Skz oneshotes (Requests Open)

🦊 I'm...

Main characters: Jeongin
Page Persons: SKZ
Subject: trans
Requested by @TheJeong-in_addict-1

Title: I’m...

Jeongin had always kept to himself about certain things. He was quiet about his insecurities, the ones that bubbled under the surface like a simmering pot that might overflow at any moment. One of those insecurities, the one that he dreaded the most, was his identity. Being a trans man in the spotlight wasn’t easy, and while the members of Stray Kids were supportive, there were moments where Jeongin felt he couldn’t escape the weight of his own thoughts.

Living with his bandmates had been a dream, but also a challenge. His insecurities had found their way into almost every part of his routine, even things that seemed small and insignificant to others, like doing laundry. It wasn’t something Jeongin had ever talked about—doing laundry was a personal thing for him, and it helped him maintain a sense of control. The truth was, Jeongin had a secret. Some of the things he needed to wash—feminine items, personal care products—weren’t something he felt comfortable sharing with the other members.

Every week, Jeongin would go into the laundry room, sort through his clothes with quiet care, and wash his things separately. He couldn’t bear the idea of the other members finding out. So, he made it a point to do his laundry when no one else was around. He never mentioned it to anyone, and it became a routine that kept his secret safe.

But today was different.

Jeongin had gotten caught up with other things. His schedule was packed, and he had forgotten to do his laundry. It wasn’t like him to forget something so important, but it had happened. And now, as the day wore on, he realized his mistake. He bit his lip, silently cursing himself. He had hoped no one would notice, but fate, as always, had a different plan.

Minho had noticed the laundry basket sitting untouched in the corner of the dorm. He was the one who always kept things in order—his meticulous nature made him the unofficial manager of the group’s shared living space. And that meant he was the one who typically took charge of household chores when others were distracted. Today was no different. As Jeongin was busy finishing a song and the others were working on choreography, Minho gathered up the rest of the laundry, including Jeongin’s.

Jeongin, still lost in his own world, didn’t even realize that his clothes were being mixed in with the others. He was so focused on his work, not thinking about the mundane tasks that had to be done. By the time he realized what had happened, it was already too late.

Later that afternoon, Chan went to unload the laundry from the dryer. He was humming a tune as he folded the shirts, pants, and jackets, but then something caught his eye—something he wasn’t expecting. Among the usual pile of clothes were items that seemed out of place. A bra. A pair of women’s socks. A feminine hygiene product.

Chan froze for a moment, holding the items in his hand. His mind raced, trying to piece together what was happening. He knew that Jeongin had always been quiet and secretive about certain things, but he had no idea what this meant. Could it be that Jeongin had something to hide? Was there something he wasn’t telling the group?

Without a second thought, Chan began to call the members together.

“Guys,” he said, his voice filled with concern as he gathered the others in the living room. “There’s something I need to ask.”

The other members looked up from their phones or their work, exchanging curious glances. Felix, who had been on his phone, was the first to respond.

“What is it, Hyung?”

“Did anyone—” Chan hesitated, trying to find the right words. “Did anyone happen to know if Jeongin’s clothes got mixed in with the laundry today?”

Minho, who had been the one to gather the clothes, blinked and shifted uncomfortably. “I… uh… yeah, I did the laundry today. I didn’t think anything of it.”

Chan nodded, still holding the items in his hands. “I found something in Jeongin’s clothes. These things…” He trailed off, glancing at the others.

Hyunjin leaned forward, his expression softening as he noticed the concern in Chan’s eyes. “What kind of things?”

“A bra… and some other feminine products.” Chan paused, unsure how to phrase the question without prying too much. “Do you think Jeongin…?”

The silence in the room grew heavier as the members exchanged glances. They all knew Jeongin had his moments of introversion, but none of them had ever thought much about it. They didn’t know about the deeper struggles Jeongin faced, the quiet battles he fought within himself.

Before anyone could respond, Changbin spoke up, his voice quieter than usual. “Maybe it’s something personal… we should wait until he’s back to talk about it. He’s on that trip with Yunho, right? Maybe it’s not something we need to discuss right now.”

The others nodded, agreeing to wait. Jeongin’s privacy, as Changbin pointed out, was important. No matter what they might suspect, the last thing they wanted to do was make him feel uncomfortable or exposed. And so, the conversation ended there, with each member carrying their own thoughts, wondering what they didn’t know about their friend.

A few days passed, and Jeongin returned from his trip with Yunho. He entered the dorm late in the evening, tired from the journey but happy to be back with his friends. As he walked into the living room, the others greeted him with smiles and casual banter, but Jeongin noticed the shift in the air—something was different. He could feel it.

Chan, always the leader, was the first to speak. “Welcome back, Jeongin. How was your trip?”

“It was good,” Jeongin said, forcing a smile. He knew that this wasn’t just about a simple welcome-home conversation. He could tell something was off.

Hyunjin, who had always been in tune with his emotions, gave Jeongin a pointed look. “Jeongin, is everything okay?” His voice was soft, almost as if he were asking a question without saying it outright.

Jeongin froze. He hadn’t expected it to come out like this. But then, his heart sank, and he knew he couldn’t hide it anymore.

“I… I’m sorry,” Jeongin whispered, his voice trembling slightly. “I didn’t mean for anyone to find out.”

The room went quiet.

Minho was the first to approach him, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Jeongin, you don’t have to apologize. You never have to hide anything from us. We’re your family.”

Jeongin looked up at the older members, his eyes welling with tears. “I didn’t want anyone to know. I’m… I’m trans. And I didn’t think I could share that with all of you.”

The words hung in the air for a moment before the other members rushed to his side, surrounding him with warm smiles and understanding.

“You don’t have to hide anything from us,” Changbin said gently, his voice filled with sincerity. “We’re all here for you. Always.”

Felix nodded, his eyes bright. “You’re our brother, Jeongin. Nothing changes that.”

Jeongin let out a shaky breath, feeling the weight on his shoulders begin to lift. The warmth from his members enveloped him, and for the first time in a long while, he felt truly seen. He wasn’t just the “maknae” or the cute, quiet one. He was Jeongin—whole, loved, and supported for who he was.

And that was more than enough.