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Next on the agenda is trying to finish a Hanbin imagine and writing a Jongwoo imagine buuut I really liked the short-series format. And I wanna write for my small groups sooo.
The options are:
Seokjoon- 82major
Seongmo- 82major
Jaeyun- 8turn
Myungho- 8turn
Brian- Ampers&One
Jiho- Ampers&One
Hunter- Xikers
Junmin- Xikers
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ateez svt p1h etume nouera crossover fic
space pirates, emperors, heroes, delinquents, dimensional travellers and all
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The living room reeked of soju again.
Last night completely destroyed everything that remained intact in the room from his brother’s friends’ last visit. The TV was lying screen first on the floor, shards scattered like sand around it and on nearby furniture. The bookshelves were flipped over and soaking wet. What from? Yechan didn’t want to know. The blinds were torn clean off the windows, revealing the cracks that started forming and growing in the glass with each passing little party of his brothers’ crew. And in the middle of it all, face down into the couch, lay his brother.
Seeing his apartment like this always made him sick to his stomach. Not only did the older guys have absolutely no boundaries when it came to drinking, but they also had no remorse for their leader’s comfort of his home, which Yechan just happened to occupy too.
He would have gladly moved out years ago if Keeho hadn’t been keeping him on a leash.
Yechan grumbled under his breath, something about Keeho being an immature loser, and pulled up his backpack higher on his shoulder. Tempted to launch the basketball he was holding at his brother just to wake him the hell up, Yechan instead gave it a spin on his pointer finger and loudly announced: “I’m going out.”
Naturally, Keeho didn’t even so much as stir upon Yechan’s words, continuing to snore with his face buried into the alcohol-stained cushions. Yechan turned on his heel, considering repeating himself just to bug Keeho, but decided against it. The boy pulled on his sneakers and slipped out the entrance, leaving Keeho to face his hangover alone. As always. Yechan was tired of babysitting his older brother.
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“Eight : Two, in favour of Yechan and Seokjoon!” Seongil’s voice rang through the court as Yechan scored yet another two-pointer. The lights above the playground were already long the only thing that kept the teenagers from being consumed by the darkness of the night, illuminating the empty streets of the neighbourhood and the boys’ faces. Some ecstatic, and some fuming with resentment. Yechan circled the court in triumph, cheering as he ran laps around Dogyun, who’s given up at this point, and Seongmo, who looked like he might pounce at him if he got too close. Not that Seongmo’s round face scared Yechan even the slightest.
He ran into Seokjoon’s open arms and the two bounced like two excited little kids who were just told they were going to Disneyland.
“What a shot, man! You really live up to your expectations!” The younger clapped him on the back with painful exaggeration, making sure the words landed close to home for their one particular opponent, who had to be physically held back by his own teammate after the obvious jab.
Yechan’s lips twisted into a smug grin at seeing Seongmo’s inner turmoil, and quickly joined Seokjoon’s game of poking at the hot-head. “And you, great pass!” The boy returned Seokjoon’s earlier reassuring clap on his back, at which the bigger dude didn’t even flinch, completely missing Yechan’s intentions. “You’re not just good at bowling, but basketball too. Great to have you on my team!” The two snickered at their successful trolling, even if it was the corniest shit either of them has ever spewed, watching Seongmo rant Dogyun’s ears off about how obnoxious the both of them were as the youngest tried his best to calm him down.
“Thanks for dinner, Seongmo!” Seongbin announced himself from where he was watching the game play out next to Seongil on the bleachers. Him and Seongil were also enjoying seeing Seongmo this worked up, and both equally glad they weren’t on the court playing against him, or with him for that matter.
“Shut it!” Seongmo snapped back, breaking away from Dogyun and pacing up to Yechan’s and Seokjoon’s still intertwined forms like he was about to ground them till marriage. “It’s not over yet. You have two more shots to go.” He pressed two fingers against Yechan’s chest like a warning, one for each shot that kept them away from victory. Yechan suddenly felt a ruch of confidence and risked getting his head bit off. He reached out to Seongmo’s hand and folded one of his fingers quickly enough before the other zapped away.
“Or one.” He voiced casually, as if he’s been producing three-pointers throughout all 12 games they’ve played today and would easily do so again.
Seokjoon’s eyes doubled in size as excitement filled him once again. Seongmo’s expression just fell into a mocking one and he narrowed his eyes at the two idiots in front of him.
“Please, you’re not scoring a three-pointer.” Dogyun gave a dry laugh from behind Seongmo.
“Oh, we so are.” Seokjoon – already fired up – pulled away from Yechan and clapped, rubbing his hands in excitement.
“I believe in you, Seokjoon!” Seongbin called out from the bleachers in a high-pitched voice, kicking his feet and placing his hands around his mouth like a raging fanboy to amplify the sound even though the playground was completely empty and everyone could hear him just fine. Seokjoon in turn gave him his flashiest smirk and pointed at him as if he was trying to see a fan in a crowd, uncharacteristically dramatic and stupid-looking.
“I’ll score this one for you, baby!” He called back, and was immediately met with loud ‘ew’s and ‘ugh’s from the rest of the group. Lately Seongbin and Seokjoon have been spending too much time together, and honestly no one could tell if they were being disgusting just for the purpose of being disgusting, or if they were unanimously having a major identity crisis.
Seongbin’s flying kiss was also cut short by Seongil’s elbow in Seongbin’s ribs. The younger winced and was sent flying to the left before Seongil reached out and caught him. “You’re lucky no-one’s around to hear you.” The eldest grinned at Seongbin’s disapproving reaction and pitiful whine and turned back to the players. “Let’s wrap up this game, Seongbin’s getting tired.”
“You pushed m–” Seongbin tried to argue and quickly failed as Seongil’s strong arm wrapped around his head and his hand covered his mouth.
“Seokjoon, score those points and let’s go eat.”
“No faith in us, huh?” Dogyun chuckled as he lightly stretched before the last play, earning a threatening glare from Seongmo who was still set on winning.
“You, yes. But Seongmo lost my faith around four hours ago.”
“I don’t remember upgrading you to a sportscaster.” Seongmo huffed in annoyance from beside Yechan, who had just poked his tongue out at him and earned a kick to his knee.
“Considering the fact that you agreed for a bet without bringing your own money and in around 10 minutes you’re going to be asking to borrow from me again, I think I'm in the right position to be throwing shade at you, Mr. Opinionated.”
“Aww, now I feel bad about crushing you.” Seokjoon pretend-whined as Seongmo’s face got visibly redder.
“Just play.” Seongmo snapped again, but with less bite. Seongil got to him. Now scoring those last points will be a piece of cake.
Seongil announced the continuation of the game and both teams rushed at each other from their opposite sides of the court.
Seongmo led the ball all the way up to the middle of the court, passing it to Dogyun who had managed to get past Yechan’s defence, sending it flying over Seokjoon’s head. Dogyun got hold of the ball, but hadn’t been able to get very far with it, because Seokjoon immediately switched targets after Seongmo lost the ball and had intercepted when Yechan was distracting Dogyun from the side.
The youngest cursed when Seokjoon came out of nowhere and took the ball from him, immediately getting cultured by Seongil from the bleachers. Seongmo circled the whole commotion and appeared under the basket. Seokjoon only huffed in amusement from the useless defence tactic. If he really was aiming for a three-pointer, Seongmo’s ‘strategic’ positioning wouldn’t have stopped him no matter how hard the other tried. With Dogyun on his tail and Yechan right beside him, he dribbled right up to the edge of the third-pointer area. Yechan quickly understood the intent and leaped away from Seokjoon and Dogyun, taking his place on the far right of the edge of the area. Seongmo realised his mistake of getting too far ahead immediately and raced up to block Seokjoon’s pass to Yechan. He was miserably unsuccessful, having been pushed away by Yechan with such force that knocked him down to the ground.
“Foul!” He exclaimed as Yechan already took his shot, confidently aiming for a three-pointer just like he and Seokjoon had hoped for. As if on purpose, the ball goes in, and Seongmo is left demanding a penalty for Yechan from a referee that was clearly supposed to be on his side. All he got was a: “That was karma, Nam. Next time bring your wallet,” and a mocking pat on the back as Seongil got up and dusted himself off from the dirty as ever bleachers.
Basking in their own glory, Seokjoon and Yechan walked off the court with stupidly wide grins on their faces and continued throwing jabs at Seongmo’s ‘bark-no-bite’ attitude towards sports. Yechan kicked up his basketball and effortlessly caught it, at which Seongmo scoffed in annoyance and mumbled something about him being a showoff.
“Cheer up, you’ll get them in soccer.” Seongil draped a heavy arm over the sulking boy’s shoulder as the group finally shut the gate of the playground behind them. “…Or not.”
Seongmo punched an already laughing Seongil in the side, but that wasn’t enough to make the bigger guy flinch or pull away. The younger just silently accepted his fate and let Seongil lead him towards his growing pile of debt in the embodiment of late-night convenience store meals.
The other four stayed behind, catching their breath and fanning themselves with their shirts as Seongbin kept enunciating that he was glad he didn’t partake in their game. Though in all honesty it wasn’t his luck that kept him from playing. It was his skill, which was nonexistent. No one in their right mind would take Seongbin as their teammate in a physical game.
The group continued walking through the dark, narrow streets of the neighbourhood they all knew like the back of their hand. They could have been blindfolded and still find their way to the playground in the center of it all from any place in the area. That’s where the six of them had first met, and that’s where they spent the most of their time together, excluding the abandoned warehouse two blocks from here.
They roamed the streets like kings, regardless of what everyone besides them who lived in this neighbourhood said. The six boys realised their contribution to their local community, and that was enough.
They were just a minute away from the convenience store and in the middle of Dogyun’s rant about ridiculous school assignments when Seongil picked up on a conversation from a few metres away, something that was definitely meant for insiders only. He carefully shushed his group and motioned for them to continue walking as if nothing happened, curious to get at least a part of the conversation out.
“…What else do I have to do to make you come back?..” One of the voices, a low timbre, spoke with deliberate precision, each of his words sharp and pronounced.
“I’m not coming back. I told you I’ve found my place here.” Replied a stingier voice, higher and less accurate.
Seokjoon and Seongil exchanged excited glances as the younger caught up to Seongil and Seongmo in the front, both of them thinking they’ve stumbled upon a breakup scene. The two of them clutched at each other’s arms, with Seongil finally letting go of Seongmo, and giddly shushed each other, eager to hear more as they slowly walked past.
Yechan, on the other hand, was stunned. He knows that second voice all too well. It took him a second to continue walking with the guys and not lose them in the darkness of the neighbourhood, but his attention was fully on the second speaker in the secret conversation.
“We both know that that place was never something permanent. And now your little adventure has ended. It’s time for you three to come back home.” The lower voice continued, not at all suspecting six rebellious teenagers eavesdropping on him.
“And do what? Follow your precious captain’s orders like a puppet? Or his father’s? Or better yet, ours. Is he not driving you insane? Don’t you want to command your own life?” The higher voice replied, his tone gaining volume and sounds catching at his throat. This was not a breakup scene. This was an attempt to bring family home. Yechan’s breath shortened as the weight of this information dawned on him, while Seokjoon and Seongil just gave a little ‘tsk’ and let go of each other, letting the excitement fall behind them.
The group resumed their small talk, Dogyun with his homework again, Seongbin with what he was going to get at the convenience store, and Seokjoon and Seongil with what game they should play next to test Seongmo’s anger management — which naturally included Seongmo’s weak protests.
Yechan tried to drain out the noise from his friends, desperately wanting to still catch a part of the conversation happening off to the side. He wasn’t very successful, and was only able to get out the gist.
“How bad has … screwed you over for you … saying things like …? Is father driving me insane? … you serious?”
“Is … so unbelievable? You know … pressuring he is. Surely you must get tired of obeying him. Or … you just a lap dog for him like you are for your captain?”
“How dare you?! I’m his right hand.”
“Keep telling yourself that. He’s got you wrapped … his finger.”
Even with words missing, Yechan still made out an important factor from the strangers’ conversation. He had to make sure to ask his brother about this, or use it against him to get something else out. Either one would give the same results, but the latter would be more fun.
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you can also find me and this fic on ao3))
this is my first post btw, so I wouldn’t mind if you left a comment or smth💋💋
i would sell my soul for bleached eyebrows seongil to come back
82MAJOR(82메이저) W.T.F + TROPHY + Sign Remix Performance @ KMA 2026
I FOUND THIS ON PINTEREST WTF SEONGIL?? BIG BOI DAMNNNNNN
LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK HE HAD LIL BICEPS LAST YEAR AT WATER BOMB AND NOW LIKE THUNDER ASS BICEPS I WANNA CHEW ON THEM HEHHEEHH :3
world peace will happen once people start writing 82major fics
School starts next week for me #boutajumpoffthefuckingempirestatebuilding
Don't even know how I passed ✌️💔
