#changbin aesthetics

[rose0catcher]

🌹Shifter🌹

Bang Chan | Lee Know | Hyunjin | Han | Felix | Seungmin | I.N

[changbinismyhallucination]

changbin really is the most precious, genuine, amazing and humble human being ever.

WE LOVE YOU SEO CHANGBIN🩷 we all say in unison

[aestradairio]

ᘚㅤㅤㅤׁㅤㅤㅤׁㅤㅤㅤ𑂴ㅤtorn apart by the wolvesㅤ𑁍ㅤ۪ㅤㅤㅤ۪ㅤㅤㅤ᭡ㅤㅤᘚ

for @sugarish :3

[wihajoonsbitxh]

He's so cute

[crazynonsensicalbitchcore]

this video got me inexplicably hard (I am a human female)

[maxidentt]

͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𝖠 ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𝖳 ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏𝖤 ͏ ͏ ͏͏

͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𝖲𝖳𝖱𝖠𝖸 ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏𝖪𝖨𝖣𝖲.

[st4rlvr]

Christmas kisses || KSM

The air was thick with the familiar warmth of the holiday season. The smell of cinnamon and roasting vegetables wafted from the kitchen as soft Christmas music played in the background. Laughter echoed through the room, mingling with the sounds of Felix’s groans and Jeongin’s triumphant cheers as they raced each other in Mario Kart.

You sat tucked into the corner of Jeongin’s couch, a knitted blanket wrapped snugly around you as you cradled a steaming mug of hot chocolate. The whipped cream had melted into the drink, leaving a sweet foam that stuck to your lips when you sipped. Beside you, Seungmin was unusually quiet, his shoulder brushing against yours as he leaned back, one arm resting casually along the back of the couch.

It was your first Christmas together, and while Seungmin wasn’t the overly affectionate type—at least not when others were around—there was something undeniably soft about him tonight. Maybe it was the twinkling string lights reflecting in his eyes or the way the quiet hum of holiday joy seemed to settle into him like a second skin.

“You’re really bad at this, Felix,” Seungmin teased, watching as Jeongin claimed yet another first-place finish.

“I’m not bad! I just—my controller is broken,” Felix shot back, his brows furrowed and mouth in a pout.

“Sure,” Seungmin replied with a smirk. His hand found yours absentmindedly beneath the blanket, his thumb brushing over your knuckles with a tenderness that sent butterflies to your stomach.

You couldn’t help but glance at him, a small smile curling at your lips. He caught your gaze, his own softening just enough to make you wonder what was on his mind. Before you could ask, Seungmin leaned in slightly, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. It happened so quickly, so naturally, that you almost didn’t register it.

But then you froze. And so did he.

From the kitchen, you could hear the clatter of pots and the sound of Jeongin’s brothers laughing with their mom. Felix and Jeongin were still engrossed in their game, shouting something about banana peels and shells. No one had noticed.

Seungmin pulled back just slightly, the tips of his ears turning red. He blinked at you like he was only now realizing what he’d done, and for a moment, he looked as though he was about to pull away completely.

“You’re blushing,” you whispered, grinning at him as you tightened your hold on his hand.

“I am not,” he mumbled, clearing his throat, though the flush on his face gave him away.

“It’s okay,” you teased softly. “I liked it.”

He rolled his eyes, but the corner of his mouth lifted in that shy, boyish smile you loved. Seungmin didn’t let go of your hand. Instead, he adjusted the blanket, tucking it further around both of you like he was shielding you from the rest of the world.

Jeongin’s triumphant yell broke the moment. “First place again! Felix, you owe me hot chocolate.”

Felix groaned loudly, throwing his head back. “This is rigged. I’m taking your controller next time.”

Seungmin shook his head, his demeanor falling back into its usual calm composure as he chuckled under his breath. But when his fingers squeezed yours just a little tighter, you couldn’t help but look at him again.

Even if Seungmin wasn’t big on public affection, tonight felt like an exception—a secret shared between just the two of you, wrapped up in the quiet magic of the holidays.

And maybe that was what made this Christmas, your first Christmas together, so special.

Dinner was a warm, lively affair. Jeongin’s mom and brothers had outdone themselves—the table was filled with steaming dishes, from roasted vegetables to perfectly golden rolls. The smell of the feast alone could have been a Christmas miracle. The room was full of chatter and laughter, with Jeongin acting as the unofficial host, making sure everyone had enough food while Felix animatedly recounted a story from practice, using exaggerated gestures that made everyone laugh.

Seungmin sat beside you, subtly refilling your glass of water and quietly ensuring you had your favorite dishes without making a big deal of it. It was just him—thoughtful without needing recognition. Every so often, his hand would brush against yours under the table, and you’d exchange soft smiles.

By the time dinner was finished, everyone was full and content. Jeongin stood up dramatically, stretching his arms overhead. “That was amazing, Mom. I’m going to need a food coma nap.”

“Not so fast,” his mom replied with a teasing tone. “You and Seungmin are on clean-up duty.”

Jeongin groaned but didn’t fight it, waving Seungmin toward the kitchen. “Come on, loser. Let’s do this.”

Seungmin rolled his eyes and got up, trailing after Jeongin. Before he left, he shot you a quick look—just a small glance, but one that lingered longer than usual. You felt your cheeks heat up.

Felix flopped onto the couch beside you with an exaggerated sigh, resting his head on the back of the cushion. “Jeongin’s family is elite at Christmas dinners. I don’t think I can move for an hour.”

You laughed. “Agreed. I don’t think I’ve ever been so full.”

“Jeongin’s mom needs to write a cookbook,” Felix said, turning to you. “We need to make it happen.”

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Jeongin turned to Seungmin, who was drying dishes with practiced efficiency. Jeongin had a mischievous glint in his eye as he wiped a plate. “So…”

Seungmin didn’t look up. “So what?”

Jeongin grinned. “Don’t play dumb. I saw you kiss Y/N’s cheek earlier.”

The dish Seungmin was holding nearly slipped out of his hands, but he caught it just in time. “What?” he muttered, feigning innocence.

Jeongin leaned against the counter, grinning wider now that he had the upper hand. “You heard me. You kissed Y/N. Right there. On the cheek. In front of everyone.”

“No one saw that,” Seungmin replied quickly, his voice a little higher than usual.

“I did,” Jeongin sing-songed. “I knew it! Seungmin, the ice prince himself, getting all soft? I can’t believe my eyes.”

Seungmin turned sharply to glare at him, his face quickly turning red. “It’s not a big deal. Drop it.”

“Not a big deal? You’re blushing,” Jeongin teased, pointing at him. “Seungmin, you’re like a tomato right now.”

Seungmin shot him a look that could have frozen over an entire lake, but the effect was ruined by the unmistakable flush spreading to his ears. “Jeongin, I swear—”

“Relax, hyung,” Jeongin laughed, holding up his hands in surrender. “It’s cute. I didn’t think you had it in you.”

Seungmin groaned, focusing intensely on the dishes to avoid Jeongin’s smug grin. “You’re the worst.”

Back in the living room, you and Felix were mid-conversation when you heard Jeongin’s laugh echo from the kitchen. Felix paused, looking in that direction with a smirk. “Sounds like Jeongin’s stirring something up.”

You raised a brow. “Do I want to know?”

“Probably not,” Felix said with a chuckle. “But I’m guessing Seungmin’s on the receiving end. Jeongin’s like that. He loves messing with people he cares about.”

You smiled softly. “Seungmin can handle it.”

Felix tilted his head with a knowing look. “You guys are cute, you know that?”

You felt heat rush to your face. “I—Felix, stop.”

“What? It’s true!” Felix grinned, nudging your arm. “I’ve never seen Seungmin so… I don’t know, soft around someone. You’re good for him.”

Before you could respond, Jeongin appeared in the doorway, dramatically wiping his hands on a dish towel. “Felix, come on, you’re next to do dishes. I need someone to witness Seungmin’s embarrassment.”

Felix laughed and stood up. “I’ll be right back,” he told you before disappearing into the kitchen.

Not long after, Seungmin reappeared, his cheeks still faintly pink. He avoided Jeongin’s triumphant look as he crossed the room to sit back beside you on the couch. You smiled at him softly, noticing the way he let out a small sigh of relief now that the teasing was over.

“What was that about?” you asked playfully.

Seungmin shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “Jeongin thinks he’s funny.”

You bit back a laugh. “You’re still blushing, you know.”

He shot you a look, though there was no real edge to it—just a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Seungmin took your hand again, intertwining your fingers. This time, there was no hesitance, no second-guessing.

“You’re worth the embarrassment,” he said quietly, his voice just for you.

And that, more than anything, made your heart flutter.

[hyunjinsvoir]

ﾠﾠﾠ❀ﾠ ִ ࣪ ﾠა ა 〝ﾠ𝑝ɔ͜𝖾𝗆𝗌 ﾠ ִ ﾠ𔘓

ﾠﾠﾠ♪ ﾠ ִ ﾠ ◟ﾠ𝖺𝖻ɔ͜u𝗍ﾠ 𝑦𝗈𝗎 ﾠ ִ ﾠꮼ

𝓓on't 𝓡epost 𝓦ithout 𝓒redits ೀ ׅ ۫ . ㅇ

[lixies-favorite-cookie]

──── ୨୧ 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘 ᯓ★

🍪 — hii my babies!! thank you for checking out my writing! i hope you enjoy it and if you did, dont forget to send feedback!

✮ 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐞: ( ☕ ) angst , ( 🤎 ) fluff, ( 🧸 ) humor, ( 📜 ) suggestive ˎˊ˗

𝐎𝐓𝟖

SERIES

music to my eyes (collab w/ @sunnysdiary)

cookies just fucking write event in honor my writers block

cookies 1 year anniversary ask game (time capsule drabbles)

HEADCANNONS

small acts of love from skz 「🤎」

skz as red flags 「☕」

skz as forms of art 「🤎」

FAKE TEXTS

the boys find out you have a cold

pulling the "shes busy" prank

asking the boys "would you love me if I was a worm?"

silly little dad!skz fake texts

jealous!bestfreind!skz telling the reader to not go on her date ◦ hyung line

jealous!bestfreind!skz telling the reader to not go on her date ◦ maknae line

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍・방찬

ONE SHOTS

nothing here....yet

DRABBLES

not the plot ꒰ 400 words ꒱ 「🤎」 ↴

during one of your cuddle sessions with bangchan, you realize that your relationship shares an odd resemblance to twilight—without the entire plot, of course.

you'd never let me fall ꒰ 900 words ꒱ 「🤎」 ↴

bangchan who carries you home while your a little drunk and your feet a lot a bit hurt.

FAKE TEXTS

while you were looking at him, i was looking at you ꒰ mini-series ꒱ 「🤎, ☕」 ↴

❝ secrets i have held in my heart. are harder to hide than i thought. ❞

𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖・리노

ONE SHOTS

so fuckin' stubborn ꒰ 1.5k words ꒱ 「 📜 」 ↴

there were two things in the world that challenged your intellectual ability one: ap us history and two: lee minho. what are you going to do when he catches you cheating, and grabs your thigh, forcing you to give him the answers too.

DRABBLES

sfw alphabet with minho ꒰ 2.7k words ꒱ 「 🤎 」 ↴

FAKE TEXTS

minho gets jealous watching the reader hand her customers cash 「🧸」 ↴

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐍・창빈

ONE SHOTS

Nothing here...yet.

DRABBLES

Nothing here...yet.

FAKE TEXTS

🤎 asking out his gym crush

𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍・현진

ONE SHOTS

before and after ꒰ 1.4k words ꒱ 「🤎, ☕」 ↴

for months you have dealt with constant intrusive thoughts, wondering what life was like before your head was swarmed with anxiety—until one day, you wake up and it isn't your OCD that you remember—it's hyunjin. alternatively: you find hyunjin baking your favorite sweet treat and you fall even deeper in love with him.

DRABBLES

Nothing here...yet.

FAKE TEXTS

Nothing here...yet

𝐇𝐀𝐍・한

ONE SHOTS

doomsday ꒰ 1.4k words ꒱ 「🤎, ☕」 ↴

sometimes doomsday wasn't the crumbling of a city; doomsday was an apocalypse of the mind. or alternatively: han yells at you after a hard day and has a panic attack because you distance yourself.

so baby, hold my hand now. ꒰ 1.5k words ꒱ 「🤎, ☕, 📜」 ↴

you don't think jisung cares about you enough to tell your fans you're dating, fucking. he proves you wrong when he pulls you in on stage, and kisses you in front of everyone.

DRABBLES

midnight madness ꒰ 839 words ꒱ 「🤎」 ↴

you help han shave after a long day, leading to kisses and confessions.

FAKE TEXTS

accidental love confession 「🤎,🧸」

teasing a shy han untill he accidentally confesses 「🤎,🧸」

𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗・필릭스

ONE SHOTS

laughter like honey dribbles ꒰ 1.2k words ꒱ 「🤎, 🧸, 📜」 ↴

an inexperienced felix tries to impress you by forcing his voice deeper. what do you do when it cracks mid-through?

hang the moon ꒰ 4.5k words ꒱ 「🤎」 ↴

going through the ages of time with felix, from when you told him you were pregnant to seeing him braid your baby's hair.

don't cry over spilled milk ꒰ 1.6k words ꒱ 「🤎, ☕」 ↴

accidents happen is an easy thing to say when your daughter didn't just dump a cup of milk on your husband's new black carpet and all of a sudden— you can't breathe

pretty like poetry ꒰ 2.7k words ꒱ 「🤎, ☕」 ↴

felix always tended to hate the freckles that adorned his face, believing they were blemishes that deserved to be hidden under layers of foundation, but what will he do when you convince him that his freckles were pretty—pretty like poetry?

eat your words ꒰ 2.3k words ꒱ 「📜」 ↴

in a spiral of whiskey-induced stupidity, you claim felix couldn't dominate you even if he tried—oh, how he's going to make you eat your words. 

rewrite the ending ꒰ 1.6k words ꒱ 「🤎, ☕, 📜」 ↴

just once, let him rewrite the story; just once, he promises you will never have to watch the same ending again. ( reader with mommy issues let's felix poetically fuck the sadness out of her)

rewrite the ending in every lifetime ꒰ 8.1k words ꒱ 「🤎, ☕, 📜」 ↴

going through the ages of time with felix, no matter how many times your mother knocked you down, he was always there to pick you up—in every lifetime.

pink lemonade ꒰ 1.3k words ꒱ 「🤎」 ↴

felix had always dreamed of the day he could finally gather enough courage to kiss you. even in his wildest dreams, he never imagined it would be mid-sip of your pink lemonade.

DRABBLES

where the hell did you get that? ꒰ 898 words ꒱ 「🧸」 ↴

even after your bodyguard saved your life you insist that you don't need his help, maybe you feel a little different after he drops his weapon in the middle of a fight—and forces you to admit you need him.

you're like real?! ꒰ 723 words ꒱ 「🧸」 ↴

you never once thought you would meet lee felix, especially not while watching an edit of his abs

FAKE TEXTS

teasing a shy felix until he accidentally confesses 「🤎, 🧸」 ↴

silly little fake text scenario 「🤎,🧸」 ↴

𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍・승민

ONE SHOTS

Nothing here...yet.

DRABBLES

Nothing here...yet.

FAKE TEXTS

Nothing here...yet.

𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍 - 정인

ONE SHOTS

Nothing here...yet.

DRABBLES

Nothing here...yet.

FAKE TEXTS

Nothing here...yet.

[yunar1]

day 4# of making skz eras into themes!

day 4# - 合 (HOP) SOLOS

bangchan ~

_ _　　ˇ† hold on . . . ₀₀ 𓏼 𓈒

. ︵︵ .ᐟ tight 丶 𐑞

leeknow ~

﹙🎲﹚ 여긴 너와 나의 ⠀︵⠀⠀⊹⠀

✿　﹒　 youth

changbin ~

ㅤ⠀ ˚̣̣ ᵕ̣̣̣̣̣̣⠀⠀⠀⠀ultra⠀⠀⎯⎯⠀⠀( n . )⠀⠀⠀⠀† ꯭ ⎯⎯

hyunjin ~

˙ᘧ ͜ ˙ 현진𓏸 𓈒 life is so . 𝑔ℴℴ𝒹 ૈ 𓆪𓈒

han ~

˚ㅤ𝅄 нσℓ∂ му нαη∂ ησω 𝅄 𐚁̸ ࣪ㅤ𓈒

felix ~

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. . since 𝒾 met u. ⊹

⊹⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦⠀ᰋ.

seungmin ~

_ _ // ヤ . @ 🌺 ◟ ⨯

i.n ~

_ _　　ˇ† hallucination ₀₀ 𓏼 𓈒

[rose0catcher]

🌹Boyfriend🌹

Bang Chan | Lee Know | Hyunjin | Han | Felix | Seungmin | I.N

[chnsoiell]

Pela luz dos olhos teus.

[hanjiiscake]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⌒⁺.˳˳✧.⋅ॱ ᩙㅤstrawberry heart, chocolate skin 𖧧࣪ . ִֶָ๋° ೀྀ♡︭  ︭ ︭ 𓏸 𓂂𓈒♪

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤᰔᩚಎ the flavor lasts forever! ꪆᩘꪆ̶ ۫ ۪໒꒱᮫🍰⸝⸝｡ׂ✿

[aestradairio]

 ✿⃘ֹ  ့ ◌๋  Shoot down my goals one by one ✿ ˚ I snipe them ♥︎̼ ᭄᭡

[crisscreen]

.  ⋆ SKZ lockscreens ･˳ ⋆

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[st4rlvr]

MASTERPIECE ||BCN

PAIRING: chan x fem!reader

SUMMARY: it’s a late night in your apartment with your boyfriend making dinner everything feels right.

It was a sight I could never get tired of—him, in this quiet, domestic moment, humming softly under his breath. He didn’t know I was there yet, so I stayed silent for a moment, taking it all in. There was something so endearing about how concentrated he looked, brow furrowed slightly as he stirred the sauce.

“Are you just going to stand there, or are you planning to help?” His deep, playful voice broke through my thoughts. He still hadn’t turned around, but somehow, he always knew when I was nearby.

I smiled, stepping closer. “I’m not interrupting a masterpiece, am I?”

He turned his head slightly, the corner of his mouth quirking up in that familiar, boyish grin that always made my heart flutter. “Masterpiece, huh? Well, now you’re just trying to get on my good side.”

“I’m always on your good side,” I teased, slipping my arms around his waist from behind and resting my cheek against his back. He smelled warm and familiar, like home.

Chris chuckled softly and set the wooden spoon down before turning around to face me. His hands moved to rest gently on my hips, pulling me closer. “You’re not wrong,” he murmured, his voice softer now. His eyes searched mine for a moment, and then he leaned down, pressing a sweet, lingering kiss to my forehead.

I tilted my face up toward him, and he didn’t hesitate to kiss me again, this time on the lips—slow, warm, and filled with so much love it made my knees feel weak. When he pulled away, his hand came up to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against my skin.

“You’ve got sauce on your nose,” he said, a teasing glint in his eyes.

I blinked in confusion. “What? No, I don’t.”

“You do now,” he said, grinning mischievously as he tapped the tip of my nose with his finger, smudging a tiny bit of sauce onto it.

“Chris!” I laughed, swatting at his chest.

He laughed too, the sound warm and rich, and leaned down to kiss the tip of my nose. “There. All better.”

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t stop smiling. “You’re such a dork.”

“And you love it,” he said confidently, turning back to the stove to stir the sauce again. “Here,” he added, holding out the wooden spoon. “Taste this for me. Tell me if it’s missing anything.”

I took the spoon, our fingers brushing briefly. I tasted the sauce, and my eyes widened. “This is incredible, Chris. It’s perfect.”

“Yeah?” He glanced at me over his shoulder, his expression softening. “You’re just saying that to make me feel good.”

I shook my head, stepping closer to him again. “No, I mean it. You’re amazing.”

His lips curved into a shy smile, and he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. His hand lingered on my cheek, his thumb brushing over my skin in a way that made my heart ache with how much I loved him.

“You’re the amazing one,” he said quietly. “You’re the reason I do all this, you know.”

I felt my throat tighten at his words, and I stood on my tiptoes to kiss him again. This one was deeper, more tender, as if I could somehow pour all the love I felt for him into that one kiss.

The timer on the oven went off, breaking the moment, and Chris groaned, reluctantly pulling away. “Saved by the bell,” he muttered, grinning as he turned to pull the pasta out of the oven.

I watched him as he worked, the way he moved around the kitchen with ease, so comfortable and confident. This wasn’t just a meal—it was him showing me how much he cared in the way he knew best.

As he plated the food, I leaned against the counter, watching him with a smile. “You know,” I said softly, “you don’t have to do all this to make me happy. Just being with you is enough.”

Chris paused, his eyes meeting mine. He set down the plate and stepped closer, wrapping his arms around me. “I know,” he murmured. “But I like making you happy. You deserve the world, Y/N.”

My heart swelled, and I reached up to cup his face, running my fingers gently along his jawline. “I already have the world,” I said. “I have you.”

He leaned down, resting his forehead against mine, and we stayed like that for a moment, breathing each other in.

“Alright,” he said after a while, his voice light again. “Go set the table before the food gets cold, lazybones.”

I laughed and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before heading to the dining area. Moments like this were the ones I cherished most—quiet, simple, and full of love. As I set the table, I glanced back at him in the kitchen, his face lit with a soft smile as he carried the plates over.

This was home—him, me, and these little moments that meant everything.