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.

My eyes open slowly the darkness fading out quickly, bright lights blind me immediately once they are cracked. Once they are fully open do I notice I have no idea where I am, or who I am for that matter? Everything felt so odd. What was going on? My whole body felt stiff. I sat up slowly not sure of how to do anything correctly. My legs felt like dead weight, it was so so odd.

Where "I know" is no pretense. "I understand" is not a false statement.   7 boys that miraculously survived a tragic plane crash came to live together under one roof after feeling out of place in the society where they are rejected and not being understood. Only the ones that walked the same path may understand each other, thus a journey of the group of 7 boys in finding hope and mending their broken heart, dreams, and life. 

  The smell of fuel leaking, mixed with the smell of blood and smoke, fills Jungkook’s nose. A car upside-down with dents all over its body. He’s dreaming again. It’s the same nightmare he had almost every night. Then he hears someone cries....

They were best friends, Jongdae and him. Despite their differing personalities, they were inseparable. Jongdae Kim, the epitome of childhood innocence and naivety, and Baekhyun Byun, the anchor and protector of the weak. Ever since childhood, Baekhyun protected Jongdae and that was that. AKA Taking protection to a whole other level. 

No matter how Kyungsoo resists, the feeling still creeps into him, every inch of him, inside out. He is creeping into every part of him, literally and figuratively. That he is yet to find out.