Daesung had never actively tried to hide it, but it had just never been brought up; hadn't realized that the others didn't know. Thank God Yongbae was the first to find out. 

Daesung had tried with nearly every company, but everytime it was the same thing: her face was too ugly. So, she had let the dream go and simply watched idols from afar, become a fan. And by far, her favourite idol was Taeyang. 

There are only so many words someone can use to express how much they love their significant other, only so many hours in the day to tell them that. The men of Bigbang are no different, lost for words when ever they see the women they love. 

Kyungsoo walked down the hallway, heels clicking on the sterile hallway. It was alpha shift on a Monday morning, meaning her turn to look after the eleven subjects of Ward Epsilon. Her inbox had been empty in her office, so she looked forward to getting to spend time with her charges on a more personal level. She would never admit it out loud (more for safety than lack of desire), but she adored them as if they were her own family, even the obnoxious box of noise which was Baekhyun.

It was Leo's birthday. Ravi had spent all of the previous day looking for the prettiest flowers, gotten up early that morning so he could look his best and had made sure he was the first in line at the coffee shop so he could get Leo's favourite morning treats.  Now, all that is left is the walk to the cemetery.

Hakyeon's omega status and his cursemark - his dark skin - seen him pushed to the edge of his village, alone and rejected. He grew up this way from the time his parents could leave him to his own devices, looking to distance themselves from their devilspawn, their bad omen. Having been at the mercy his vain village elders, he wasn't surprised when he was the only one who would take in the silver-haired stranger.

This whole collection, this little mismatched group of races, all began with Daesung. He was just good at collecting people.

Jungkook was staring down at his hands. "I was talking to him twenty minutes ago. Twenty minutes ago, he was smiling at us. They both were."

Wonshik is terrified. She's only been dating Taekwoon for just over a year and they screwed up already. She doesn't have any idea about how to tell him she's pregnant. 

The feelings of torture never undo, and one never forgets pain, especially when there was no lesson to be learned. Daesung hadn't been born in that facility, had smelt the humans' fear of him long before his capture. After his escape, he had tried so hard to keep his nature hidden, to lead a human existence. But Seungri - his lovely dongsaeng, his precious young one - had found the branding of the facility's serial number on his chest and it was hell from there. 

Jiyong was a , and that was something she could freely admit. Especially in their early days. She didn't know how Daesung had put up with her, let alone like her enough to become invested. She was just glad he did.

Your only saving grace had been that he didn't speak your native language. It had allowed you to limit his knowledge on what your family was saying, but he had eyes and ears and knew full well that the stares, jibberish comments and flippant ignorance weren't friendly. It didn't take him long to stop being hurt and start getting y. 

Taekwoon had never had problems with soulmates. She thought it was kind of nice to not have to worry about knowing whether or not there would be someone to love you unconditionally. She just wondered if such a thing was still possible when she had five marks on her body.

Taehyung watched Seokjin walk up to the statue. He watched him kiss the stone's lips, gently, as if afraid to break it. He thought there would be something bitter or empty that filled him, but there was nothing. He didn't feel a thing. His heart didn't even stutter in it's rhythm. He didn't know why it didn't hurt to see someone grant an inanimate angel what they wouldn't for a real one. His shoulders didn't even ache with the memory anymore. 

Daesung still dreams of ocean currents and distant ringing echoes of song. He stil dreams of the way the black sludge had closed his throat.

There was something wonderfully fulfilling about being with Daesung. Up on stage with him like this, Jiyong was sure that she had managed to find perfection.

Jungkook hadn't even done anything wrong this time. He hadn't responded to the man who had flirted with him, had kept his head down and hadn't strayed far enough to make the leash go taut, nor close enough to trip his master up. So, how then, he wound up getting a brutal beating in the alley beside the store he didn't know. All he knew was that the man with the pink hair that tenderly picked him up after, soothingly through his hair, was officially his favourite person to exist.

It was driving Seungri crazy. Daesung was an affectionate person by nature and had no issues with skinship, but surely even he should have noticed what Jiyong was doing. He didn't know if it had to do with being such a young Alpha having another, more confident Alpha play and tease with his Omega, but the possessiveness was slowly robbing him of all sense. 

"She's an android. She's just an android, Hongbin." Maybe if he kept repeating it, it would sound more true. "She's metal and hydrolics and microchips. You can't fall in love with a machine. And that's what she- she- That's what it is. It's a machine."

Should have been an alpha, born an omega. Missing nothing but the knot. Seungri had been suppressing since his first heat, living life as a beta, if unable to gain the status he should have had. But, perhaps, just maybe, he forgot to acknowledge that there was another omega in the group who didn't see his status as less than any other. 

Of them all - feeling all of their torment, agony, pain - Daesung hurt the most. There was nothing that could make Seunghyun more desperate than feeling the Siren's descent into hopelessness.