a/n: Unedited because I don't have the time, energy, or patience for that, I'm currently editing three different essays already... Sorry about that. 

“We’re gonna do it,” Seokjin announced, consequences be damned, he mentally added with a twinge to his heart.  Five boys stared at him with wide eyes.

Furthest back in the connected rooms, Yoongi was sitting at the table in the kitchen, his posture slouched as he held his head in his hands. Namjoon was sitting on the table in a way that made Seokjin sure that the younger had been talking to the older. Hoseok was out on the balcony, and had left the door open, allowing the cold autumn air to bring a shiver to everyone’s spine. It was dark outside, Seokjin noticed. Jeongguk was sitting on the floor in the living room, his back against the couch and his hands folded in one of the proper manners, close to his body. Lastly, Seokjin could hear Jimin exiting his bedroom and padding over to him. At least, that’s how those positions had been. Now it was silent as five sets of eyes bore holes into Seokjin.

Silence ending in three…

Two…

“-but, Jin!” someone shouted. One.

“Nope,” he replied curtly. “Decision has been made.”

And that was that, he decided as he turned and went back to his room.

It was late, and the others apparently didn’t have the energy to go back to their respective dwellings, so they stayed at Seokjin’s. The boy didn’t mind, many of them did it often anyway.

After he had changed into nightclothes and removed his earring that night, he laid in bed, staring at the lights he had strung across his ceiling, and wondered what Taehyung was seeing at that moment.

Maybe he too was seeing lights.

Apparently, Taehyung never slept, because when Seokjin’s resolve ran out at about three in the morning and he yanked his computer out of its case and bluntly asked Taehyung if he would go to Japan to meet them, the reply of “YES!!!!!” was immediate.

Well, no going back now.

The next few days went by quickly. The group had to keep up with their normal appearances (paint the face, the fake s