Yoongi the almighty famous hairstylist lazying around and a blur sheep named Jungkook stumbling in his shop. 

It was 12 AM. It was their last trip. Everyone was drunk. And for the last time, Namjoon will let Jungkook know.             

Then let them hate you then. Freedom is more important.

All you need is five sentences.

"Hugging is so nice.You get to see how frail he is instead of his strong appearance when facing the world.  When the pull you deeply in for an embrace, when they lay their head on your shoulder, when you can spell your lover's scent; it's wonderful. It's as if he knows that he doesn't need to pretend in front of you, since he knows that you won't exchange his true self for the world." - Anon

Leaving a puppy to deal with a person's birthday is not the best choice. Especially when he's only pocket-sized.

  The room looked the same. The food you ate was still here, the rose you plucked and left in the glass was still here, the book you were reading was still here, everything was still here.

We don't know each other.

Cakes are for the children...right?

I don't really know why we call each other that. But I guess it's all we have left, so:   "hey, egg kookie" "sup, egg joonie"

Hoya's gone. Dongwoo's left.

  Death shall be the borderline for you and me now.

It was the fault we never realized.

Because Taehyung is always waiting for his Earth to come back; and the Moon always needed Jimin.