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.

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

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

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

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.

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.

Yoongi likes cacti, so Jungkook gets him one.

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

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.

He knows he’ll be alright.  

Confetti falls down like rain and everything’s too bright and so incredibly loud for a change.

"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.

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.

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.

Time may be cruel to Jungkook, but love is being a to Taehyung.

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

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

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

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.

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

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

jungkook collapses in chile. naturally, they worry.

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

Junmyeon is spring. Wufan is autumn.

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.

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.)

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.  

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.