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

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

jungkook collapses in chile. naturally, they worry.

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

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.

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.

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.  

He knows he’ll be alright.  

He deserves to cry.

Junmyeon is spring. Wufan is autumn.

Junmyeon’s not really good with words, but he knows his lips finish his stories for him, and he knows that Yixing understands. He always does.

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.

Jongdae smiles and tries to focus on breathing.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zhang Yixing is made out of light and freedom and birds spreading their wings and flying away; it’s Junmyeon’s job to sit there and admire that about his husband, because he knows that he himself is made out of metal and salty ocean water, and those things are not even close to being as perfect as Zhang Yixing.

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.

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

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

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