly, one hand cradling the small body close while the other rubbed the baby’s back. Then, without thinking, he dipped his head to press a gentle kiss to the baby’s forehead.

Behind the camera, the staffer whispered, “Oh my god.”

You bit back a laugh. This was going to be too obvious.

Chan began humming under his breath—a low, soothing melody you recognized as one of the lullabies he’d written just for your son. The baby cooed happily, little fist gripping at the fabric of Chan’s shirt.

“There we go,” Chan whispered. “That’s my boy. Did you miss Appa? Hm?”

Your heart clenched in the sweetest way possible, but you also had to cover your mouth to keep from laughing. If anyoneon TikTok didn’t guess correctly after this, you’d be shocked.

The door suddenly burst open, and in came half the members—Han, Hyunjin, Felix, and Changbin, all crowding to peek inside.

“Yah!” Han gasped. “See? He’s way too natural. He’s definitely the dad.”

Hyunjin pouted dramatically. “No, I was the best! The baby loved me more.”

“Dream on,” Changbin scoffed. “He literally laughed at my beatboxing. That means I’m the dad.”

Felix wiped at his still-watery eyes. “No… look at him. Look at Chan-hyung. That’s it. Case closed. He’s glowing.”

Chan looked up at them all, utterly bewildered. “What are you guys even talking about?”

You smirked from your spot by the wall. “Oh, nothing. Just… filming.”

The members’ eyes widened as realization dawned. “YOU’RE RECORDING THIS?!”

The staffer gave a thumbs up from behind the camera.

Hyunjin threw his arms in the air. “Unfair! Now everyone’s going to think it’s Chan, when clearly I had the angel moment.”

“You cried on him, Felix,” Seungmin deadpanned as he slipped into the room, followed by Jeongin. “That’s not dad material, that’s emotional uncle material.”

Felix pouted, crossing his arms. “But he smiled at me.”

Chan finally caught on, eyes narrowing at you playfully. “Wait… is this that TikTok trend you were talking about?”

You beamed innocently. “Maybe.”

“Oh my god,” he groaned, looking down at the baby, who was perfectly content in his arms. “You’re evil. Making everyone guess? They’re all going to know it’s me.”

“Not necessarily,” you teased. “You’d be surprised how delusional Stays can be when it comes to theories.”

Han smirked. “Oh, this is going to be good. They’re going to argue for days.”

“Bet you they’ll say it’s me,” Changbin said confidently, still puffing out his chest.

“No, me,” Hyunjin argued. “I kissed him.”

“That doesn’t make you the dad,” Seungmin muttered, rolling his eyes.

“Guys,” Jeongin said quietly, pointing. “Look at them. Look at Chan-hyung. Case closed.”

Everyone turned to stare again, and honestly, it was hard to argue. Chan wasn’t even performing—he was just being himself. His eyes were soft, his smile was gentle, and he swayed instinctively as the baby let out a tiny sigh and nestled closer into his chest.

Chan glanced up, cheeks flushing under all the stares. “What?”

Hyunjin groaned. “It’s too obvious.”

“Yeah,” Han agreed, smirking. “But that’s what makes it funny. Stays are going to tear each other apart.”

Felix bounced on his toes excitedly. “Let’s post it now!”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Not yet. Let me edit it first. Then we’ll unleash it on the internet.”

Chan groaned again, burying his face against the baby’s soft hair. “I’m never going to live this down, am I?”

“Nope,” you said cheerfully. “But look on the bright side—at least now the whole world gets to see what an amazing dad you are.”

His head snapped up, eyes wide. “Y/N!”

You winked, and the room erupted with laughter.

—

The filming wrapped up after that, but of course the teasing didn’t stop. As you packed the baby back into his carrier, the members kept up their debate like it was the world’s most serious case.

“It’s me.” “No, me!” “Definitely me.” “You’re all wrong, it’s obviously Hyunjin.” “Stop lying to yourself, it’s Chan.”

Meanwhile, Chan just sighed, slipping an arm around your shoulders as you walked out together. He pressed a kiss to your temple and whispered, “You’re really going to make me the internet’s number one suspect, huh?”

You grinned, leaning against him. “Always.”

Later that night, after tucking your baby into his bassinet, you curled up on the couch beside Chan, phone in hand. He was already giving you the side-eye, like he knew exactly what was about to happen.

“You’re really going to post it?” he asked, though his arm was wrapped snugly around you.

“Mhm.” You tapped through your drafts, found the video, and added the caption: “Guess who the dad is 👀”

Chan groaned, dragging his hand down his face. “You’re evil. Pure evil.”

“Evil genius,” you corrected again, hitting “post.”

It took less than ten minutes before the notifications started flooding in. You opened the app, and both of you stared at the comments section exploding in real time.

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TikTok Comments

@ stay4life ✨: WAIT—WHY IS THERE A BABY???

@ skzbrainrot: omg the way Lee Know held him so gently?? 😭 dad vibes confirmed

@ hyunjinismydream: HYUNJIN KISSED THE BABY ON THE FOREHEAD I’M CRYING 🥺

@ lixlovefreckles: FELIX IS CRYING OVER THE BABY I REPEAT FELIX IS CRYING 😭😭😭😭

@ seungminsnaturalcharm: why is seungmin so casual like he’s done this before 💀

@ inmaknaestruggle: jeongin: “he’s pulling my soul out through my hair” LMAOOOOO 🤣🤣🤣

@ chrisgang: HAN HOLDING THE BABY LIKE IT’S A BOMB OMGGGGGG 💀💀💀

@ changbinfits: CHANGBIN BEATBOXING TO THE BABY AND MAKING HIM LAUGH??? sorry he’s the dad. case closed.

@ ot8forever: no bc chan at the end… the way the baby just MELTED into him… the way chan hummed to him??? nah it’s too obvious.

@ babystays: THE CAPTION “guess who the dad is 👀” THEY’RE PLAYING WITH US AGAIN 😭

@ felixbrownie: this feels like a whole K-drama plot and I’m not surviving it.

@ realstray: LISTEN… what if it’s NOT chan… what if it’s SEUNGMIN and JYP is trying to distract us 👀

@ delusionalstay88: guys… call me crazy but I think it’s Jeongin. he looks suspicious.

@ realisticstay: no bc it’s literally Chan. Look at the way the baby sighs against him. That’s a baby who knows his dad 😭

@ samsung: nah Hyunjin kissing the baby?? endgame.

@ babychan: THE BABY SAID “APPA” IN HIS EYES OKAY?!

@ stayswithreceipts: Felix crying = uncle. Han panicking = cousin. Seungmin calm = responsible uncle. Chan = DAD. math done ✅

@ ilvustray: i love how they’re all acting natural but you can SEE the panic in han’s eyes 😭😭😭

@ ot8married: im sorry but chan humming a lullaby at the end?? that man is not acting.

@ cryingstay: oh we’re never getting sleep again. this fandom is going to theorize until 2027.

@ bang98: ok but plot twist: it’s a STAFF MEMBER’S baby and skz are just uncles 🤔

@ logicstay: the caption says “guess” … so it’s OBVIOUSLY not the obvious answer (chan). 4D chess.

@ kidstray: nah the way the baby grabbed changbin’s hoodie like “dad” … i can’t 😭😭😭

@ Ioveleeknows: Jeongin saying “babies are dangerous” is the most relatable thing I’ve ever heard.

@ staytears: Y/N YOU ARE EVIL FOR THIS BUT THANK YOU.

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You couldn’t stop laughing, scrolling through the endless flood of comments. The fandom was absolutely losing its collective mind, theories branching off in a thousand directions.

Chan sat beside you, head tipped back against the couch, groaning like a man in pain. “I told you. Too obvious.”

You nudged him with your shoulder. “But look—they’re fighting. Some of them really think it’s Jeongin.”

That finally made him laugh, shaking his head. “Jeongin? The guy who nearly fainted when the baby pulled his hair?”

“Hey, you never know,” you teased.

Just then, your phone buzzed with a group chat notification. The members had clearly seen the TikTok.

SKZ Group Chat

Han: YO WHY AM I HOLDING THE BABY LIKE IT’S TNT 💀 Hyunjin: no bc i kissed the baby… i win. end of discussion. Seungmin: Hyunjin, shut up. Felix: …I cried again watching it 😭😭😭 Changbin: The baby laughed at me. That’s proof enough. Dad status confirmed. Jeongin: WHO KEEPS SAYING IT’S ME??? I’M TOO YOUNG TO PAY CHILD SUPPORT. Chan: …I hate you all. Han: nah bro it’s over for you. stays already solved it 💀

You snorted so hard you nearly dropped your phone. “They’re bullying you in the group chat.”

Chan groaned again but couldn’t stop smiling. He leaned closer, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I can’t believe you set me up like this.”

“You love it,” you whispered back.

He didn’t deny it.

—

The next morning, the TikTok was trending worldwide. Clips had already been re-uploaded, slowed down, edited with dramatic music, captioned with things like “Father Chan era confirmed” and “SKZ as dads compilation when?”

Everywhere you looked, Stays were still arguing—some convinced it was Chan, others dead set it was Changbin, some spiraling into wild theories about Seungmin or Felix. A few even insisted the baby wasn’t real.

Meanwhile, in the dorm, the members hadn’t let Chan live it down.

At breakfast, Han held a spoon dramatically. “Here you go, baby. Open wide—oh wait, that’s Appa’s job.”

Hyunjin kept sighing dreamily. “I kissed the baby first. That means I’m the godfather.”

Felix just hugged Chan randomly every five minutes, whispering, “You’re such a good dad.”

Even Seungmin cracked a smirk, adding, “At least they didn’t think it was me. I’d never survive that chaos.”

And Jeongin? He just glared at everyone. “STOP SAYING I’M THE DAD.”

Chan buried his face in his hands, but you caught the way he peeked through his fingers, smiling. He was proud—even if he’d never admit it.

That night, after the teasing died down and the baby was asleep again, you curled against him in bed.

“Still mad?” you teased softly.

Chan chuckled, pulling you closer, his arm around both you and the baby nestled in his bassinet nearby. “Not mad. Just… I can’t believe we actually did that.”

You smiled, kissing his chest. “Worth it though, right?”

He tilted his head down, brushing a kiss against your hair. “Always worth it.”

And with the soft hum of his voice filling the room, you realized it didn’t matter what TikTok thought—your little family already knew the truth.

Touch obsessed Bang Chan who follows you around the apartment, chattering and just wanting to be in your space.

Touch obsessed Bang Chan who will hug you from behind if ever you so much as walk past him, dragging you into his arms. Doesn't matter if he's in a conversation or you're carrying something, he'll stop whatever he's doing to give you a hug.

Touch obsessed Bang Chan who comes home from a long day and just wants you on him. For your weight. He'll lay down and pull you on top of him, just listening to your breathing or your day as he falls asleep.

Touch obsessed Bang Chan who holds your hand at any opportunity, no matter the scenario.

Touch obsessed Bang Chan who loves to give you massages. Shoulders, legs, feet, arms, back, anything. Don't threaten him with a good time, though. He is ready to go whenever, wherever.

Touch obsessed Bang Chan who can't sleep without you, needing your warmth, comfort, skin. He loves to wrap himself around you, face flush against your neck.

「𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍」

➥ Bang Chan x Reader (f) — 1.5k (~6 min. read)

⚠ — Established FWBs, fetishism, mid-workout rough sex, choking (m rec).

➥ It's embarrassing how fast you cave when he sends you thirst traps.

*a/n: Sheer Tinderbubble whoredom brainrot, don't ask. Last time this happened, Hyunjin's Cartier pictures had dropped.

Pairing: Minho x Fem Reader

Summary: Minho has spent a good chunk of his life devoted to one goddess. The one he believes can help him and his people. After a long journey he finally makes to her temple. He never expected his loyalty to be so rewarding.

Or TDLR: Minho becomes a plaything for a bored goddess.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI due to adult content. Unprotected sex, hand job, edging/orgasm denial, overstimulation, and slight dacryphilia.

Word Count: 5,900 and some change

Author’s Note: Someone should stop me from getting high and writing. Stared at a photo of Minho for twenty minutes just to write this fever dream. 😅

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We're appreciating the FUCK out of this piece rewiring my brain chemistry. If you're a Leeknower and still in one piece after reading this.... Idk bro you need to see a therapist asap.

[skz] texting boyfriend Minho

💙a collection of texts between you and minho (ft. others) <3 pairing: minho x fem reader genre: fluff, suggestive

⋆˚꩜ you haven't answered me .ᐟ (c.bc)

STRAY KIDS ━ Bang Chan

『 ↳✧･ﾟ SUMMARY: The most important person in your life turns 28.

『 ↳✧･ﾟ WORD COUNT: 1.58k

『 ↳✧･ﾟ CW: Crying!Channie (happy tears I swear!). Birthday celebration, confessions, gift giving (to Chan obvs). Also implied crush on reader for years before dating lol.

『 ↳✧･ﾟ A/N: So I sorta merged two fics in one. This was supposed to be an anniversary gift giving fic, but I ended up adding my Senses fic from way back when I first started this blog. It merged into this pretty giving Chan a letter for his birthday fic lol. ANYWAYS Happy birthday to the person who's always been there to comfort me (even if he doesn't know it).

『 ↳✧･ﾟ 🎵: Youtiful — Stray Kids

Chan held the simple, white envelope in his hands, his thumb gently running over the neat handwriting in which his name was written on the outside.

He took a deep breath before gently opening it, his heart racing in his chest. He couldn't help but feel nervous as he unfolded the white piece of paper inside. But as he began to read the words written there, his nerves slowly gave way to a warm, fuzzy feeling in his chest. Each word, each phrase you had written to him made him fall in love with you all over again.

brain off, boobs out ㅡ bang chan

paring : chan x fem!reader

warning : smut under the cut mdni please, porn without plot established relationship, sub chan, soft dom reader, oral sex (m receiving briefly) tits fucking, petnames (baby, love, baby boy)

word count : 920

a/n : here's a (very) short fic for chan's bday :) i'm a complete sucker for any sub!skz so hope u will like this one ! happy birthday to chan once again ml he deserves everything and sm more. feedbacks are appreciated, i read everything ♡

a/n: yes this is 23k words of friends-to-lovers porn with feelings, no i don’t want to talk about it (jk, let’s talk about it pls 😂). it started as “haha what if it’s just friends with benefits practice??” and then turned into soft angst and confessions and tears and love. enjoy the pain!