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!" 

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

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

It’s a clear Sunday morning and they’re all sitting together when Jongup drops the question.

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

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

He deserves to cry.

Green light hits the white covers and draws small patterns on Youngjae’s skin, and Daehyun breathes in and smiles. It feels like spring in his ribcage.

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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