And the truth is that if he’d die tomorrow, he’d die without anyone knowing him, the real him, and that bothers him a little.

The first time it happens, it’s 3AM. The second time it happens, Taehyung has G-Dragon’s Who You bursting through his earphones. The third time it happens, Taehyung’s bed turns into the most comfortable place on Earth. The fourth time it happens, they both know it already. The fifth time doesn’t happen.

The morning of their twentieth anniversary is light and soft and it feels surreal when Youngjae opens his eyes.

"What," Daehyun starts as soon as he’s in front of his petrified son, his eyes menacing and his hands on his hips, "the hell happened?"

Kyungsoo swallows and makes a nervous gurgling sound in the back of his throat, knowing that it’s too late to try and hide everything now- Jongin’s eyes dart from his wrist to the blood drops and the razor on the floor and back to his wrist, over and over again, and then he talks.

He knows things aren’t quite back to normal yet and that they still have a long way to go, but if there’s one thing they’ve established is that Seokjin like-likes Jungkook, and that’s not gonna change any time soon.

It’s not until 11PM that Junmyeon notices that Yixing’s not there.

There are three things you should probably know about Yoo Youngjae: 1. He is prone to forgetting his keys inside his apartment, often choosing to stay at his (unbelievably stupid) best friends’, Moon Jongup, until the locksmith arrives to help . 2. He hates messes. 

In which Daehyun spends the entire night blogging and Youngjae is literally done with everything.

The door to room 269 is shoved open and Daehyun walks in, nearly sobbing at the sight in front of him.

Sometimes, you need to have someone with the ability to see things that you consider to be out of sight.

It feels like listening to the instrumental version of your favorite song for the first time and waiting for the lyrics to start, only they never do- that’s what it feels like. Falling in love, that is.

Junmyeon has never been more proud in his entire life.

It’s been six months since the apocalypse. Earth was withering and the skies frowned down at them; the wind wept and the seasons halted.

Raxeira (Galician) (n.) Line drawn by the sunlight on the floor as it filters through the window

It’s a clear Sunday morning and they’re all sitting together when Jongup drops the question.

A lot can happen in five days.

He deserves to cry.

Green light hits the white covers and draws small patterns on Youngjae’s skin, and Daehyun breathes in and smiles. It feels like spring in his ribcage.

This time, they both have stars in their eyes.

 The world is big and they still have time to conquer it, safely and step by step.

It’s not the first time this happens; anxiety attacks visited Youngjae once a month at least, and every time they did Daehyun did his best to help Youngjae fight through them, because he promised to stick to him in sickness and in health, and he’ll stay true to his word, goddammit.

Junmyeon is spring. Wufan is autumn.

He already knows that the only one who’s brave enough to deal with his mental breakdowns is Junmyeon and he whimpers and grabs the older’s hands in a death grip, feeling his entire body shaking. 

And for the first time in Kyungsoo's life, his wish doesn’t fade into thin air.

In which Jungkook is the king of hell, Taehyung is the Grim Reaper, Jimin gets a second chance and Namjoon is in charge of costumes.

Their friends are being picked off one by one, and danger looms over their heads. They have to get out, before it's too late.