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.

Because it’s all clearer now; he’s Zhang Yixing and Zhang Yixing means nothing without Kim Junmyeon next to him, nothing at all.

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

Yoongi likes cacti, so Jungkook gets him one.

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

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. 

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

Gezelligheid (Dutch) The coziness, warmth and comfort of being at home, or being together with friends or loved ones sharing time in a pleasant and nice atmosphere (n.)

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

Jongup splutters. “Shouldn’t you be following the instructions, dad?” He asks hesitantly, glancing at his twin. Junhong just looks horrified. "I don’t need them." "You’re not even using the hammer right!" 

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.

jungkook collapses in chile. naturally, they worry.

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

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

Jongdae smiles and tries to focus on breathing.

He knows it’s not much and there’s still a lot of work to be done, but at least they’re talking to him now, and he’s willing to accept it.

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

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.  

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

He knows he’ll be alright.  

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

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

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.

"Unique"; that’s exactly the word that fits Jang Hyunseung.

It was 2AM and rain was falling, but it’s alright, because he has someone to keep him warm.

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

Jongdae clings on to humor, because that’s all that he has left.