Dumb And Ridiculous!

Dumb and Ridiculous! 

Pairing: Lee Know (Skz) x Reader (she/her pronouns) x Bang Chan (Skz)

Genre: College!AU / fake dating / (fr)enemies to lovers

Word Count: ~10k 

Caution! adult language, food mentions, some suggestive jokes here and there, Minho can be quite mean at parts, a lot of calling the reader dumb (affectionate). some 2nd lead syndrome. (please do not hate me for this)

Synopsis: Upon seeing you pining after Bang Chan, Minho takes the matters into his own hands. It’s simultaneously the best and worst decision he has ever made.

Note: this was written as a birthday gift for admin Cola on Nov 8. I finally edited it and am now uploading though hehe. much was added to the original version ;)

“You know, I’m sure just you staring at him from afar makes the whole difference,” Minho pointed out with a sarcastic roll of his eyes. He stole a fry off of Jeongin’s plate as though he couldn’t feel your glare on him.

You weren’t entirely sure why he was sitting at the same table as you anyway. You certainly hadn’t invited him and his snarky attitude.

“Let her be,” Hyunjin meekly defended, as though he was only doing it out of duty rather than his actual loyalty for you. “She’s in love. She can’t help it.”

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〄 〯 PAIRING. Ex-boyfriend! NonIdol!chenle × fem!reader (ft. Chenle nova namorada...) GENRE. Sligh angst REQUEST. No WARNINGS. Mention of food, sadness and slightly angst, I guess...

೫ [16:38 p.m]

Seeing him so far and so close at the same time was painful. It wasn't a planned date (actually it wasn't even a real date), it was like a sweet surprise, like those several he made during your relationship… a cute note left in the fridge, your favorite candy left for you, a voice message wishing good morning when both of you couldn't be together… There he was, Zhong Chenle was standing in a supermarket aisle analyzing some product you couldn't quite see which one. All he could see was his profile, but that sight alone was enough to know he was even more handsome, and that domestic sight made your heart pound.

Chenle's beauty was always obvious. Many of your friends used to compare him to Leonardo DiCaprio — not that he knows — but as the days went by, he seemed to become even more handsome, and even all that time away from him, you couldn't stop wondering if the beauty of Zhong continued to expand… and the answer is a big yes.

And there you were, watching him from afar, completely forgetting that you were in a public place and that you could be mistaken for a crazy stalker behind the cute guy, but you couldn't stop looking at him. Holding what you wanted to take, you considered going to talk to him, maybe he would be happy to see you too, maybe you could talk, maybe... And then in the blink of an eye, the sweet surprise turned to a bitter surprise, and your heart skipped a beat, in a different feeling.

While you pathetically admired Chenle from afar, a girl approached the boy and hugged his back. All you can do is stand still in your place, while a beautiful girl takes your favorite place in the world, and hugs him warmly in public, smiling, visibly happy, and in love.

Your memory traveled directly to the many times it was you in the brunette's shoes. There were countless times they had meetings in the market, especially when you had the crazy idea of ​​cooking together, even knowing from previous experiences that it would go terribly wrong. Someone finds something related to an inside joke and then laughing together, you unconsciously gravitate towards each other (a fact observed and commented on several times by your friends), and then Chenle draped his arms over your shoulders, pulling you closer to him, and hugged you. That was the way he used to say “I love you” to you, and you responded by squeezing him closer to you too.

But that's not you. It was, but not anymore. That's another pretty girl who hit the jackpot while you stood there watching them in their pathetic little world. That's when reality finally hits you, and the air goes out of your lungs, and you barely feel the can you were holding drop to the ground, making a huge bang. Wanting to hide more than anything, you reach down to pick up the same, and turn around completely ignoring the stares, and ignoring him on top of that. You don't know, but you expect your performance to be excellent when you get up “reading” the package label and going into the hallway but leaving it there, trying to get out without taking anything.

But with your desperation, and with only one goal in mind: to let him see her teary eyes and her regret at having let him go, she didn't see that the loud noise caught Chenle's attention, and once he recognized you, he couldn't control the euphoria that took over. What you also didn't know, is that even being with someone who cares for him and loves him, he can't respond in the same way, let alone in the same intensity. He knew that even trying to love her, the feeling would never be the same close to what he felt for you. And that's why even though you walk out of the market with nothing but aching memories, you don't see chenle running and screaming your name.

But he believes it's a sign. After all, he never forgot you, and the fact that what he was holding led him to memories (similar to the ones he had) of the two of you together and not five seconds later you show up, it couldn't be a coincidence, it couldn't be… it wasn't. And so, even though Kim Sunmi was calling him, even though he had to go home with her and not you today, he knew he couldn't let you go one more time. He wouldn't, and he won't, let you go one more time.

[Masterlist] • [NCT Dream Masterlist]

for someone who’s really cold and distant i think about love a lot

O escolhido

Pairing: Jaehyun!Candidato - Princesa!Leitora

Avisos: Nenhum (só cuidado, o Jaehyun é um galanteador aqui)

Resumo: Ter vários homens bonitos e inteligentes aos seus pés e te dando toda a atenção que pode pensar, pode ser para algumas, o melhor cenário possível. Mas para mim, está sendo um pesadelo. Todos possuem seus desejos, mas isso não quer dizer que seja o meu coração. Pelo menos, era isso que eu acreditava, até encontrar ele...

Acredito que ter milhares de homens perfeitos disputando para ter sua mão, ou no mínimo, um segundo de sua atenção pode ser tudo que muitas garotas desejam. Todos os rapazes bem arrojados, belos, com mil qualidades e um disponibilidade incrível para escutar. Porém não é o que quero agora.

Todas as refeições são pequenas guerras travadas entre eles, o que na maioria das vezes parece mais me cansar, do que aos envolvidos. Mamãe vive me incentivando a observa-los com mais carinho, porém eu não consigo. A seleção não é algo que me agrada.

Estava saindo do sala das mulheres, e indo em direção ao meu escritório, quando dois pretendentes me encurralam. Ambos começam a falar sobre o dia, e como gostariam de dividir-me enquanto andamos pelo jardim. Engulo meu comentários acido sobre não ser um pedaço de carne a ser compartilhado, e sorrio diplomaticamente me desculpando, e pedindo para que não me sigam. Mesmo com seus protestos, me deixaram seguir meu caminho.

Quando escuto seus sussurros conspiratórios para tentarem me fazer mudar de ideia, entro na biblioteca ao meu lado, e me tranco na mesma. O cômodo era enorme, e suas enormes prateleiras cobertas com exemplares dos meus favoritos. Mesmo sendo rapazes inteligentes, creio ter visto apenas um ou dois entrarem aqui, portanto sei que terei sossego.

Começo a caminhar por entre meus fieis companheiros quando vejo uma silhueta parada. Ele parecia concentrado, tentando decifrar algo. Me aproximo lentamente e ao mesmo tempo que tento ver o que tem em mãos, tento me recordar de seu nome.

-A...alq...o que é isso? -ele bufa frustrado.

-"O Alquimista". -revelo o nome do livro, me fazendo presente. Vejo o rapaz ficar com as orelhas vermelhas, e ficar sem jeito. Sorrio com sua atitude, e o comprimento. -É um excelente livro.

-Ah, majestade, eu...-o mesmo se curva em respeito e faço o mesmo em seguida, me aproximando alguns passos. - me perdoe, eu não...

-Se acalme! - acabo soltando uma leve risada, de seu nervosismo - a biblioteca é para todos, embora não acredite que todos os pretendentes saibam disso... - vejo o rapaz a minha frente concordar com a cabeça. -Então gosta de ler?

-Sim, majestade...lembrei de um livro, e resolvi vir procura-lo.

-Bom, por ser uma coleção particular, pode não ter alguns títulos...- observo as lombadas à minha frente. -Por que não me diz o nome, e o procuramos juntos?

Ao ver o sorriso do rapaz, sinto algo estranho. Uma certa euforia, por talvez ser a primeira conversa sensata que tenho depois que tudo começou. Escuto o que ele procura, e começou a andar, com ele ao meu lado.

-Desculpe perguntar, mas ainda são muitos rostos novos... qual seu nome? -Pergunto.

-É Jaehyun, majestade. Yoo Jaehyun. - o moreno parecia ganhar confiança a cada palavra.

-Por favor, apenas você. Estamos sozinhos. -Sorrio para ele que concorda. - casta dois?

-Sim...como sabe?

-Rosto adorável. -dou de ombros. Pondero algumas vezes sobre o que deveria lhe perguntar agora. Tenho uma lista de perguntas a fazer para os pretendentes, e assim já poder elimina-los o quanto antes. Porém alguma coisa nele me fazia querer saber mais dele, como pessoa.

-Imagino como deve ser exaustivo para você. -ele diz, me surpreendo. O olho, em busca de uma referência a sua fala - a seleção...é um evento para muitos de nós, mas não consigo imaginar para você.

-Ah, sim...digamos que não gosto da ideia de ter um reality show, para me forçar a escolher um marido. - faço uma careta o que o faz rir levemente.

- Sempre achei o programa injusto com vocês, e com os candidatos, -o tal Jaehyun da casta dois, começa a falar, e quando acho que vai continuar, ele desiste.

O instruo a entrar em um corredor com livros em coreano, e depois na sessão romance.

-Deve achar o que procura por aqui...-me viro de costas olhando alguns antigos nomes.

-Já achei o que queria. -ele me garante, e quando me viro, o pego me observando intensamente. -Achei assim que coloquei meus olhos aqui. -sua frase me fez ruborizar, e em seguida ele me estica o livro que tinha em mãos. Concordo com a cabeça, e me viro para pegar um livro qualquer. Tento controlar minha respiração e coração que aceleraram rapidamente. -Todos esses livros são seus?

-Eu divido o espaço com meus pais, mas grande parte da coleção é minha. -dou de ombros orgulhosa de mim mesma - Sobre o que o seu livro fala?

-Amor. Amor e todas as suas formas. -sua voz era calma, e sua feição era de quem acreditava fielmente nesse tal sentimento.

-Então o senhor é um romântico...acredita em destino, ou almas gêmeas?

-Sim, nos dois. -Quando percebo, paramos de andar e estamos apenas nos encarando enquanto conversamos. -acredito que não importa o que aconteça, você e sua alma gêmea estão ligados, e vão se encontrar e ficar juntos. Como deve ser.

-Akai Ito...-sussurro com sua proximação repentina. Desisto de tentar ler quem ele é, e de tentar entender por que não consigo agir com ele, como fui com todos os outros. - o que pretende, Jaehyun?

-Desculpa, acho que não entendi.

-Em cinco minutos de conversa com os pretendentes, já consigo traçar seus desejos...dinheiro, poder, uma vida de contos de fadas...mas não sei o que você quer. -Começo a despejar tudo em sua frente, enquanto ele me encara com um pequeno e desconcertante sorriso ao canto da boca - não me lembro de te ver disputando minha atenção nos jantares, ou em qualquer momento... o que quer aqui Jaehyun?

-Sempre esperei o momento certo. Esse foi o conselho da minha mãe... observar, e não invadir o seu espaço...e apesar de achar que a seleção é injusta, não me importaria de ter a oportunidade de passar um tempo com você, e de conhecer quem realmente é, - o observo dar um passo em minha direção e pegar minha mão. Ele sorri e olha bem fundo em meus olhos - mesmo que parta meu coração em pedacinhos, não me importaria de catar o cacos.

E no segundo seguinte, eu fiz algo que não fiz com ninguém a minha vida inteira. Me inclinei sobre seu corpo, e colo nossos lábios. Eu não sabia muito sore Jaehyun, mas soube que poderia me arriscar com ele, e talvez me entregar, pela primeira vez.

Pairing: Idol!Bambam x Female!reader

Warnings: content highly suggestive

Corset

  He was obsessed with your clothes. Being more specific, with those clothes on you body. When he first saw that black corset with slight red details on a manequim, BamBam didint thought twice before buy it for you, but for being honest with himself, he wasn't ready to see how it could actually look on you.

The way that it holded on your body, showing those curves that in a daily basis were hidding, and how those colors made you glow, it was simply driving him crazy.

— You okay? — your voice bring him back to reality, and his eyes left your hips to your face and he feels his Hart scape a beat. Your makeup made everything better, once the colors you choosed were a perfect match with your outfit. And for end him, your lips where with that lipstick you know he loves.

— I don't know, guess we should stay just to have s...- his words showed you whaylt was in his minds. Bambam left the bed where he was sitting, and he stopped in front of you. His hands pulled you buy your hips, making your body collide with his own. The perfume that left you made you even more sensual.

— I wish we could, — you made shore your voice it was at the same tone as his — but if we don't go, Jaebum-ssi will kill you.

— I can deal with that. Besides, if he had the most gorgeous and sensual girl in the world, he would do the same...- both of your faces were very close, and you appreciate the fact that your lipstick is the best one, because you know that in a matter of seconds bambam will definitely kiss you.

And he did. But different from what you thought it would be, he kiss you very gentle, moving one of his hands from your hips to your jaw, holding you in pace, and the another one on your hips, pulling you even closer. He took his sweat time on your moth, tasting how good you taste. Your hands find their place on his arms, once you try to hold yourself on him for not fall.

— I'm definitely using this every single day from now on. — you try to recover your heartbeat and breathing.

— You know I'm not complaining. — both you smile, but before he try to kiss you, and your night stays on your room, you speak:

— But now we should go, or I'm afraid the next time I'll use this corset it would be on your funeral. — You finally leave his arms, but bambam complains.

— Oh, c'mon babe, give me one good reason to don't stay in here. — you see his beautiful figure standing in the middle of the room without moving. You smile, putting your hand on your hips, and a Devil smile on your lips.

— If we go, and you behave well, I might let you take these off...— once your words leave your moth, he close his eyes, and bambam follow you through the hall, and you mutter a "good boy", that he responds with a groan and a low "don't tease".

[Masterlist] • [Got7 Masterlist]

Min Yoongi: the 'bad boy' type of boyfriend that makes everyone shiver in fear, but have a fucking soft spot over his s/o, and his s/o only.

That's it, I don't make the rules here

how can he look like a soft boyfriend and a dangerous lover at the same time? {cr. namuspromised}