Hoseok often claimed he didn’t know how it started, letting anyone who knew about it assume he was simply a sugar addict. Maybe he was addicted, just as addicted as the ill-tempered boy smoking his lungs black outside their motel room—Hoseok would never admit that, though. He wasn’t destructive like Yoongi, fire and smoke loving Yoongi. He just likes his chocolate, that’s all.

“So…where are we going now?” “Home.” “Where’s home for you guys?” “Wherever we want it to be.”   Or: AU where Namjoon doesn't know what to do after graduating, so he runs away with the weird hippie carnival kids, and they all go on a roadtrip through the (Nevada?) desert.

“Where is he, where's Yoongi!? Stop messing around with me, I just wanna see him!" "...Hoseok, I have no idea who you're talking about." Hoseok couldn't be any more content with his life: he had a great job, a great boyfriend, great friends. His family loved and accepted him. He had everything he could realistically want from his life.   ...Until he doesn't.  

“Jin-hyung, what if your ‘special soul-mate’ doesn’t like coffee?” Taehyung had asked teasingly, “what if they avoid coffee shops like the plague? How will you ever find him?” “Shut it, Tae, this guy—he’s the one! I’m sure of it! I can feel it in my heart!” “More like you feel it in your di—” “HUSH Jimin! No in the lobby!” Or, the one in which cafe worker Seokjin falls in love over an Americano and a 25 cent ti

Yoongi had been doing this dance for so long, he couldn’t remember what his mortal life had been like. He couldn’t even remember why he of all people had been chosen to live this damned curse of a ‘life’, sitting around and waiting, dealing with ungrateful and demanding mortals, hating them more and more each day. He eventually got more creative with his deals; if they were going to make his life difficult, then he would do the same for them.   ...That is, until Yoongi gets a