Namjoon was a young man with dorky glasses who worked as a band manager. Seokjin was a young man born into wealth who was a pianist. One day they stumbled upon each other. They grew to understand love comes in many forms. But the world of the '70s was not as forgiving. Martial Law was in place, strict curfews, and censorship held them back but they what if they were willing to go against it all to seek the one thing they had left in such a cold world, l

The northern tribe. They were everything everyone feared; wild, ferocious, unpredictable, and they did not care who they tore apart. This was everything of the northern tribe the eatern forrest tribe had been told since the day they had been born. Nevertheless, Jimin felt a tug on the inside of his chest. He wanted to see the world, not just the tribe he had grown up in. As much as he loved the ceremonies with the big

He looked around at the people in the crowded hallway.  Everyone was ignoring him; not even sparing him a glance, when they had been begging for him to as much to recognize their exisistence the other day. That's when he saw him, he was so close. It felt like he hadn't seen him in ages. A smile found it's way to his lips and he rarely smiled. With quick steps he hurried over towards the boy but stopped in his tracks. He wasn't alone, another boy had wrapped his arms around him in a backhug. H

This is a collection of small oneshots of Yoonmin fluff with the occasional divergence. Sometimes it will be including other ships