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.

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

Junmyeon has never been more proud in his entire life.

 “I’m a freak, aren’t I,” Jungkook sobs suddenly, and Namjoon blinks in surprise.

The waves glimmered crystal blue and the air smelled of salt and oil. The seagulls cried above their heads, as if bidding them farewell.

A heart attack, Jongdae thought. A heart attack at such a young age.

Cicadas drone on and the air conditioning’s on full force, huffing through the vents in the walls like a careful whisper. 

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.

Gemes (Japanese) (n.) The anger one feels inside but cannot find a way to express it

White. That's all that ever was.