#p;pm

     there’s an obvious treshold to one’s tolerance, and jisoo’s reached its right now.

     so, first thing’s first: being a gamer herself (although she doesn’t have that much time to play anymore), she knows how easy it is to be so involved in gaming that you don’t even notice time’s passing and you end up in front of your computer until 2 or 3am, or even longer. she knows the feeling. she also knows what it’s like when you’re gaming with people from different time zones and you have to deliberately stay up late in order to be able to queue together.

     however, this does not mean you need to mic with them at 3 fucking am, especially not in the way this neighbor of hers is doing right now: loudly, shamelessly yelling, huge laughters. if this was the first time, she would be tolerant. but he’s been doing this for a week now, and jisoo’s tired of not being able to have her beauty sleep because some asshole decides to game hella loudly in the middle of the night.

{ thexsirensxcalling }

The air at the edge of the roof is stagnant and stifling, and it sears Jimin’s throat and sits heavy in his chest every time when he dares to steal a shaking, stuttering breath. The tears on his cheeks are cold, the only cold thing he can feel, save for maybe the weight that sits in his chest where his heart should sit. He’s not okay. He can’t even pretend to be okay. Not any more. Not for himself, and definitely not for Jungkook.

The date for the demolition is soon, and just as soon, Jimin’s memories will be all that he has left. Of Yoongi, and Hoseok, and Namjoon, and Taehyung. Of their warehouse, of their deeds and contributions. But Taehyung. Jimin’s memories are here in the warehouse, his best and his worst, and Jimin is afraid of letting go of the only thing he’s ever found himself truly able to live for. And now that his affairs are in order, he finds himself ready to finally let go and take that one final step that he stole from Taehyung more than two years ago.

But first.... His goodbye. The only goodbye that really matters. Because he must make one more thing right. Just one more, one last time.

  It had been a few hours since Kai had met the strange woman, what was her name again? He realized he had never actually gotten it, and that was a first. He leaned back in his chair, pulling his long legs up to rest on his desk and fished his half cracked Iphone out of his pocket and scrolled through his contacts, stopping at the unfamiliar name in his phone. "Hyuna." That must be her name.

  He casts his eyes over to his novelty Spiderman clock, 5:32 written across the face in bright red numbers. He focuses back on his phone quickly pressing a few buttons before he began to write out his message.