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{ You and I, we’re born to fly— 

                                 because you see,                                                     even the brightest stars,                                                                        f a l l  from the sky. 

                                                                                            And we owe it to them,                                                                                                         at least to try }

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@94phoenix

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                                     “God, I can’t even look--I look like I have five chins                                       in that photo--please, please tell me you’re not going                                        to post that on twitter,” but even as she speaks, Namjoon                                       is laughing, cheeks burning as she curls into herself.

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happy munday :) <3

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@bokwoon

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                                     “First week’s always the worst, and then you just                                       get used to it, really,” Namjoon says, offering the other                                       a quaint little smile---eyes flickering over the courtyard. 

                       “It’s not so bad though---if I ever get too bored                           I just come out here and people watch---” 

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@bunnyjeonwoo 

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                           Jimin blinks twice and leans back, nose                             twitching as he tries to assess the situation---                           “Okay---that doesn’t look dangerous...”

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@ofsunsandstcrs

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                                 “Hey--look at me, it’s gonna be okay,”                                    Jimin cups the boy’s cheeks and shakes                                   him lightly, a light frown carved into his forehead                                   as he leans in close. 

                                                 “Think you an stand?” 

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@fluorvte

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                                        “My entire body feels like it’s decomposing....”                                           Namjoon coughs, wincing as the sound resounds                                           in his skull, “how hard did we even go last night?” 

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@kingxfmischief

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                                     “I think that’s a terrible idea and I love it.”                                        Jimin grins wide, eyes overbright with the                                        idea of the prank on her band members---                                      “How do you even come up with these?” 

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@gidxe

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                             “You don’t sound very convincing---why should I                                believe you?” Namjoon cocks her head to one side                                and tucks her fingers into her pockets, shoulders shrugging                                up in a classic defensive gesture. 

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@hycline

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                  “Smile for the camera!” Jimin grins wide and taps the capture                    button, one arm slung around the other’s shoulders, cheeks pressed                    together, “let’s see how it turned out!”                       

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                      Namjoon takes a breath that tastes like the night sky---                       and nods, choosing to ignore the sweat trickling down his                       forehead in tiny rivulets, beading at his chin in tiny, crystalline                       drops, paying homage to just how hard he was trying. 

                                It’s u n f a i r, he thinks as he makes the turn and struggles not to                                  wobble, panting as he says “One more time?”, that some people can                                 be so good at dancing, so good at coordinating their limbs in a way that                                 doesn’t cause physical pain to either them or the people watching, but                                 then again, life is fair---Namjoon makes the turn and sticks the landing                                 and fights the urge to whoop like a small child. 

                         If he were good at dancing too, he thinks, a grin spreading                          between his lips, eyes bright as he looks over at Jimin,                           he wouldn’t have made such close friends with Hoseok or Jimin                          who have both spent hours of their time helping him learn                           the steps-----

                                                “I’ll buy you lunch tomorrow,” he says, raising his                                                   hand up for a high-five. 

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He watched his hyung and a small laugh escaped his lips while doing so. He wasn’t laughing at him, but maybe the situation. He didn’t want to tease the other male too much, because he knew the other could be insecure about his dance moves. “Ah, hyung. You will. I’m sure you can do it!” He handed him a cold water bottle and patted his shoulder in a comforting way.

The life of an idol…. How many times they have stayed up to either practice or shoot a music video or have a schedule. He lost count by now. “At least you will know the steps by morning.” He said with a nod. He tried to give it all a positive spin. He was used to be up all night by now so he didn’t even feel he needed to sleep at the moment. After he drank half of his water bottle and wiped away most of his sweat  he stood up again. “Look at me, hyung! I will show you. So you kinda do the steps and THEN make the turn.” 

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                         Jimin grins, sheepish, shoulders shrugging up as he holds                          his stomach, eyes fixed on the twin glasses of water between                          them--he reaches out and takes a long sip if only to quiet                          his stomach, “Yeah... but I’m okay--we had a pretty big breakfast.” 

                                     He curls his fingers around the cup, feels the cold seep into his                                      skin, licking his lips before glancing back up at Niel----                                       “Let’s do it before the weather gets too cold.” 

        When he heard the male’s stomach growling Niel felt bad. He hated when it seemed like Jimin was starving for food. Shooting him a smile he reached before grabbing his hand with a smile. “You are hungry aren’t you?” He question as he shrugged with a smile. “We can do whatever you want i don’t mnd. A bike ride sounds nice though.”

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@xdcwncast

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                                         “It’s not that cold, you’re just being                                           d r a m a t i c,” Jimin says, rolling his                                           eyes with a laugh, “C’mon, the movie                                            is gonna start!” 

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                             If hearts could break more than once, Jimin is sure                              his would have broken five times over already, since the                              start of this conversation. It thumps and skips in his chest,                              jangling and coalescing as he watches Daniel’s face change,                              expression after expression playing across his features like                              stills from a movie people would love if they only gave it a                              fighting c h a n c e. Jimin wants to reach out and pull him in                              till neither of them had to think anymore--- 

                                            Instead, he smiles the way he knows will make Daniel smile--                                             big and bright and he laughs light and happy, winking as he                                              reaches forward to poke Daniel’s cheek, “Of course I’ll be here,                                             it’s not like I have anyone else to hang out with other than my                                             members and we know way��too much about each other already.” 

                                     He pauses, eyes trained on the dough between them,                                      probably over-kneaded by now, but that’s okay, because                                       this is okay--so long as they’ve got each other, it’s okay. 

                                                        “Lets get this ready to bake, hm?” 

                       Jimin leaves all the words stacked at the back of                        his throat just the way they are--quiet, untouched, unsaid.                         Because there is a time and a place for everything                         and this is neither the time, nor the place for any of it. 

Jimin’s fairly good at making him blush, Daniel decides then. He’s actually pretty sure the dollop of cookie dough that’s been placed on his nose is going to start baking with the intensity of the heat radiating from his cheeks. Still, he shakes his head, always sure to smile softy as he shies away from his best friend’s touch. “Think I’m done with that for a while— dating, I mean. I don’t want to do that again.” Pinching off a bit of dough and rolling it mindlessly with his fingers, he tries to disguise his voice as a happier, casual one, even if it’s the exact opposite of how he may want to act. But he’s made Jimin upset with this retelling, so he’s willing to fake it until he makes it for the sake of moving the fuck on so Jimin can be happy again. “At least we have each other though, right?” With his nose scrunching, he’s flashing Jimin the cheesiest smile he can manage— and it’s good. It’s honest, at least. “I mean, until you find somebody else to spend all your time with—” pausing as a dull hurt pangs in his chest, he plops the dough in his fingers onto the tray; this is not what he needs to be thinking of right now “—but at least I have you for the time being, right? I-I don’t know who else would want to make cookies with me, so it’d be nice if you could stick around a little longer.”

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                          Namjoon’s brain clicks into work mode and he parses out                           the distance between the top of that and the ground--quite                            f u c k i n g  high--and whether or not a body would reach                            terminal velocity if it were to fall from the top of that. To which                           the answer is: probably not but it would still hurt like a bitch. 

                                                 He blinks at looks back at Minhyuk, mouth opening to make some                                                  sound of disagreement, maybe even a protest, but it billows out                                                   in a breath of air, hapless as he watches him, smiling as he looks                                                  around for a ladder or some other means to scale this potentially                                                  precarious height--- 

                                    “Yeah, yep---I bet it is.” And, Namjoon smiles. 

Minhyuk smiles when Namjoon laughs like that. He always loves making other people laugh because he believed that laughter was the best medicine for any hurting heart. “You’ve gotten yourself into an adventure. That’s what you got yourself into,” he said with a confident nod. They would have fun tonight; Minhyuk would make sure of it. “Do you think we should try to climb up to the top of that?” he asked, pointing to a pretty run down shed-like building. He wondered what this place was before it became this. “I bet the view’s great from up there. Maybe there’s a ladder around here somewhere.”

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i will never tell you this  because we are already too far gone and anything we try from here  will only end up  wrong

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@fleuribs

Tae laughs until he realizes Jimin is being serious. “Oh, Jimin. You’re like a child. It’s adorable.” The younger boops the other’s nose with a wide grin and gets up so the line is within Jimin’s reach. “It doesn’t hurt as bad if you do it all at once,” he noted, folding his arms to observe.

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                                   Jimin’s eyes flicker between Tae and the solid white line                                    contemplating his choices, of which there were not many---                                     he gives Tae one more hesitant glance before leaning                                     forward, pausing over the line with the bill rolled up in his                                     hand. “Okay, so you just... breath in really hard, right?” 

                        Hovering over the table with the rolled up bill                          held up to his nose, Jimin feels like something of                         an idiot--because really how in the world could this                         be a good idea? He’s only ever heard of horror stories                         of lives ruined by drugs and yet here he was--- 

                                                “I’m not gonna get addicted, am I?”