#channie you are pretty and if anyone is making you feel otherwise they need kicked

[fruityuncleskeletor]

I would not tell this to someone struggling so hard with self-image but, between us, to quote Vanessa from Deadpool, it's a face I'd gladly sit on. I can't help but suspect that this unsavoury conclusion Channie has reached and holds as fact is due to the baseless comparisons people around him, people he respects, keep making between him and other SKZ members or other idols. That's fucking rotten and only has one goal, to make him insecure and to clip his wings. Also, "face card" is not only what you make of it, but also at least 50% in the eye of the beholder. Last night my bestie sent me a tiktok that said some dude called Namjoon (I understand he's from BTS?) was voted most handsome man alive and the tiktoker in question was spazzing out over the fact that Henry Cavill came in 2nd in that chart. I'm sure BTS fans feel that chart is justified and Henry Cavill fans feel robbed. In the friendliest way possible, Chan, I am putting you over my knee and spanking your mind from your buttcheeks back up into your head. You're beautiful, you're hot, but you're oblivious to both and that's the only thing that needs some work.

[minjinlix-blog]

five times kissed (bang chan x reader)

➥ words: 3k ➥ genre: fluff, growing up au, slight friends-to-lovers au ➥ pairing: bang chan x reader ➥ summary: five times you kiss bang chan, and one time he kisses you. ➥ warning: alcohol & college frat parties

The first time you kiss Bang Chan, it’s an accident.

You are five years old, and happily drawing during recess break at your elementary school. Sitting on a bench outside, you stare out at the other kids in your class screaming and kicking soccer balls around.  As you look down to add the finishing touches to your drawing – a couple of stick figures – something comes zooming at you.

Before you know it, you’re flat on back, a large bruise starting to form on your forehead where the soccer ball hit you.

“I’m sorry!! It was an accident!” yells a voice from a boy who runs over at you.  Despite your dizziness, you recognize him as Chan, a boy in your class that you shared markers with one time, so you guess that means you were friends.

“Ow,” is all you say, gingerly touching your forehead and scalp.

“Let me help you up!!” Chan’s round eyes seem to be astronomically wide.  He eagerly jumps forward and grasps your arms in his hands, but as he jerks you upward off the ground, your momentum swings your entire body forward and your head slams into his, doubling your pain.  Your lips brush for the slightest instant before your teeth hit his and both of you fall down to the ground in a painful thud.

Immediately you start crying.

“Y/N! Y/N! Are you okay?” Chan yells at you in concern, shaking your arm.  You push him off, wailing.

“M-my mommy said that if I ever kissed a boy, I would get p-p-PREGNANT!”  The tears won’t start falling.  You think you’re going to collapse into a giant hole in the ground that your mommy called hell.

When you look blearily at Chan through your tears, you notice his scandalized expression.

“Does that mean that I’m going to get pregnant too?!”

The second time you kiss Bang Chan, it’s Woojin’s fault.

“C’mon, Y/N, you have to play Truth or Dare with us,” your best friend Woojin whines as he tugs on your sweater sleeve.

You scoff. “Since when did you ever want to play games like Truth or Dare?” You and Woojin had always been the odd ones out in your seventh grade homeroom class, choosing to clean bathrooms for detention instead of cleaning the classroom like the other students always chose, slacking off in P.E. class by shifting soccer balls between your feet instead of trying to kick them, bringing homemade kimchi and rice instead of getting food in the school cafeteria.  Honestly, you’re surprised that you and Woojin are even here at this party at all – it’s your classmate Yugyeom’s birthday, and he invited the entire class over for pizza and movies at his house.

“Please, Y/N?” Woojin gives you his best puppy eyes, and you already feel your willpower relenting.  Your eyes narrow at him.

“C’mon, you know I can’t say no to you when you give me that look,” you sigh as you plop down on the ground next to him.

“That’s why I give it to you,” Woojin responds cheekily, playfully nudging your shoulder before turning to the person next to him and starting a conversation.  As you look around the circle that’s been formed, you look at all the people you’re playing this juvenile game with.  There’s Chaeyeon, arguably the prettiest girl in the entire grade, sitting awfully close next to Mingyu, arguable the cutest guy in the entire grade.  The class president Jihyo and vice president Dokyeom flank the birthday boy Yugyeom.  And sitting on Woojin’s other side is Bang Chan.

“All right all right! Birthday boy gets to go first!” Jihyo exclaims, clapping her hands enthusiastically. “Yugyeommie, truth or dare?”

“Dare!”

“Okay, I dare you to pick up that gummy bear with your toes and EAT IT!”

You sigh.  This is going to be a long night.

A few rounds later, after Mingyu successfully burped the alphabet, he turns to Chan. “Channie, truth or dare?”

You look over at the pale boy, his hair falling in his face.  Since you and him became friends in elementary school, you had pretty much fallen out of contact with each other.  After first grade, he became friends with a kindergartener named Minho and as he got older, he made more younger friends that he liked to hang out with.  You didn’t know why it was so hard for him to be friends with people his own age, but he seemed happy with his friends.

“Truth,” Chan declares confidently. Mingyu’s eyebrows go up as his face twists into a devilish smirk.

“Have you ever had a crush on anyone in this room?”


At Mingyu’s words, Chan’s eyebrows flush pink.  He coughs a little.

“Uh…yes,” he says.

“Who?” Mingyu presses.

Chan shakes his head. “Nope, I answered your question already! I’m not saying who.” Chaeyeon’s and Jihyo’s eyes widen and they immediately begin whispering as Dokyeom and Yugyeom start laughing loudly. As the noise in the room gets louder, you feel slightly bad for Chan as he continues to stare resolutely at the wall, his cheeks still slightly flushed.

“O-okay!” you try to break through the noise, your voice coming out slightly higher pitched. “Should someone go next?” You catch Chan send you a slight relieved smile.

“Okay, it’s your turn, Y/N!” Chaeyeon exclaims. “Truth or dare?”

“Uh…dare?”


“I dare you to kiss Woojin!” Chaeyeon lets out a high-pitched squeal as her face erupts into a huge smile.

You mime puking. “Ew, I’m not going to do that! Woojin’s my best friend; he’s like my brother!”

“Yeah, and I’m not going to kiss Y/N.  That’s nasty,” Woojin’s face scrunches up.

“C’mon, it’s a dare,” Chaeyeon whines.

“Yeah! It’s a dare.  You can’t back out,” Dokyeom gives you a sharp look. “Or. Else.”

Your eyes widen slightly.  You really didn’t want to know what “Or. Else.” meant.  Scrunching up your face, you look at Woojin. ��What harm could a peck do?

“Okay, Woojin, no hard feelings.” You clap his back once and then close your eyes and start to lean in.

“Y-Y/N, what are you doing!!” you hear Woojin’s panicked voice say, but you keep leaning toward him, faster and faster, eyes still closed. Your lips touch something that feels like another pair of lips, albeit slightly cold. You keep your lips pressed together against them for a half-second, then pull back and open your eyes.

Chan’s eyes are staring straight into yours, wide and shocked.  

“Oh my god,” your mouth drops open and you turn to see Woojin curled up in fetal position on the ground.

“You little shit!” you yell at him, smacking his back.  “You ducked down so I wouldn’t kiss you! And I kissed Chan instead! What kind of best friend are you?!” Around you, Mingyu and Yugyeom are dying of laughter.

Your face is flushed.  You can’t look at Chan at all. You stand up.

“I quit this game!” You yell and stomp to the kitchen.  You don’t see Chan’s eyes following you as you leave, his cheeks equally flushed as yours.

The third time you kiss Bang Chan, it’s in front of five hundred people.

It’s hot. Your skirt itches. But you ignore all of that and stare into Chan’s eyes, your voice filled with emotion and longing.

“Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake,” your lines come out as strong and as smoothly as you had rehearsed, and your heartbeat starts to quicken as your hand laced in his grips slightly tighter.

Chan’s face moves closer to yours, hand cupping your face as he delivers his next line: “Then move not, while my prayer’s effect I take.” His lips fall upon yours, and you sigh into the kiss, hand fluttering over his shoulders.  For a second, the bright stage lights and itchy dress don’t bother you at all while Chan’s lips feel soft and pillowy against yours.  It isn’t until Chan’s hands drop down to cup your waist that you realize you’re on stage, performing in your high school’s edition of Romeo and Juliet, and that your parents are in the audience watching you.

Your face feels hot as you pull away for your next line. Focus, Y/N, you tell yourself. You’re on stage. You can see from Chan’s slightly glazed eyes that he needs the same reminder – he must be tired or something, you assume – and so you grab his hand and squeeze hard.

He snaps out of it immediately and you throw him a tiny encouraging smile as you deliver your next line.

Your lips are warm for the rest of the show.

The fourth time you kiss Bang Chan, you’re really drunk.

It’s the first weekend of your first year at college, and your roommate Mina had been raving all day about this frat called SKZ (Sigma Kappa Zeta? Or something like that?) that supposedly threw the best parties.

“It’s going to be so much fun, Y/N!” She gushes as she swipes generous amounts of eyeshadow over her eyelids.  You think she looks slightly raccoon-ish, but she’s still beautiful anyway.

Later as she leads you into a large white house with a nice wraparound porch and a not-so-nice dark interior with blaring music and blinding strobe lights, you immediately feel lost even as Mina’s small hand pulls against yours.  You’re not really the type to go to parties, much less frat parties – you cringe thinking about that one birthday party you went to in middle school all those years ago.

Mina hands you a red solo cup with clear liquid sloshing in it. You look up at her, eyes skeptical.

“What is this?” You shout in her ear over the music.

“Just drink it!” she yells back before downing her own cup and giggling.  You stare down at the liquid, then shut your eyes tight and empty your cup too.  It burns a little in your throat, but otherwise it tastes pretty good. Like juice, almost.

You look at Mina. “Can I get some more of this?”

Six shots later, your head is spinning a little, but you’ve found that moving around makes the dizziness subside, so you’re on the dance floor with Mina, laughing every time someone does a keg stand in the corner of the room. Suddenly Mina gasps.

“Oh my god, those guys are so cute!” she squeals in your ear, pointing at a group of guys near the doorway.  Blinking, you realize you recognize them all. 
“Wait, I think I know them!” you yell, giggling.  “We went to the same high school.” What were the odds that Mingyu, Yugyeom, and Bang Chan also went to your college? And showed up at the same frat party? 


“Oh my god, INTRODUCE ME!” Mina hits your arm. “Please be my wingwoman, please!”

Mina grabs your arm and pulls you closer and closer to the boys.  Chan sees you first, and when you lock eyes, his own widen.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?”

You smile sheepishly up at him and giggle. “Just havinggg fun!!!” you say loudly, swaying a little.  His eyes widen even more.

“Are you drunk?” His eyes look concerned.

“Not at all!” Mina interjects before batting her eyes at Mingyu. “Hi, I’m Mina, Y/N’s roommate!” Mingyu grins down at her.


You’re focused on Chan. “Y/N, I think I should take you home. What dorm are you in?”


“Uh…” Was it Jordan Hall? Or Jerry Hall? Why couldn’t you remember? Why was it even important that you remembered?

“It doesn’t matter!” You announce with conviction before grabbing Chan’s arm. “C’mon Chan, come dance with Mina and me!” But as soon as you start to move again, you start feeling queasy and sway again on your side.

Steady hands grab your arms. “Whoa there, Y/N,” Chan grunts as he pushes against your weight to position you upright again. “Okay, I’m taking you home.”

“You don’t even know where I live,” you whine. In response, Chan reaches around your body, plucks your lanyard from your back pocket and examines the keys on it.


“You’re in Cooper Hall, same dorm as me,” he says. “Let’s go.” And then he takes your hand and drags you out the door.

Your stomach gets queasier as the cool air hits you once you leave the house.

“Channie, how come I never knew you were going to the same university as me?” you ask as Chan leads you down the front porch steps and across the front lawn.

“I don’t know, Y/N, I guess you just never really paid much attention to me,” Chan mumbles, but you hear him anyway.

“That’s not true!” you gasp. “I li-” you cut yourself off. What in the world were you about to say? ‘I like you’? That wasn’t even true. Your tiny crush on Chan had ended after curtains closed that one performance of Romeo and Juliet in your junior year of high school. You and Chan hadn’t really spoken much since then, even though he had become good friends with Woojin because they liked this one same obscure singer. No. You didn’t like Chan. Not in that way! You stopped in your tracks, hand falling out of Chan’s.

“I don’t like you!” You shouted, staring furiously ahead at the night sky.  Chan looks incredibly confused and maybe a little hurt.

“What?” he asks, his hand retracting.

“Ugh, no! Maybe I do. I don’t know!” You grab your head. “I. JUST. WISH. THE WORLD. WOULD STOP. SPINNING!”

You plop down onto the sidewalk, still grabbing your head. “You’re not helping me either.” You mumble to the ground.

Chan sits down next to you. “What does that mean?”

“It means you and your stupid cute face have been tormenting me since we were five and now I find out that we’re spending the next four years together in this tiny college town at the same university and I just. Don’t. Know. What. To. Do.” You don’t even realize you’ve said that entire sentence in one breath until you realize you’re out of air at the end.  

“You know,” Chan says quietly.  “I’ve liked you for a long time.”

You lift your head out of your hands.  Chan’s face is really close to yours.  When did it get that close? “Really?” you breathe. Your head is still spinning. Is this even real?

Chan nods.

You lean in and your lips collide.

He tastes like mint and strawberries and as soon as you get one taste of him, you can’t get enough.  Your hands go around his shoulders, up his neck, fingers carding through his soft curly hair as the kiss gets deeper. Chan’s mouth is warm, so different from that embarrassing night in middle school.  His hand comes up to cup your cheek as his teeth lightly nibble on your bottom lip.

Suddenly, you push him away.

“Are you okay?” Chan asks with concern.

You throw up on the pavement.

The fifth time you kiss Bang Chan, you’re sweating.

Knock knock. Your heart thrums wildly against your chest as you rock back and forth on your heels, shoe box of new white and red Adidas Stan Smith sneakers, size eight and a half. Your eyes glance nervously between the unmoving door handle and the plain white paper door decoration with a weird fat snake-slash-snail looking drawing on it with “Chan” scrawled on top of it.

The door unswings, and you’re eye-to-eye with a very sleepy looking Chan, his curls haphazardly fluffed in the air – he clearly had just woken up.

As soon as he recognizes you, his eyes widen. “Y/N,” he breathes out, then coughs.  “Uh, what are you doing here?”

You duck your head and thrust the shoe box into his chest.  “I’m so sorry for what happened last night.  I didn’t mean to throw up on your shoes, I swear! Please forgive me!”

“Whoa whoa, it’s okay! I forgive you!” Chan takes the shoe box from your hands and awkward scratches his neck. “So, uh…you remember everything from last night?”

Your cheeks heat up a little, and you remember his confession: I’ve liked you for a long time.

“Can I come in?” you say instead of responding to his question.  Wordlessly, Chan steps aside to let you enter his room.  It’s a small single but about the same size as your own.  It looks like a typical college guy’s room, with dark sheets and headphones strewn across his desk.

“Wow, you even got me the right size. Is this why I saw Yugyeom digging around my shoes drawer last night when I got home?” Chan gives you a wry smile as he opens the shoe box.

“Yeah, as soon as you dropped me off I texted him to find out your shoe size,” you smiled sheepishly.  “I felt so bad!”

“You really didn’t have to do this for me though,” Chan argued, holding the shoe box out limply.  “Like really, this is too much. I’ve got to make it up to you.”

“No way,” you said, shaking your head vigorously.  “I was the one that threw up on your shoes!”

Chan splutters helplessly.  “W-well, at least let me take you out to lunch today or something.  Like a date,” he says the last part so quietly you almost miss it.

Almost. “A date?” you repeat, louder. A red flush creeps up Chan’s neck.

“Yeah, I mean…I like you,” he said.  “You remember that from last night, right?” He takes a step closer to you, and your mind goes blank.

“Y-yeah,” you stutter.  You’re positive your face is beet red too as you try to collect your thoughts in a coherent manner. “I-I mean, I…like you too. Like…since high school and we did the play. Or middle school, even.  I don’t even know…we’ve just known each other for so long that I—oh, fuck it.” You close the gap between you and grab Chan’s shirt with both of your fists, crashing your face into his. His lips are as smooth and soft as you remember, and though they’re frozen for the first half second, both you and him melt into each other a split second later, moving in sync. Chan’s arms wrap around your waist, and you want to stay like this forever, lips locked and body secure against his warm body, but of course your stomach betrays you.

A gurgle from your stomach breaks the two of you apart. Chan laughs and takes your hand, fingers lacing between yours.

“C’mon, let’s go get lunch,” he says, before leaning down and pressing a light kiss against your temple and then moving his lips closer to your ear.   

“And for the record, I’ve liked you ever since I hit you in the head with the soccer ball when we were five.”

His words make a jet of warmth surge up your body, and it feels like a promise of something hopeful.

[strayboys]

thank you for 1.5k!

who's the best fandom? sk tumblr!

honestly i'm just using this "milestone" as an excuse to ramble about my friends

we all know that i don't have actual talent to actually create something for this so...

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TO EVERYONE: we've grown so close in a small amount of time- here's to a bright future! remember to love you, the people around you, and of course, our silly nine boys.