when namjoon and seokjin had finally decided to come out to the world, namjoon thought they’d have more peace, more room, more freedom in their lives to do as they pleased.

without having to hide under the covers of darkness just to hold hands in public.

without limiting themselves to the confines of their cars just to be able to date outside of their homes.

without having to maintain that polite gap of space that screams nothing but friends when all namjoon wants to do is grab seokjin by the face and latch their mouths together, and possibly never let go.

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jimin had always known he wanted to be in dauntless.

ever since he was a child, he just knew in his heart that this was the faction for him. everything about them, the fearlessness, the bravery, the carefree attitude in which they lived their lives had always drawn and captured jimin’s fascination.

watching them soar above the sky, leaping towards death with defiance and daring in their eyes.

at a very young age, jimin just knew.

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namjoon has always been a firm believer of hard swag and the gangster life. because he is hip hop, and hip hop has no room for such trivial matters that are anything less than grinding a bowl of metal nails with your bare teeth for breakfast, washed down with a side of hundred proof vodka.

because swag.

and swag is good.

that is, until namjoon is introduced to a little punk who goes by the name of park jimin, a boy who single-handedly manages to dismantle every principle, every conviction namjoon has ever held dear. breaking everything down from the very foundations until namjoon is left with nothing but a sense of confusion, of being swindled, because who the fuck does park jimin think he is?

park jimin and his complete lack of regard for personal space.

park jimin and his smile of a five year old child, but abs of a fucking body builder.

park jimin.

jimin.

what.

the.

actual.

fuck.

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jimin peers out over the rails, eyes plunging down the flat surface of the apartment facade as vertigo hits him hard and heavy. he relishes in the mind numbing dizziness, for once feeling like he’s able to somewhat escape the deafening roars of hurt and anger screaming in his head.

he knows he should just let it go, understands that they’re just words, nothing more. they are things he shouldn’t be taking to heart. because in the grand scheme of things, it’s not what those tiny little letters on the monitor spell out that defines who he is, but jimin himself who decides the kind of person he will become.

they’re just words.

a combination of consonants and vowels that holds no power over him in any way.

but jimin would be lying if he said it didn’t bother him in the slightest, if it doesn’t hurt him at all.

because it does.

it hurts alright, oh it hurts.

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“dear mister kim seokjin, this letter is to formally notify you that the university watch has placed you under academic probation due to failure to comply with…” seokjin’s voice fades out, dropping the very official looking sheet of paper with his univeristy insignia emblazoned at the top.

academic probation.

after all those hours of sleepless nights, tucked away in the remotest corner of the school library, buried up to his forehead in textbooks, and studying until his nose began to bleed from exhaustion?

what will his parents say?

seokjin stumbles toward the living room, flopping back on the couch as his knees give way to the numbing emptiness slowly seeping through his bones.

he’d tried so hard. really he did.

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daehyun likes to think that life is like a cup of coffee.

there are times when everything is just so hot and steamy, filled with love and passion that warms him up to the very core. and every morning he wakes up looking forward to a bright new day, knowing that everything is going to be perfect and great. because he has purpose, a reason to continue on regardless of all the trials and obstacles blocking his way, starting with that piping hot cup of joe just the way he likes it: two sugars, two creams.

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