I’m thinking of making a series for the members of Ateez, but I’m not sure how long they will be.
In my WIP’s, I have a SeonghwaxReader going on called “Demon for Hire”, and I’m not sure whether to turn that into a one-post sort of idea or not because it doesn’t seem right to be a one-post thing. However, I do want to write that sort of topic for all the members so it’s a tough decision.
Also, I’ve had the thought on my mind for around a week or two now, but I do want to write another series that would involve you following your dreams. For those who see this, could you give me what your dream is that you can’t follow because it won’t make you enough money and what you chose to pursue instead? If you want to throw in the idol of your choosing too from Ateez, that’s fine. I won’t be writing them all right now, but it’s good to have the idea first.
Summary: Just a lovely little afternoon bike ride with your denim-obsessed partner.
“Namjoon, I swear to God, if you don’t start biking a little faster I will run you over,” you huff.
You hear Namjoon chuckle from the bike right in front of you. “I’m just making sure you see all the sights, get all the pretty views, you know, that stuff.”
“Right, right, but do we need to go three miles per hour? I swear I will lose it.”
“Come on! We never get to do this kind of thing anymore, and we won’t be able to do it again any time soon because we’re going to be busy,” he pouts.
You might be on the bike behind him, but you can see the pouty face through the back of his beanie. “I know, I know.” You press the brake on your bike and look off to your left. It really was a beautiful view, and the guilt you had been shushing the whole ride finally tore through you. “I’m really sorry Namjoon,” you frown.
He glances back at you and halts his own bike. “Y/N? Is something wrong?” He walks his bike back towards you. “What’s troubling you?”
“I’m so sorry!” you apologize, reaching for his hands. “I’ve been nothing but a Debby downer and I- I don’t even know why!”
“Hey, hey,” Namjoon switches the grip up between your hands so he’s holding yours. While rubbing his thumb along your fingers, he says, “It’s alright! We’ve still got time and the rest of the day. Why don’t we go home and relax, hmm?”
You shake your head and look him in the eyes. “Namjoon, I’ll be damned if we go home now and do nothing. We will finish this bike ride, and we will enjoy it!”
Namjoon stares at you with a confused smile and nods his head. “Yeah, okay.” You both take off, finishing off the bike ride and returning the rented bikes. As you two walk away, Namjoon snatches up your hand and starts swinging your arms. “Did you have fun?”
“Even though I complained, I did have fun,” you chuckle. He laughs as well and it’s silence for a moment. You gaze over at him and ask, “Did you have fun?”
“Always when I’m with you,” he winks. You fake gag at the cheesy line as he bursts into laughter.
“I’m sorry again,” you say as his laugh was dying down.
For those who check out my masterlist, do you want me to post the two TBAs? Min Yongk, the other admin, will not be finishing them. They are both smuts of sorts, but very unfinished. One is about Jimin, and the other is about Jungkook. I personally am conflicted on posting them since I don’t want to post content like this anymore, however the Jungkook one is absolutely hilarious and the concept behind it had me cackling.
Again, they both are so unfinished that they don’t really go anywhere, but the fact that they both have been drafts for 3 years is just like- I can’t let them go. I don’t want them sitting as drafts, but I don’t want to post them, but I don’t want to delete them. Let me know your thoughts.
Summary: A late afternoon to spend lounging in bed with your cuddle... monster?
To your extreme distaste, you woke up at four in the afternoon. Granted, when you rolled over you saw Yoongi dead asleep beside you.
The boys had a raging party the previous night that just so happened to go on long after the designated time, and you didn’t particularly care that you came home late; you were plastered.
Yoongi had also gotten drunk, but not to the extreme levels you had. At the very least, you aren’t a light weight. It’s not a good thing you are able to handle large sums of alcohol because of obvious reasons, but you also aren’t a stupid drunk. You just vibe when you’re drunk; you don’t do anything stupid, you don’t go crazy, you aren’t stupidly horny, you’re just there.
Yoongi is a little bit of the opposite because he tends to get more energy, but nothing crazy either. Moving on though, you both went home late and that’s what matters.
You yawn and sit up in the bed while pondering the thought of taking a shower. You hear a slight groan come from behind you and you turn your head to see Yoongi pull the blanket up more over him. You check your phone one more time to see if getting up matters when out of no where arms shoot around your waist and pull you back.
You grunt softly in shock when Yoongi pulls you into his chest, sighing at the close contact. You just stare at him, wondering if he’s awake or asleep when he asks, “What time is it?”
“It’s four in the afternoon,” you reply. He nods his head, eyes still shut. “If you could release me, I want to go shower real quick.”
Yoongi cracks one eye open, staring at you. “No,” he replies, and proceeds to pull you even closer. In a short amount of time, he somehow got you re-submerged under the blankets and wrapped tightly in his embrace. “It’s too late to do anything; we should just stay in bed and relax.”
Although the idea of freshening up was still in your head, it managed to get overshadowed by the thought of being in his arms for the rest of the day. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
Summary: A harmless afternoon with your love in the kitchen.
“You put in too much butter,” Seokjin scolded as he looked into the bowl. You were trying to make a chocolate pound cake that your mom had sent you, but apparently you had “put in too much butter”.
You scowled, glaring at him. “Alright genius, you fix it.”
He gripped your shoulder and nudged you off to the side. “Step aside, rookie, let the professional through.” You just continued to glare at him as he proceeded to dump a little bit of the butter down the drain. He set the bowl back down and grabbed the whisk that you had set down. “All better!”
“You could’ve just told me to drain some of the butter.”
He sends you a smile. “Then I wouldn’t have had the chance to embarrass you, now would I?”
You rolled your eyes and threw your hands up. “I give up; I’ma go sit down.” You head out of the kitchen and sat on the sofa where Jungkook was furiously playing his game. “Hey, chewy.” Jungkook just sent you a quick glare which you reply with a wink.
“Why’re you out here?” Jungkook asked.
You groaned and curled up on the couch. “Jin is being rude.”
He rolled his eyes as he completed a mission. “Duh, it’s Jin; you have to be more specific.”
“He always complains about the little things and he doesn’t even let me fix them!” You complained.
Jungkook looked at you with a soft expression. “That sounds pretty deep, (Y/N).”
You just stared at him with a confused expression until you realized you never said anything about baking. “Oh! I meant he complains at the little things I mess up when we cook together, not- oh my god,” you smacked your forehead as you collapsed backwards into the cushions.
Jungkook let out a chuckle and turns back to the TV. “Women.”
You glared at him through the corner of your eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked accusingly.
His eyes widened when he realized what he said and paused his game, turning to you with his hands up. “I didn’t mean anything by it, (Y/N), I swear!”
You closed your eyes and continued to lean back. “Whatever, just play your game.”
He pouts but played his game as you just rested there.
***
Somebody shaking your shoulders made you wake up. Jin stood in front of you, his hands still on your shoulders as he looked into your eyes with a sorrowful look.
“What’s wrong?” You mumbled, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
“I’m so sorry (Y/N)! I know this was supposed to be a couple’s thing and I made you upset.” He moved his hands to your face and you placed your hands over his. By not feeling any food get on your face, you knew you had been asleep for quite a bit since Jin had time to clean up.
You stood up and embraced him, his arms wrapping around you as well. “I shouldn't have just given up and left you in there by yourself. I’m sorry for acting like a child for a bit.”
“It’s alright, just don’t let me push you out again.” He smiled down at you as you lifted her head up to look at him.
You chose to wear skimpy clothes tonight when visiting the boys at the dorm just to get your baby boy all riled up.
The moment you stepped inside his eyes were all over you, inspecting every detail of your body. From then on he took every opportunity he had to get his hands on you.
It wasn't until you sat on his lap to watch a movie that he finally snapped. Not more than half way through, he ground his hips into yours. Humping your ass like a dog in heat, he whimpered in your ear, "please mommy let me cum.
This is Kim Namhoo. I’ve been having a midlife crisis and decided to redownload Tumblr, and I did love writing one-shots on here. I will be posting the WIP’s we’ve had for the past 3 years, and I hope you find them slightly amusing. Min Yongk had some funny ones, but we just never got around to finish writing them or posting.
Idea: BTS competing on hell’s kitchen but Namjoon isnt allowed to translate anything so it just ends up being Gordan Ramsay angrily screaming in English and Seokjin yelling back equally angry in Korean
kim namjoon didn’t battle intense self loathe and anxiety growing up, give up so much for his music career and leave his bright future in education behind, for you to just ignore him and leave him out.
min yoongi didn’t go through clinical depression and social anxiety disorder, neglect his studies for music and get no support from anyone but still do music, for you to call him useless and lazy.
jung hoseok didn’t wake up early in the morning to skip school and go to dance practices to distract himself from his mental conflicts and work so hard to get recruited, for you to call him a sidekick.
kim seokjin didn’t leave an entire field of his potential acting career to give music a chance, work his brains out to practice singing because he was recruited when he had no background of music, for you to call him talentless or “only a visual”.
park jimin didn’t grow up comparing himself to others, work hard to maintain his grades at school and work harder to practice contemporary dancing, starve himself to be an idol and skip breaks to practice singing and dancing for you to call him “overrated”.
kim taehyung did not come to seoul wearing a fancy jacket his mom gave him so “the city boys wouldn’t judge him” because he came from a poor family, sit near trashcans as he watched the rest practice and vlog because he wasn’t revealed as a member, for you to say he’s “just weird” and isn’t talented.
jeon jungkook did not leave his family, friends, education and his entire childhood behind and come to seoul at the age of 13 to pursue music when he wasn’t even sure he could, grow up thinking he had to wear masks in front of people and battle social anxiety, for you to paint him in a bad light and call him rude when he really isn’t whatsoever, and call him overrated.
bts did not go through so fucking much, come from a small entertainment company where they trained and put everything on the line despite being told it was useless and they were nothing, look for people that would attend their concerts, give their everything to the army, make so many contributions towards, not only the music industry but also towards humanity and the youth of our generation, spread love and stand strong and handle all situations maturely and professionally despite all the unnecessary hate, criticism, death threats they had gotten, work their asses off, starve themselves and sacrifice their sleep to practice and maintain their personal lives and give back to their family, society and friends for you to say they are “just a group of good looking boys with a fandom of a bunch of crazy teenage girls” and for you to call them overhyped.
when reality is that they are one of the few artists who actually write about things people wouldn’t talk about but should talk about, produce and write their own music, help millions with their own lives and issues, spread so much love and encourage so much positivity that is needed in today’s world, teach life lessons no educational institution ever could, lessons that are engrained into our brain and soul, ones we’ll never forget, and have a fandom — a family, full of people of all ages and races and cultures and everyone leading a different life with a different story, that love and support these seven boys despite all odds and continue to spread the love furthermore.
