Taehyung and Hoseok were destined to be with each other, set in the stars before they were even born.

Yoongi felt like he waited for an eternity before Namjoon sighed and ordered Jimin to get back to the dorm if he was going to just stand there. He ran his fingers along the wilted corners of pages filled with nonsense lyrics and indecipherable scribbles. Yoongi liked to pretend that he didn’t feel disappointed. 

Seokjin hated being restricted from starting a family, but he loved Namjoon.

Calloused finger tips paired with a low voice laced with the rough drawl of a Daegu accent make Jimin feel at home.    Even in the heat of the summer Jimin was a warmth that was never overwhelming. 

The first time Hoseok had kissed him it was dusk.

Jongin, despite the underlying love of his independence, finds himself mouthing his soulmate’s name in the dark of the night.

When did Park Jimin become his entire world?

Seokjin’s words were soft and comforting, and Namjoon wanted to wrap himself in them.