• i will help you climb

namjoon punches seokjin in the face. twice.

• (thought you knew) you were in this song

Taehyung nearly chokes, but only nearly. Instead he raises an eyebrow and puts on the most suave smile he can manage. Hopes he looks far more collected than his for-some-reason racing heartbeat would let on, more suit-and-wine than elementary-schooler-with-a-new-crush. “You like me?”

Jeongguk blushes, and looks at his feet. He’s smiling. “Of course.”

“Really?” Taehyung says. “Like? Or like like?”

• dizzy on the comedown

“Are you pitying me?” Hoseok sputters out, his face heating up with annoyance. “You don’t even know me!”

“I think I know people enough to know a lonely face when I see one.” Hook, line, and sinker. He watches a myriad of emotions flicker across Hoseok’s face as he scoffs. Yoongi moves closer to him. “I’m not pitying you, I promise. I’m just saying that maybe I’m a little lonely too.”

(or: yoongi moves into his uncle's home and meets an awfully cute witch in the woods.)

• mr. presidents

min yoongi and jung hoseok; president and vice president (respectively) of the student body, captains of the basketball and dance teams, resident social butterflies, homecoming kings two years in a row, disgustingly in love long-term boyfriends, and head over heels for the new junior class representative.

• human

During the day, Yoongi works for the police as a forensic expert.

But when night falls, he becomes a nightmare.

A serial killer.

• the hotel with red brick walls

Hoseok has been afraid of leaving his apartment for the past seven years. Trying to help him, his sister finds him a job in a hotel in downtown Seoul. It takes him all of his willpower to go there and walk inside the hotel. What he discovers there through the weeks is not what he expected.

In this hotel with bright red brick walls, Hoseok might find the explanation to what happened to him seven years ago, and something (or someone) to help him overcome his fear.

• our eyes closed

The idea that the only way to love someone is to speak it into existence sets us up for failure. There is no "only" in love. There is no "only" in the definition of it we create for ourselves over our lifetimes. Love is a multitude, a singularity, a black hole inside your chest that eats you from the inside out. Love is in the moments before a hurricane, two souls whispering "I'm sorry for this, darling. I wish it could have been different." For Hoseok, the love is in the hesitation. For Yoongi, the love is in not putting the fucking gun down.

(Yoongi's been locked out of hell for a long time. Hoseok might be the key to getting him back in.)