✧ stray kids oneshots ✧ writing stories for the moments that linger a little too long. romantic stray kids oneshots with slow burns, quiet spice, and love that feels real. • y/n insert • comfort + angst • intimacy & tension • smut stay as long as you like. the stories don't rush. take your time here. you're always welcome to stay requests are open! If you don't like it don't read it ⚠ This story contains mature and suggestive themes and is intended for a more mature audience. Please read at your own discretion. This is a work of fiction. While Stray Kids are real people, all events, dialogue, and scenarios in this story are purely imagined and created for entertainment purposes only. This story does not reflect his real personality, actions, or life in any way. I do not claim ownership of Stray Kids-only the storyline and original elements belong to me. Please remember to separate fiction from reality and enjoy the story responsibly. started - 26th Janurary 2026 #1 in late - 25/02/26 #1 in hyunjin - 6/05/26 #2 in straykids - 6/05/26 #2 in hwanghyunjin - 30/04/26 #2 in seochangbin - 2/05/26 #3 in skzfanfiction - 6/05/26 #5 in straykidsfanfiction - 30/03/26

COLLEGE AU She likes him, He likes her, Everyone knows this, Except them... ~-~- Dont fall in love, Dont fall in love, Dont fall in love *looks into his eyes* fuck, im in love inspired by the song crazy over you by black pink!!! STARTED WRITING: 04/04/26 ENDED: N/A

Chae-Yeong is a 14 year old invisible, quiet "Building Ghost" whose father's long security shifts mean she has no choice but to spend her afternoons and evenings waiting alone in the halls of JYPE. Because of her deep social anxiety, she sees everything, but is seen by no one. That changes the moment her high-level observation skills force her to break her silence to intervene in a Stray Kids crisis. Suddenly, eight of the world's most chaotic idols know she exists. As the members slowly chip away at her defences, they uncover her deep fear of the spotlight. Chae-Yeong is no longer watching the chaos; she's trapped in the middle of it. Can a girl terrified of human interaction survive being adopted by eight overly protective older brothers? We Didn't Order a Sister! Chaos is about to gain a permanent member! (Short Chapters) Tags (all time) 1st in kpop 1st in siblinggoals 1st in straykidsxoc 1st in straykidsff 1st in changbin 1st in han 1st in ot8 1st in anxiety 1st in jeongin 1st in skz 1st in leeknow 1st in kpopfanfic 1st in jisung 1st in bangchan 1st in hyunjin 5th in seungmin 11th in minho 11th in funny

Y/n grew up with eight soul marks and was bullied for it her whole life, being told that she didn't deserve them or that they would reject her once they found out about the other. Y/n never actually thought she would be able to meet one of them let alone all of them. But one faithful day leads to a lot of opportunities for Y/n.

Lee Yon Mi, always had a quiet life she thought it will stay like that forever but after she moved back to Korea to follow her dream, she fell in love with a superhero, oblivious about the fact that the person behind the mask was her enemy, Kim Seungmin.

No way. "Seungmin..?" you breathed, crawling closer, every inch careful after that explosion tossed your hair all over hell. A soft groan slipped out, making your heart slam against your ribs. Did it work? Did you actually pull him back? Your mouth hung open, eyes locked on him like he was the only thing left in the world that mattered to your twisted mind. Like this sick experiment was more beautiful than anything else. Your eyes shone in amazement. Rain still clung to your skin, clothes soaked and sticking tight. He shifted, slow and heavy, blinking like he was waking from a nightmare, confused but alive. You did it. You brought Seungmin back. You actually brought a human back to life.

━ ⋆ ⚘ ⋆ ━ "I can't hurt you. Even if I wanted to," he muttered, voice low, unreadable. Seungmin's fists clenched at his sides. He looked like he had something to say, but you were past listening. "Why?! You never fucking hesitated before!" you spat, your voice shaking with fury. His jaw tightened. "Because you're my best friend's precious little sister." Your blood ran cold. "Then act like it," you seethed. "Help me get him back." His gaze locked onto yours, something shifting-like your words had shattered whatever restraint he had left. His eyes softened into that puppy look. A long silence. Then, a slow exhale. "Oh, fuck it." ━ ⋆ ⚘ ⋆ ━

✦✧━✧✦ "Shut up before I actually make you," you barked, pushing his chest with some force, though he barely flinched. He looked down at you, eyes low and dark, a slow smirk playing on his lips. "You're not gonna do that, are you?" "Do what?" you snapped, narrowing your eyes and tilting your head, already dizzy from the alcohol, his gaze heavy enough to make you swallow hard. Without a word, he stepped closer and pinned you against the wall, barely touching you, but the weight of him pressed in all the same. "Making me shut up," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. "How do you imagine that? You're too much of a wimp to fight me." He mimicked your head tilt perfectly, mocking you, and you couldn't help but gulp. ✦✧━✧✦ (Completed)

"U know I relly like u" "Seungmin it's 11pm shush and go to sleep" "Bvt I csnt hrlp it" "Pass your phone to the one who is with you, so I can know how drunk you are 🤦‍♀️"

"if you think this was personal," he said quietly. "it wasn't." you laughed, soft and bitter. "oh, that's supposed to help? wow. thanks, seungmin. i definitely don't feel insane for thinking you were lying to chris for me." you leaned in, fists bunching his shirt. "you're cold and evil, got it? such an arrogant prick. for a second i wanted to jump over that table and strangle you when i realized you were faking it. but that's what you do, right? pretend to be decent so no one sees what you actually are." he swallowed, eyes flicking to your lips before snapping back up. "get off me." "make me." the silence that followed was dangerous. your breathing roared in your ears as everything hit at once, your thighs tight at his sides, his thumbs brushing the inside of your wrists, his legs pinned beneath you, heat bleeding through the thin fabric between you. shit, this wasn't how you wanted it to go. ₊ ˚. 🕯️ ⊹₊ ⋆ A group of young people. Every heard of them? Probably not. Their name is The Movement... and they sure as hell will switch over your innocent imaginations of life. especially in the middle of war...