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Hiii!! I just wanna request smthing‼‼

Imagine Skz with their Idol!s/o where their s/o is having their concert with their group and skz is just really proud of them 😣😣😣

SORRY IF THIS DOESNT MAKE ANY SENSE😭😭

(Also may I be 💗 anon? If yes, thank uu!!)

omg my first anon requesting to be called something?? yes ofc you can be 💗 anon!! 🥹

i took some liberties with some of these so they didn't get repetitive, i hope you don't mind!

this idea is so so cute! i hope you enjoy~

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Bang Chan:

This was one of those moments were Chan was glad not to be recognized. From his place among the crowd of people, a mask and hat obscuring his face, he watched you perform.

You looked absolutely electric on stage. You were completely lost in the music, dancing your heart out, with your vocals on point. You were gorgeous, and he was lucky enough to be yours.

Chan giggled softly to himself, the sound being swallowed in the sea of cheers around him. His grin was wide and cheesy, and in any other setting he’d feel completely embarrassed to be smiling like that. But the pride in his heart in seeing you do what you loved, and do it so well, made him indescribably happy. You were his light, and you made sure to shine.

Chan watched until the end of the concert, admiring you and your talent from afar. During your group’s ending sentiments, he made his way backstage and waited for you there. He was practically buzzing with excitement.

Soon enough, he heard your voice mixed among your members’, and as the door to the stage opened, you came through it. You looked tired, but you were smiling and laughing, joking about something that happened on stage. Chan watched you, a soft smile on his face as he waited for you to notice him.

Your eyes found his soon after, and before he could realize what happened, you had thrown yourself into his arms. Chan embraced you quickly, pressing kisses to your hair as your burrowed into the crook of his neck, your arms wrapped around his waist. Vaguely, he heard your members oohing and aweing, but he was focused on you and you only.

“Hi baby,” he murmured into your hair. “I’m so proud of you.”

Lee Know:

Minho was never obvious with his emotions, especially when he was feeling vulnerable. He took pride in being disciplined enough to control himself in most emotional situations, which he frequently bragged about to his members (especially the “cry babies”). Unfortunately for him, he was still human.

That was how he found himself backstage after your group’s show, trying his best to hold himself together while waiting for you. This was the kick off of your first world tour, starting in Korea. This venue had been the biggest you’d performed in to date, and Minho was feeling a whole bunch of mixed emotions about this.

One one hand, he was the proudest he’d ever been. You were doing it- making your dream a reality. Ever since he met you at his former dance studio, you’d only ever wanted to be an idol. You loved to dance. You were learning to sing. The two of you were similar in that way. Minho had joined Stray Kids much before you debuted, but still he kept in close contact with you since then. And now, 5 years later, you had both achieved your dreams. And fell in love in the process.

On the other hand, he was really gonna miss you while you were gone on your touring schedule.

Minho had texted you before the concert, wishing you luck and telling you to find him after. You had responded back with a cat emoji, a wordless promise to come see him first as soon as you were off stage. As the door opened to the green room, you came rushing through it. Minho didn’t waste any time, meeting you halfway and wrapping you up in his arms.

You were giggling, breathless, as you hugged him back. “Hi Minnie- did you like it?” You asked softly, voice right next to his ear.

Minho shivered at the feeling, and simply nodded into your shoulder. He felt himself begin to splinter at the edges, and soon enough he was shaking with shallow sobs as he held you. One of your hands threaded into his hair, rubbing comfortingly.

You pulled away and brushed some hair from his red, teary eyes. “Why are you crying, my love?” Your eyes were soft and you looked radiant. There were so many words Minho wanted to say, but he settled on just a couple for now.

“I’m just so proud of you, honey… you did it.”

Changbin:

The air was practically buzzing around him as Changbin watched your solo performance. All those long nights spent together going over the rap portions of it, how your flow would change, which words you would emphasize... it was all for this. Your solo debut.

In your group, technically you were a dancer. You never had much vocal or rap training prior to your debut, and since then it had been a frequent topic of discussion among your fans. Could you sing? Could you rap? Why didn't you ever get a single line to yourself in your songs? All of these questions rasped at your confidence, until finally you asked someone for help.

You were lucky enough to have Changbin as a fellow JYPE idol, and you contacted him for to see if he could help you out. When he responded, you weren't expecting him to be quite so willing. Over the next couple months, he helped you write, practice, and produce your very own solo rap song. He was so knowledgable, and he gave his help without expecting anything in return.

You sometimes think that's what made you fall in love with him.

The words seemed to flow from your mouth as if your lips were never meant to say anything else. As you leap from one verse to another, you felt your confidence soar, knowing somewhere in the crowd was your Binnie. After everything he had given you, you knew you had to put your all into this performance.

As the last words left your mouth, perfectly ending the with the trap beat, you were met with thunderous applause. You bowed and waved, making your way off stage to allow your other members their turn in the spotlight. Once you were completely hidden within the wings, you were snatched up in a bone-crushing hug by none other than your dark rapper.

You let out a soft laugh, squeezing Changbin back tightly. A whispered question filled the air between you two. "How'd I do?"

Changbin couldn't help but giggle his goofy giggle, pulling away to press a kiss to your lips. "You were perfect. Binnie's so proud of you."

Hyunjin:

The videos playing from his phone didn't do you justice, Hyunjin knew that. Unfortunately, from half a world away, that was all he had at the moment. Stray Kids had been on a tour for the last three months, and he was currently in California instead of Seoul. He would much rather be in Seoul.

Your family had been kind enough to record your best moments and send them over to him. It was bittersweet watching you from his phone. The audio was tinny and strange, but he still heard your beautiful voice shine through. The video quality was poor, but he could still make out the features of your face that he was so in love with. He just wished he could've been there in person.

The digital hotel clock blared at him in the dark. It was nearing 6am. Hyunjin sighed, knowing he should still be sleeping. Instead, he opened your text thread, thumbing through the messages glumly.

You had last texted him around 8pm, telling him to get some sleep. He didn't, not really. You occupied his thoughts day and night, especially when he was so far from you.

Hyunjin frowned slightly at his screen, beginning to type out a text to you before he paused, instead clicking the small phone icon. The line rung... and rung... and rung...

You must have your phone off still.

After your voicemail greeting finished and the little beep sounded, Hyunjin started speaking.

"Hi my love," his voice sounded froggy from nonuse. Hyunjin cleared his throat softly before continuing. "How are you? I saw some videos of your performance. You were amazing, really. You sounded so beautiful when you sang, and you looked even better... how did I get so lucky?" He asked, wishing he could actually hear you respond.

"I miss you a lot. But we'll be home soon, I hope. Wish me luck, okay love? I want to do my best for you." Hyunjin glanced at the clock again. "It's getting late for you, hm? I'll let you go. I love you and I'm always proud of you. Never forget that."

Han:

Han was so glad to be home. Stray Kids had just finished a tour and had a couple days to rest and recuperate before their schedule continued. It was good timing too, because you ended up hurting yourself in your group's rehearsal just a day before. Now he could stay home and take care of you.

You were so happy to spend time with your boyfriend, but you couldn't help but wish it was under different circumstances. Your group had be rehearsing for a music show performance, and now that you were injured, you couldn't be there. It felt like you let your members down, even if it wasn't really your fault. Someone had spilled water and you slipped and fell while dancing.

Now you were couch-ridden with a sprained ankle and you couldn't dance for another week.

Han hated to see you so down. While he had time off, he brought you whatever you wanted and made sure to fit in ample cuddle time. You were thankful, but did feel a bit bad that this was how he was spending his time off. Han assured you over and over that he was just glad to be home with you until you had to believe him. You knew he had your back.

Tonight was no different, but it was the night of your group's performance at the music show, and you were feeling sadder than ever.

Han held you close to him on the couch, rubbing your arm comfortingly and dropping soft kisses on your forehead as the two of you watched your group. You sniffled a bit as you watched, feeling so happy for your members but also insanely guilty for not being there. And maybe a bit jealous. After the performance ended, Han paused the TV.

"Honey, look at me?" He asked softly and you did. Your eyes were slightly teary. "Baby, you know you're still a part of your group, right? You may be hurt now, but you should just focus on getting better, okay?" You nodded, pouting a bit. Han giggled at you and kissed your pout away.

"I'm proud of you, okay? Always."

Felix:

Anxiety sat heavy in Felix's stomach as the lights began to flash on the stage, signaling the start of your debut performance as a soloist. You had been working towards this for months, and he just wanted you to do well.

After your group disbanded due to controversy with some of the other members earlier in the year, you decided to continue your career as a soloist. It was a big step, seeing as you had never performed without a group, let alone debuted without one. The public had mixed thoughts on the matter, so really it all depended on how well your performance was received. You had to do well.

Felix knew you would, even if he was nervous for you.

He watched as you stepped out onto stage, lights illuminating your face in various colorful shades. The catchy beat started, and you began to sing. Immediately he knew you'd be okay. You absolutely shined on stage, and it was especially apparent now that you were alone. Felix couldn't help but laugh in astonishment as he realized that your group had been holding you back.

You had the entire crowd wrapped around your finger as your song finished and you were met with thunderous applause. The sea of people was practically glowing with how many light sticks being held up. They loved you.

Felix was backstage before he could blink, immediately finding you in the small crowd of crew and other performers. He just about ran to you, wrapping you up in the biggest hug he could muster. You laughed gleefully into his ear, hugging him back. Felix laughed too, swaying you back and forth. When you pulled away, your smile was nearly blinding.

"I'm assuming you liked it?" You asked, even though it wasn't really a question you needed him to answer.

Felix smiled and grabbed your hands. "That was the best I've ever seen you perform. You were made to be a soloist, baby. You owned that stage." You blushed a bit at his gushing, leaning forward to hide your face in his shoulder. Felix laughed his deep laugh and kissed the side of your head. "I'm seriously so proud of you..."

Seungmin:

Seungmin always loved your voice. You had such a way of speaking- it was unique. When you spoke to him, sometimes it felt like he was hearing the words you used for the first time. That was probably part of the reason why you were such a talented rapper. You stood out because of your interesting tone and inflection, and you quickly boosted your group to fame once the public realized what a gem you are.

But the thing was, you only ever rapped.

Sure you could dance and do supporting vocals during the choruses of your group's songs, but you never sang. Except for now, that is. You had been given a chorus to sing all by yourself. You nearly threw up when you were told about it.

Luckily, you just happened to be dating a vocalist, and Seungmin was more than happy to help you out.

He may be teasing sometimes, but truly he only ever wanted good things for you. Especially if you were going to be vulnerable enough to sing in front of thousands of people. So he helped you out, meeting whenever you both had time to practice the chorus.

Once you got the pitch down, you sounded good. Seungmin knew you would.

Now he was watching you perform probably for the dozenth time, but it almost felt like the first. He finally got to hear you sing on stage. And when you finally did, you sounded heavenly. Of course you did, you were his angel.

As soon as the concert ended, he was rushing backstage. He caught you just as you were stepping into the green room and he called out your name. You turned towards him with exhaustion clear on your features, yet you still managed to beam at him once you saw who it was that called out to you.

"Seungmin!" You exclaimed, embracing him in a tight hug once he as close enough to do so. "Hi baby..." You murmured softly, just so he could hear.

Seungmin's face burned as he pulled away, smiling at you joyfully. "You sounded amazing." He said bluntly, causing you to laugh and press a quick kiss to his lips.

"You mean it?" You asked, fiddling with the fabric of his suit jacket.

Seungmin bit back a smile and rolled his eyes. "Of course. I'm so, so proud of you."

I.N:

It was a well known fact that the stage was the worst place to make a mistake. You could always do another take when you were recording vocals or shooting an MV, and in practice it just meant you needed to practice harder. The stage was unforgivable, though. You didn't get a do-over.

And everyone was bound to mess up eventually.

Jeongin knew that. He had messed up on stage, as had all of his members. A couple of his mistakes still left a pit in his stomach when he thought about them. No one was safe from human error, after all.

You might've jinxed yourself by thinking the opposite.

Tonight's performance was televised, which was new for you and your group. It meant that a lot more people would be watching you than you were used to, and it also meant that you had no idea how they would react. That not knowing is what scared you.

You tried to calm your nerves, reminding yourself that this was a song you had performed a lot before. It was in a good vocal range for you, and when you had to belt in the chorus, you always nailed it. It would be okay, right?

Wrong. So very wrong.

As you approached the climax of the verse, your voice completely gave way beneath you. You had messed up. It felt as if everything went quiet before you realized you were still on stage and you had to keep going. You did, but hurried off stage as soon as the lights went dark.

Your members tried to comfort you, but you didn't want to hear it. It felt as if you were drowning. How did you mess up so badly? You knew that song so well... what happened?

You nearly collapsed in on yourself before Jeongin found you, makeup staining your cheeks as you sobbed. He said nothing, just wrapped you in his arms and told you that it was okay. He was here. You hugged him back and took deep breaths.

When you calmed down, Jeongin wiped at your cheeks and fixed your hair. He smiled at you and held your hand, saying just what you needed to hear. "No matter what, I'm proud of you. Don't doubt that."