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Se tem um adjetivo de definir seu dia, esse adjetivo seria: estranho. Mas não um estranho ruim quando na semana passada você acordou caindo de cama (literalmente) e acabou encarando seu teto a noite, do mesmo jeito que fez quando isso aconteceu, mas dessa vez imaginando como teve coragem de sair de casa naquele dia. Esse, é um estranho bom.

É um estranho em que você acorda incrivelmente animada em uma plena segunda feira, quando sua agenda está cheia. Um estranho em que você não consegue parar de cantarolar a música nova do seu grupo favorito (e consequentemente do seu namorado). Um dia estranho, que durante sua pausa do almoço, você tem tempo suficiente para poder comprar um café na sua cafeteria favorita e volta andando calmamente pelo sol quente no dia frio.

É um dia estranho em que você consegue ir visitar seu namorado no dormitório dele e do seu grupo.

- S/n noona, sua comida é incrível! - você sorri pelo elogio que sai da boca do maknae ainda cheia. Seungcheol da um tapa em seu braço pela ma educação, e você sorri agradecendo do mesmo modo.

- Foi assim que você conquistou o coração do nosso Minghao? - Jeonghan pergunta parecendo realmente curioso. Por um instante você para pra pensar e se dá conta de que nunca realmente falaram sobre isso com o grupo. Mas antes que consiga dizer algo, seu namorado passa a frente.

- Humilde da sua parte acreditar que ela quem teve que fazer alguma coisa.

- Então foi o hyung que teve que te conquistar?! - Hansol pareceu realmente chocado com a nova informação, e você sorri com sua feição.

É, foi definitivamente um dia estranho, mas um estranho bom. E ficou ainda melhor quando de noite você estava agarrada em seu namorado de baixo dos cobertores na noite fria. Ambos conversavam sobre o dia que tiveram, e você diz sobre sua teoria do dia estranhamente bom. Minghao te olha com seus olhos brilhantes e sorri brincando com seu cabelo:

- Bom, meu dia sempre é bom quando eu sei que vou te ver.

- Então você quer dizer que meu dia foi bom, por que eu sabia que ia te ver? - você pergunta sorrindo, não deixando de ser totalmente mentira. - seria isso então a magichao?

- Você disse isso mesmo?! - ambos começam a rir da brincadeira.

Mas é somente durante a noite, quando você acorda e olha pela janela, e vê: neve. A primeira neve do ano! Você se levanta esquecendo totalmente que Minghao dormia ao seu lado, o assustando quando o fez.

- O que aconteceu? - o moreno pergunta em uma mistura de confusão, curiosidade e preocupação.

- NEVE! - É tudo o que você responde antes de sair do quarto correndo escutando o rapaz chamar seu nome.

Do lado de fora, você sente os flocos de neve caindo ao seu redor e começa a rir com aquilo.

- Ya! Você quer morrer congelada? - Minghao indaga já atrás de você. Ele te cobre com uma blusa enorme e com pantufas, que você tinha esquecido. Logo todos os Seventeen se juntam a vocês e passam a brincar na neve, e a tirar fotos.

- É, aparentemente o motivo do meu dia bom, foi a primeira neve, e não você. - você resolve brincar com seu namorado que agora tinha suas mãos em sua cintura enquanto te abraça.

- Não, eu ainda acho que foi a minha mágica mesmo. - ele faz uma cara pensando e sorrindo com você - Por quemingha eu sei que a mágica do meu dia foi você. - e após dizer isso, Minghao te puxa para um beijo delicado e doce, que é quebrado apenas por que o rapaz foi atingido com uma bola de neve feita por Jihoon, que iniciou uma guerra de neve quase durante a noite toda.

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Eu gosto de admirar. Gosto de olhar as coisas ao meu redor e perceber pequenos detalhes que às vezes passam despercebidos, como o modo em que aquela cadeira está inclinada de mais para a direita, ou como há uma pequena falha no papel de parede que revela a tintura azul. Enquanto você gostava de tirar fotos. Elas eram o seu modo de admirar o mundo.

Mas o que você não sabe, é que eu admiro suas fotografias. Ou melhor ainda, admiro você enquanto as tira. Você nunca percebeu isso, mas você sempre para, admirando onde está e inclina sua cabeça antes de pegar seu celular ou sua máquina. E então você posiciona e finalmente tira a foto, e é extremamente adorável o suspiro que dá quando vê o resultado...se a foto foi tirada com o celular, o suspiro é levemente decepcionado pois segundo suas palavras "o celular não traz a veracidade da realidade" e se está com a máquina é mais contente, pois aparentemente ela faz o serviço que seu pequeno aparelho não faz.

Eu amo quando você me mostra o que fez com as fotos no "produto final" os tons amarelados no fundo, no canto ou em pequenos detalhes que geralmente, pessoas não percebem — mas que em algum momento de nossas conversas você me confessou que as coloca ali pois sabe que vou identificá-las. Eu amo ver essas fotos, pois percebo que você vê o mundo como um lugar feliz, um lugar alegre. Mas quando eu acredito que sei tudo sobre você, eu me vejo completamente enganada.

As fotos minhas que escondeu durante esse tempo todo, seus tons amarelados nelas, me mostram que você enxerga felicidade em mim também. E quando eu perguntei como tirou sem que eu soubesse, e o motivo ao qual o fez sua voz baixa me fez recordar do motivo ao qual eu mesma te observo tanto "Por que eu gosto de te admirar", e com a sua grafia perfeita em baixo da fotografia "Meu mundo é amarelo com você" eu me lembro que posso voltar pra casa e admirar a você e ao seu modo de observar o mundo.

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The chosen one

Pairing: Jaehyun!Candidate - Princess!Reader

Warnings: None (just beware, Jaehyun is a philanderer here)

Summary: Having lots of smart, handsome men at your feet and giving you all the attention you can think of might be the best possible scenario for some. But for me, it's been a nightmare. Everyone has their desires, but that doesn't mean it's my heart. At least, that's what I believed, until I found him...

I believe that having thousands of perfect men vying for your hand, or at the very least, a second of your attention, can be all that many girls want. All the guys are daring, beautiful, with a thousand qualities and an incredible willingness to listen. But that's not what I want right now.

All meals are little wars fought between them, which most of the time seems to tire me more than those involved. Mom keeps encouraging me to watch them with more affection, but I can't. Selection is not something I like.

I was leaving the ladies' room, and heading towards my office, when two suitors corner me. They both start talking about the day, and how they would like to share me as we walk through the garden. I swallow my acid comments about not being a piece of meat to share, and smile diplomatically apologetically, and ask them not to follow me. Even with their protests, they let me go my way.

When I hear their conspiratorial whispers trying to change my mind, I walk into the library beside me, and lock myself in it. The room was huge, and its huge shelves covered with copies of my favorites. Clever young men, though, I think I've only seen one or two come in here, so I know I'll be quiet.

I start to walk among my faithful companions when I see a standing silhouette. He looked focused, trying to decipher something. I approach slowly and as I try to see what's in my hands, I try to remember his name.

-A...Alqu...what is this? -he snorts in frustration.

-"The Alchemist". -I reveal the name of the book, making myself present. I see the boy get red ears, and be embarrassed. I smile at your attitude, and the length. -It's an excellent book.

-Ah, Your Majesty, I...-He bows in respect and I do the same then, approaching me a few steps. - forgive me, I don't...

-Calm down! - I end up letting out a slight laugh, from his nervousness - the library is for everyone, although I don't believe that all suitors know about it... - I see the boy in front of me nodding. -So you like to read?

-Yes, Your Majesty... I remembered a book, and I decided to come look for it.

-Well, as it's a private collection, it might not have some titles...- I observe the spines in front of me. -Why don't you tell me the name, and we'll look for it together?

Seeing the boy's smile, I feel something strange. A certain euphoria, for maybe it's the first sensible conversation I've had since it all started. I hear what he's looking for, and he started walking, with him beside me.

-Sorry to ask, but there are still a lot of new faces... what's your name? -I ask.

-It's Jaehyun, Your Majesty. Yoo Jaehyun. - the brunette seemed to gain confidence with every word.

-Please, just you. We are alone. -I smile at him who agrees. - caste two?

-Yes...how do you know?

-Lovely face. - I shrug. I took a time to ponder what I should ask you now. I have a list of questions to ask the suitors so I can eliminate them as soon as possible. But something about him made me want to know more about him as a person.

-I wonder how exhausting it must be for you. -He says, I'm surprised. The eye, looking for a reference to your speech - the selection... is an event for many of us, but I can't imagine it for you.

-Oh yes...let's say I'm not found the idea of ​​having a reality show, to force me to choose a husband. - I make a face which makes him laugh lightly.

- I always thought the program was unfair to you, and to the candidates, -this Jaehyun from caste two, starts talking, and when I think it's going to continue, he gives up. I instruct him to go into a hallway with books in Korean, and then into the romance session.

-You should find what you're looking for here...-I turn my back looking at some old names.

-I've already found what you wanted. -He assures me, and when I turn around, I catch him watching me intensely.

-I knew i have found ever since I've layed my eyes here. - His sentence made me blush, and then he hands me the book he had in his hands. I nod, and turn to pick up a random book. I try to control my breathing and heart which accelerated rapidly. -Are all these books yours?

-I share the space with my parents, but a large part of the collection is mine. - I shrug, proud of myself

- What does your book talk about?

-Love. Love and all its forms. - His voice was calm, and his face was that of someone who faithfully believed in that feeling.

-So you are a romantic...do you believe in fate, or soul mates?

-Yes, on both. -When I realize, we stopped walking and we're just staring at each other while we talk. -I believe that no matter what happens, you and your soul mate are bonded, and will meet and be together. How should be.

-Akai Ito...- I whisper with his sudden approach. I give up trying to read who he is, and trying to understand why I can't act with him like I was with everyone else. - What do you want, Jaehyun?

-Sorry, I don't think I understand.

-In five minutes of conversation with the suitors, I can already trace their desires...money, power, a fairy-tale life...but I don't know what you want. -I start pouring everything in front of him, while he stares at me with a small and disconcerting smile at the corner of his mouth - I don't remember seeing you vying for my attention at dinners, or anytime... what do you want here Jaehyun?

-I always waited for the right moment. That was my mom's advice... watch, not invade your space... and although I think the selection is unfair, I wouldn't mind having the opportunity to spend time with you, and get to know who you really are. - I watch him take a step towards me and take my hand. He smiles and looks deep into my eyes - even if it breaks my heart to little pieces, I wouldn't mind picking up the pieces.

And in the next second, I did something I haven't done with anyone in my entire life. I leaned over her body, and pressed our lips together. I didn't know much about Jaehyun, but I knew I could take a chance with him, and maybe give myself up, for the first time.

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I like to admire. I like looking at things around me and noticing small details that sometimes go unnoticed, like the way that chair is tilted too far to the right, or how there's a small flaw in the wallpaper that reveals the blue dye. While you enjoyed taking pictures. They were his way of admiring the world.

But what you don't know is that I admire your photographs. Or better yet, I admire you as you take them off. You never realized it, but you always stop, wonder where you are, and tilt your head before picking up your cell phone or your machine. And then you position and finally take the picture, and the sigh you give when you see the result is extremely adorable... if the picture was taken with the cell phone, the sigh is slightly disappointed because in your words "the cell phone doesn't bring veracity of reality" and if you have the machine, you are happier, because apparently it does the job that your little device does not.

I love it when you show me what you've done with the photos in the "finished product" the yellowish hues in the background, in the corner or in small details that people usually don't notice — but that at some point in our conversations you confessed to putting them on there because you know I'm going to identify them. I love seeing these photos because I realize that you see the world as a happy place, a joyful place. But when I believe I know everything about you, I find myself completely wrong.

The pictures of me that you hid all this time, their yellowish tones in them, show me that you see happiness in me too. And when I asked how you took it without my knowing it, and why you did it, your low voice reminded me of why I watch you so much myself "Because I like to admire you", and with your perfect spelling in under the photo "My world is yellow with you" I remember that I can go home and admire you and the way you look at the world.

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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".

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⸙🍵 WayV as selection candidates ⸙🍵

Helo! I decided to bring this Headcanon I wrote once to Twitter (that’s why it is quite small). Hope you like it!

“The Selection” is a series of books written by the wonderful Kiera Cass. It tells the story of a prince who needs a wife, and for that choice to be made, the royal family from the kingdom of Illéa, decide to do the contest called “The Selection” where he has a chance to meet 35 girls of different personalities, and their most diverse reasons for being in the castle. (The kingdom of Illéa is a future monarchy, located in the territory of the United States, and is a kingdom divided by castes*.

᪥ Quian Kun

𖤍 Caste 03 - Writer 𖤍

✏️ Calm and patient boy, always with a smile on his face;

✏️ Draws attention for his elegance and presence;

✏️ Waited for the right moment to approach the princess;

✏️ Even the queen have affection for him;

✏️ Datee in the library always with plenty of tea and bookings;

✏️ Likes the princess very much and dreams of a future with her.

᪥ Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul/ Ten

𖤍 Caste 05 - Dancer 𖤍

ૢ ་ Despite being of a low caste, he is always very polite;

ૢ ་ Slightly nervous at meals with the royal family.

ૢ ་ Whenever he was nervous, he smiled;

ૢ ་ Every smile he gave was a heart attack on all the ladies in the castle.

ૢ ་ Enchanted the princess with his light conversation, smiles, and good humor;

ૢ ་ Wanderer without realizing it;

ૢ ་ He doesnt think about having a real chance since he’s from a considerably low caste, but dreams of a parallel universe where he’s the chosen.

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