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.

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.  

Daehyun is four. Youngjae is three. They both live in close, but not quite, neighborhoods in the outskirts of Seoul. The year is 1998, and their lives are about to change- probably for good- and it all starts when Daehyun hits Youngjae over the head with his lunchbox in preschool, and Youngjae starts to cry.

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.

A lot can happen in five days.

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.

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

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

jungkook collapses in chile. naturally, they worry.

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

Yoongi likes cacti, so Jungkook gets him one.

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

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

"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.

Daehyun has learnt from experience that Youngjae can be pretty frightful when truly mad, and he doesn’t want to awaken the beast. 

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

"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?"

He’s still struggling to realize that he’s a father now when they bring Yongguk home for the first time.

A fresh morning rises on New York, and they welcome it like the good old American boys they are.

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.

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.

Daehyun thinks that this is, by far, the happiest he’s ever been in his entire life.

"What I still don’t get is why they call it the birds and the bees," Jongup remarks lightly, and all hell breaks loose.

In which Hoseok may or may not be drugged, Taehyung likes to sit on top of fridges, Yoongi's mom makes the best food and Jungkook just wants to focus on his homework.

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. 

He deserves to cry.