[ironslung]

Bang Chan Doing That Move

[incorrectskzquotes]

Jisung: We got a big problem.

Felix: We should copyright that phase.

[secretlyseungminbiased]

If this ain’t me and @dwaekkistaykey

[typicalskz]

Minho: What are you supposed to do when you... like someone?

Chan: Well, normal people usually tell their crush that they like them

Minho: People actually confess their feelings?

Chan: Uh, yeah? What do you do?

Minho: I die? What kind of question is that

[tasteleeknow]

anxiety. hurt/comfort.

[ 11:11 ] "Are you listening?"

You blink slowly, pulling your attention from your peeling nail polish to your boyfriend. Minho looks at you from the couch, his head tilted a little as he waits for an answer.

"I can't," you say, your legs bouncing.

"Can't?"

"I can't listen right now. I'm sorry. I can't–"

"Hey," he interrupts, slapping his thighs in invitation. "C'mere."

You're quick to comply, practically leaping from your place at the dining table—leaving your untouched lunch behind. You settle yourself on his lap, wrapping your arms around him and finding the perfect crook to rest your head. He's warm.

He doesn't question you. He knows how to read you, read your ups and downs. He often spots your anxiety before you've even noticed your physical tells yourself. He takes your hand gently when you pick at your polish, wraps his fingers around your thighs when you bounce your knee, brushes your hair behind your shoulders and attempts to braid it when you fiddle with the strands a little too long. He knows.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, lips brushing against his neck. You can feel your eyes watering, all the emotion you've held back ready to burst forth now that you're surrounded by comfort—now that you're safe.

"You did well today," Minho says as his thumb slips just under the hem of your t-shirt, brushing your skin gently.

"I didn't do anything. I—"

"You're breathing," he says. "All you have to do is breathe."

[secretlyseungminbiased]

The way I don’t have my own MinHo to comfort me when I’m anxious is honestly a crime 😔😔

[incorrect-straykz]

jeongin: You have an impressive pain tolerance.

minho: Thanks, it's the trauma.

[lixie-phoria]

ੈ✩‧ 🎀🩰 ➛ chan thinks he's subtle as he pines over you

pairing : chan x gn reader

prompt : chan was hopeless when it came to flirting with you. his idea was to post on instagram and wait for you to like the picture and magically realize one day that you're just as much in love with him.

genre : fluff !

an : likes and reblogs are appreciated <3

felix is the first one to notice chan sitting by himself in one corner of their dressing room, brows furrowed and anxiously chewing at his lower lip.

"what's wrong, hyung?" he asks from across the room, successfully capturing everyone's attention.

"nothing." Chan tries to brush it off, but everybody notices the blush creeping up his cheeks.

han giggles, eyeing the phone their leader keeps checking every two minutes. everybody knew what had the idol in such a mood.

you probably hadn't liked the latest selfie he had posted.

Bang Chan was a producer, instrumentalist, singer, dancer, rapper, and leader of one of the biggest 4th gen kpop groups, but when it came to you, he couldn't help himself. the thought of maintaining eye contact with you for longer than a second, much less flirting with you, reduced him into a blushing-stuttering mess. hence, he resorted to the least noticeable option - posting semi thirst traps on their public instagram account, waiting for you to notice the post and like it.

"if you want them to see it, just send it to them." lee know teases.

"I am not waiting for y/n to like my post!"

"I never said I was talking about y/n."

That shuts chan up. he throws a hand over his face, groaning. "I can see that they're online. why wont they just like it?"

jeongin rolls his eyes, pulling out his own phone and sending you a message, which you read giggling.

[ innie ] hey, please do us all a favor and like chan hyung's latest post?

the next minute chan jumps up from his place, a wide smile pulling at his lips.

"They liked the post!"

jeongin really didn't have the heart to tell chan what he had to do.

©lixie-phoria, 2023.

[jizung]

LEE KNOW / ’FREEZE’ @ Golden Disc Awards 2023

[christakisbang]

my baby got his braces off teeeeeeeeeth

[seungs]

[hyunpic]

tumblr convicted him..

[felixethereal]

#STRAYKIDS <SKZ-REPLAY> FULL ENGLISH LYRICS

translations by hyunloversclub

[yonglixx]

Cosmopolitan Korea♥️

[secretlyseungminbiased]

Pretty pretty Lixxie 🥺

[lee-minhoe]

lee know workout // skz talker anaheim

[tasteleeknow-remade]

minho, baby bunny protector

[bangzchan]

don’t worry, it’s because the human heart is about the size of a fist

[sunnyville36]

@cb97percent

[bangzchan]

seungmin at 12:01am: interesting.

[secretlyseungminbiased]

JiSung’s hand traced softly along the side of his bed. He was struggling to keep his tears at bay. His head was pounding. His ears were ringing.

“Please no. Please not now,” he mumbled, letting his fingers trace over the screws holding his bed frame together, “breathe. Count to ten. Feel things in your hand…”

It was no use. The panic attack was coming whether he wanted it to or not.

To JiSung this was the worst kind. He wasn’t freaking out. The world wasn’t collapsing around him. It was squeezing him. He felt as if the whole world was pressing against his lungs. He couldn’t think straight. The world was blurring around him. All he could feel was the tightness in his chest.

JiSung tried hard to stay focused on the feeling of his fingers running over his bed frame. On the way his fluffy blanket felt against his skin. On the way he could faintly hear the younger boys playing games in the living room. But honestly all he could feel was the overwhelming need to shut down.

“Han-ah.” The only voice that had meaning to him right now. The one who always managed to save him.

MinHo let the door to JiSung’s room fall shut behind him as he made his way to the boy laying on the bed. He could tell from the way the younger’s hands were shaking and his position that the blonde haired boy was having a panic attack.

“Baby come here,” he whispered, kicking off his shoes and crawling under the covers next to his boyfriend, “it’s okay. I’m here for you.”

JiSung was instantly scooting into the arms of the older, his tears finally starting to fall.

“I- I thought you were working,” JiSung sobbed, hands shaking as he held onto his boyfriend.

“Han-ah you know I’d never leave you alone when you’re like this.”

“But the choreography-“

“Isn’t as important as you,” MinHo cut the younger off, beginning to gently run his fingers through the younger’s hair.

JiSung softly purred, snuggling further into MinHo’s chest. He could feel the younger finally starting to relax and stop shaking.

“Sing please.” MinHo smiled, starting to quietly sing the words to Sunshine.

He knew somewhere in the back of his mind that their manager, and Chan for that matter, wouldn’t be happy to hear that he’d blown off HyunJin and Felix and their dance practice to stay at home and yet he didn’t seem to care. As he listening to JiSung’s sniffles slowly stop and his breathing even out he knew nothing mattered to him more than the boy in his arms. Right now JiSung needed him. The whole world could wait.

[rachalixie]

cuddles with chan include him nuzzling his head into your neck, your back, your stomach, wherever he can find and reach to do it. his hair sticks up in little tufts five minutes in but he doesn’t care and neither do you because he looks freakin’ adorable like that. he switches between big spoon and little spoon quite often because, as much as his first instinct is to protect you from the outside world, he just wants to be small and taken care of sometimes. when he’s behind you, he has his big hands splayed over your stomach and his knees crooked into yours, legs tangled together. he hooks his chin over your shoulder to watch videos on your phone with you or to listen to your slow breathing when you’re asleep. when you’re behind him, he’s curled up into a little ball and you’re wrapped around him like a blanket, your face hidden in his broad back, just how he likes. those nights, you fall asleep and wake up splayed over each other in awkward angles, limbs all over the place and blanket on the floor. on rare occasions, he lays you right down on top of him and you’re moving up and down with his breaths because he wants to feel you everywhere. you can always smell his masculine yet sweet cologne from where it’s sunk into the skin of his neck and his wrists, and if you lay with him long enough your own clothes start to smell like him.

soft hours

felix cuddles

[secretlyseungminbiased]

This is so cute. I just want Chan cuddles now 🥺🥺