• Red Sky in Morning

Captain Namjoon's cursed crew searches the Caribbean for a ship that can save them, and Namjoon's own men have more magic than they let on.

• One Minute English

Sometimes you don't need words to understand each other.

Or: Namjoon goes to Seoul and meets a handsome stranger.

• if it bleeds

If inventing a boyfriend was a bad idea, staging a breakup with said non-existent boyfriend was even worse. Thankfully, Namjoon finds a very open-minded young actor willing to help him with that.

(Namjoon wants to be seen as more than brains, and Taehyung is more than a pretty face. They see each other in the chaos they created.)

• strawberry flavored happiness

"You just keep coming up with new ways to make yourself miserable, don't you?" Taehyung says as he tugs at the wrapper of the lollipop in his hand.

"Something like that," Namjoon grins, dimples on full display.

• monsters

Monsters are even more scary when you've seen them afraid. (you cannot be allowed to live, knowing they are weak)

Kim Taehyung is a hitman. Kim Namjoon is a better hitman. Taehyung has always been drawn to things that scare him.

• Code of Conduct

Taehyung thinks Namjoon's a paragon of refinement and poise.

Until he gets him in his bed, that is.

• someone to stay

The first time Namjoon meets Taehyung, he decides he must be stuck up. All lanky limbs and teeth in that expensive red jacket worth too many meals for comfort. It's funny, he thinks, just how wrong first impressions can be.

• miracle of rare device

Namjoon is stuck in two dead-end jobs, and one of them is teaching night school to high school dropouts.

Taehyung is a new student.

• something tells me we'll be alright

“You’re absolutely right. This is a childish, petty feud, and I’m sure Kim Namjoon is an upstanding citizen and exceptional researcher. I’m sure he is a thousand times more of a professional than I am, and isn’t late to work all the time, and probably doesn’t occasionally sneak into the lab after hours so he can touch the pretty little vases with bare hands instead of using gloves –”

“Doesn’t what?”

“- it’s just that I don’t think I can work him. On, like, a moral level. Like an ethical one. An emotional one? Maybe even metaphysically?”

His supervisor sighs loudly. “So what’s the problem exactly?”

Taehyung scrambles for the first thing that comes to his mind. “Once, when we were at a mixer, he ate the last cranberry-chocolate chip muffin and didn’t even offer to split it.”

Six weeks in the desert at an archaeology dig sounds like everything Taehyung had ever dreamed of. Too bad Kim Namjoon's coming, too.

• it's gettin' hard (this holding back)

Namjoon is a yoga instructor. Taehyung is a horny disaster.

• spitting out random numbers

"You're related to the psychic?" Namjoon asks, but he doesn't listen for an answer. He's just seen a sign on an apartment door. It says "PSYCHIC READINGS," in big letters arched over a crude tracing of a hand. Beneath that it says, "Knock Three Times For The Mystic Professor V," and beneath that, there's an email address to write to for appointments.

Namjoon looks at the sign more closely. "Is that...finger paint?" he asks.