After their escape from the facility they were held in for years, Baekhyun and Jongdae struggle to regroup with their friends, who are all scattered across the globe.

They adopted three times, and each and every time was its own different roller-coaster ride; but roller-coaster rides are fun as long as you have someone to hold on to.

It's become a game of sorts; Jongdae leads, and Baekhyun follows.

Junmyeon never really payed attention to the seasons, and it wasn’t his job anyway.

The door to the roof is already slammed open when Taehyung finally reaches it, a panting and sweaty mess of a human being. It’s windy and the sky’s a mix of pastel pink and baby blue bleeding into each other and Jungkook’s sitting with his back to the door, leaning against the wall with his knees pulled to his chest and his jet black hair shining in the slowly dimming light.

Daehyun doesn't feel like he's home- until Youngjae comes for a visit.

White. That's all that ever was.

"This is the last time I’m skipping biology for this," Taehyung whispers frantically, her hands busying themselves with trying to flatten down the many stray hairs in her short haircut.

jungkook collapses in chile. naturally, they worry.

They're seven guys living in the same house; Yoongi and Jungkook are just being practical, really.