serendipity.

↻ ┇ ❛ question sentence starters ❜ ; @consilian​ + jaehyun / accepting.

the hand that reaches to push through his hair is heavy, a hint of silver caught in the light, in his hair, banded around two of his fingers. he fixes jaehyun with a smile, close-lipped, amusement hidden in the corners, and finds himself wondering if it really matters, since he’s already here. 

“you did. remember?” months ago, in passing over the phone. he’d been in america at the time, homesickness fresh on his tongue with nowhere to let it loose. jaehyun hadn’t said much then. 

he’d always been the quieter of the two, anyway.

a laugh bubbles past his lips, but the sound is more subdued than usual. tastes a little off. the clock hanging overhead is a little off, too, ticks slow, so he counts each one between words. “or maybe someone in the company mentioned it.” one, two. pause. “it’s a free day, so i wanted to come.” six, seven.

( see how you were, is what he does not say, but it hangs in the air, regardless. ) 

eleven, twelve. pause.

↻ ┇ ❛ late night reflective asks ❜ ; @jenyxr / not accepting.

cosmos: what’s one thing you wish you could say to someone you are no longer friends with?

date: october 2017time: 11:20pmlocation: unspecified.

the phone is heavy in his palm, heavier than it’s ever been. there’s no real reason as to why he does it. maybe nostalgia is the sentiment of the day; maybe how it sits, cloying and bittersweet, on his tongue. or… maybe he’s just too sentimental. he doesn’t know. the words come anyway, and in his mind, they’re a little angry.

( a little lost. it’s only been a month. )

sms_#0006: [ unsent ] can we justsms_#0006: [ unsent ] do you know how sms_#0006: [ unsent ] you have no right to be angry at me

he blinks at the screen. counts four breaths and tries again.

sms_#0006: i have nothing to apologize for, but i’ll say that i’m sorry anyway. i’ll say it since you couldn’t. (11:31)sms_#0006: take care of yourself. (11:33)

Sending…

Not delivered.

galaxies: what are three things you want to do before you die?

answered here.

contemplation: if you could wake up one morning and everything in your life was perfect, what would that look like?

the sun is streaming in. it’s warm, makes him feel a little hazy, like he’s still dreaming. somewhere in the apartment, hoseok is laughing, raucous as always. the rest follow after, seokjin near yelling over the noise. distantly, jimin wonders why they haven’t tried to wake him yet, looks toward the door. frowns against the fondness when he hears another peal of laughter.

then he remembers namjoon saying that their schedules were going to run a little on the late side today, and presses his cheek against the softness of his pillow. he’s a creature of habit, usually tries to be one of the first to wake, despite having nothing to show for his troubles. that’s no longer an option, so he does away with his plan, reminds himself to breathe easy. ( it’s okay. )

↻ ┇ ❛ late night reflective asks ❜ ; @keybums / not accepting.

slumber: what’s one thing that helps you fall asleep when it feels impossible?

a scalding shower to wash away the day’s exhaustion. 

alternatively:

date: unspecified.time: unknown.location: ———

a warm voice; it wraps around him like the embrace he’s pulled into, like the smell of home. a good memory. they talk for only a little while, about things that lie somewhere between nothing, and everything. ( but it’s enough. )

he doesn’t notice he’s drifting until:

“sleep, jimin-ah.” 

and as much as he wants to argue, he can’t, because his eyes are closing and he’s yawning. he wouldn’t be able to get a word in edgewise anyway, even if he wanted to.

↻ ┇ ❛ late night reflective asks ❜ ; @sgeniuslab / not accepting.

galaxies: what are three things you want to do before you die?

date: december 2017time: 12:03amlocation: bts dorm.

“jimin-ah?” 

the tone he uses is serious. at least, too serious for the way he’d been acting a mere ten minutes ago, mouth wide and laughing as little paws skittered across the mattress. jimin had recorded the entire thing, unsteady with too much zoom, and he’s sure when it’s played back, it’ll show two rows of perfect teeth and a dark mass of puppy fur — all in high definition and to the soundtrack of his own quiet laughter. so, really, the sudden shift has jimin looking away from his phone immediately, fingers ring-free, pausing where they hover over the screen.

it’s only because there are few things that can make him sound like that, none of them good.

then again, he thinks as he watches his expression morph into something a little more thoughtful, he’d have listened anyway, no matter the occasion. he always only ever listens, both when he’s asked, and especially when he isn’t.

“what’s wrong?”

a beat of silence. jimin can hear someone cough as they pass down the hallway. his groupmate’s mouth falls open, a row of those straight teeth on display, edging the pink of his lips. have you done everything you want to do before you die? i mean, is this, mm, what you wanted?

jimin blinks. opens his mouth, closes it. if there was anything he’d been expecting, it wasn’t this, and he finds his hands itching to curl into the sky blue of the blanket, just for something to do. 

“no,” he says finally, when he can unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth. he’s certain, but it comes out more like a question than anything else. “i don’t think i could be happier with where we’re at.” and it’s true. he probably couldn’t. disbelief clouds his mind half of the time. still, there’s no question about it — he’s only twenty-three, and they’re still going. “there are other things i’d like to do before that happens. of course there are.”

things like own two more dogs, maybe a cat. definitely a cat, one with tricolored fur and green eyes. travel the world and perform in every country that they can, sell out entire arenas for bangtan’s tenth anniversary. finally get to visit new york. or fall in love. stay in love. it’s a little bit cliche, but everyone knows he’s somewhat of a romantic. maybe it’d be nice, having the type of love that makes your chest ache because your heart’s so full. having someone that drives you so crazy you can barely stand it. ( the thought should make him feel better than it actually does. )

his mind shutters. suddenly, he’s tired.

so he says none of these things out loud, simply hums and sinks further down into the mattress. laughs out an apology when he near flattens the puppy that’s taken up temporary residence against his side. the tail end of an unfinished conversation. 

( i don’t blame you. )

“you know what’s number one on that list?” he says, a bit too playful, a beat too late. there’s an impish smile working its way along his lips despite himself, because those eyes are looking at him like he’s about to divulge one of the world’s most coveted secrets. they’re so wide, so curious, that he almost feels bad he doesn’t actually give him what he’s asking for. “sleeping. we have early schedules tomorrow, hyung told us that earlier. don’t act like you don’t remember. now go to your own room. i’m keeping him with me.”

but only almost.

full moon: what type of person do you hope to be?

cosmos: what's one thing you wish you could say to someone you are no longer friends with?

galaxies: what are three things you want to do before you die?

waxing: what is your proudest accomplishment?

waning: what is your biggest regret?

full moon: what type of person do you hope to be?

contemplation: if you could wake up one morning and everything in your life was perfect, what would that look like?

night light: who/what makes you feel safe?

ponder: what do you want to do with your life?

sunset: who is someone you thought would be in your life forever, but you no longer talk to?

midnight: are you a different person late at night than in the early morning?

candle light: are you an indecisive person?

reflection: have you ever changed something you liked about yourself to satisfy someone else?

sweet dreams: are you happy?

nightmare: what are you most afraid of?

constellations: who is someone you could talk to for hours and never stop?

reminder: who is someone you will never forget?

11-11: what's something you want, but feel like you will never have?

shooting star: who is someone you trust to help you make the right decisions?

earth: where do you feel most at home?

soothe: what's one thing that always makes you feel better when you're upset?

↻ ┇ ❛ question sentence starters ❜ ; @sgeniuslab / accepting.

it’s 2am on a tuesday. 

scratch that, it’s 2am on an off day. bangtan has an entire week of no schedules; sejin hyung had been very clear on what they were supposed to use it for, quipped from the driver’s seat, after this, you’ll be so busy there won’t be time to breathe, much less rest. use it wisely. the other members, they’d heeded his warning without much complaint, for the most part. but in the five years that jimin’s known min yoongi, he’s never taken a break when he needed to, not really. instead, he’d spent all his free time cooped up in the studio. always had some deadline to meet, some beat stuck in his head that no one else could hear. too much to do.

tonight is no different. 

it’s still a touch too warm in the room. yoongi hasn’t said a word in what might be an hour or so, nothing new. and jimin’s still where 8pm found him: tucked away on a little black couch all too familiar, socked feet hanging over the edge — only his phone’s long been abandoned, and he feels light, balances precariously on the line between dreams and reality. 

the shift back isn’t gradual. in fact, it hits hard when yoongi calls out to him, voice rough, but soft — almost like breaking the surface when you’ve been under too long. with movements that feel too slow, too achy to be comfortable, he sits up and drags a palm flush against his eye, wonders if they’re leaving now, or—

❛ what do you think i should do? ❜

what?

jimin’s always prided himself on knowing how to speak, and when to do it. sometimes there are miscommunications, times where he lashes out ( too many ) — that can’t be avoided. he’s only human, after all, and as ashamed as he is of his temper, as often as he seems to regret, work harder to fix himself, that’s how humans work. they do things they’re not supposed to do, they say things they don’t mean. 

( or, say things they mean, but tastelessly. he’s plenty guilty of it. )

↻ ┇ ❛ question sentence starters ❜ ; @kkoobuk / accepting.

“and— wait, do you hear that?”

the words catch jimin off guard, and rightfully so — hansol had been in the middle of a story as they ate, an accompanying piece to some advice he’d given. (very graciously, too, jimin thinks. he’s surprised that they’re able to speak so freely with each other like this. surprised, but grateful, because there’s nothing like good food and good conversation. moving on.) 

now, it can’t be a break-in. security is tight, he remembers their ceo saying, no one will bother you. but the niggling thought won’t leave his mind, keeps his body tight as a bowstring. so he listens, just in case.

a beat. jimin doesn’t breathe. 

there’s nothing. 

he sighs, almost relieved, glances over at hansol. doubt now colours his tone, against his better judgement. “are you sure you heard something, hyung?” 

except, there is something, because no sooner had he spoken does he hear it: the sound of… nails, maybe, on wood. faint, but definitely there. and it’s almost comical, really, the slow way jimin’s expression contorts. he’s calm at first. a little spooked, but calm, thick brows furrowed as he listens harder, food long forgotten. but then the scratching grows louder, gets a bit more desperate, and maybe his eyes widen a little too much. he lowers his chopsticks from his slack mouth — which happens to be slicked in the silky red of 김치국물, spills right outside of the lines onto bare, tan skin. but it’s not the main matter of concern. after all, it’s their well-being on the line, or something.

( perhaps, internally, he’s being a bit dramatic, but you never know. it’s better safe than sorry. )