• a hollow tune

‘i’m gonna get you out of that shitty house,' namjoon tells him, 'and we’ll go on a bunch of stupid adventures together and i’ll rap and you can dance all you want, okay?’

‘that sounds nice, namjoon,’ hoseok says, voice soft and faraway.

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‘and then a few years later he went off without you, huh?’

‘yeah,’ namjoon says, there’s a lump in his throat, like the beginning stages of a bad cold. ‘without me.’

• Wonder.

Tipsy boys try to find their hotel room while Hoseok spouts an endless stream of terrible pick-up lines and Namjoon looks great in a suit. (Of course he does.)

• just a little longer

‘I see you’re branded now,’ Hoseok says, head cocking towards Namjoon’s neck. His face breaks into a sneer. ‘You’re so fucking cool.’

Jimin grabs onto his arm tugs him back, trying to keep him safe from the big scary gang kid. Everyone’s collectively holding their breath.

Hoseok doesn’t think anyone else in the room can see just how small Namjoon looks, in his stupid leather jacket, with the jagged lines of the gang’s scythe tattoo a stark contrast against his previously unblemished skin. He’s got a set to his jaw, and there’s a deep scar across his cheek that wasn’t there the last time Hoseok saw him. It’s the only thing about him that makes Hoseok want to flinch.

• the great shipwreck of life

‘Mhmm,’ Hope—what a stupid fucking name— says. ‘The whole solidarity thing. Must get boring.’ He takes a moment to cock his head back again, take in the surroundings with mild interest. ‘Your shit’s pretty chizz and these specs are unreal. Definitely worth coming back.’

‘Don’t fucking come back,' Namjoon snaps.

‘I think I will.’ Hope grins. ‘You’re my new hobby.’

• crossings, for you

Hoseok should be over Kim Namjoon by now; they haven't been together for years. All they ever did was break each other's hearts.

Then the stupid motherfucker decides to release a new album.

• blue night

Namjoon might be six years into an illustrious career with the NHL, but he's pretty sure Jung Hoseok's in a whole different league: four time Prix champion, silver medalist at Sochi just shy of 20, darling of the ISU. None of these things explain why he's under Namjoon right now though, their faces so close he could just lean down and kiss.

• Pull Me Under

It’s been two weeks. Hoseok has managed to survive two weeks of Kim Namjoon’s progressively darkening thighs and his cheek craters and his swooshy hair and that stupid laugh he does that makes him sound like a bleating sheep.

Yoongi looks over his shoulder. Stares. Slowly draws his gaze back to Hoseok. “Are we discussing the same man who tried to brush his teeth with sunscreen yesterday?”

“Ew, he did that?”

“Your voice says that’s disgusting but your face says you’re enamored.”

Hoseok presses his palms against his eyes until he sees colored spots. “Make it stop, hyung.”