Kim Namjoon loves the boys - his boys - with every bit of his soul, so much that he'd even go as far as calling them his soulmates. So when he wakes up in a single bed, with four bare walls he'd never seen before surrounding it, he cries.
It's got...
An alternative universe where Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ wakes up in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar world, trying to find his life, his boys; but the boys he finds are most definitely not his.
❝ Yes, however many times, however many times we need to, We'll overcome this moment that lies right before our eyes. However many times, however many times we need to. Let's turn these tears into hope... ❞
- Everlasting shine, TOMORROW × TOGETHER
Cᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs: - mental instability - sensitive content, i.e. suicide attempts and others - strong language - alternative universe - characters who feel alone - LGBTQ+ - a journey of self acceptance - queerphobia :( - hate, etc.
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Something didn't feel right, Namjoon could tell even before he fully regained consciousness; the fabric of the comforter felt different— after years of living with the six he could tell little things apart like that— which was odd since the youngest was quite particular on little details like such. Befuddled, he squinted his eyes open, rubbing them and shielding them from the harsh rays of the sun which were peaking through the only window in the room-
Wait, that isn't right...
He scanned the room, rubbing his eyes to get rid of the drowsiness. It was quite obvious that he wasn't in the dorms, from the bare walls to the lack of furniture, no sir.
He didn't remember going out though... Hell, maybe they'd gone out to drink together and he'd gotten so drunk that he couldn't remember anything and one of the members had brought him to a hotel?
It was an absurd possibility, one that Yoongi had mentioned at dinner one day, after going through a random account that had commented on their recent post.
The account had turned out to belong to a writer who had written some interesting stories about the group. 'Fanfictions' as he had told them these stories were called.
After a session of reading some of the tweets out loud, resulting in a flustered audience and a smirking Yoongi (who had seemingly been the only one who had actually prepared himself for the content goddamn it!), they had decided to never venture through any of the accounts again-
Well not together anyway, he could sense by some of their shifty eyes and pinkish ears that this had piqued their interest and they would continue exploring during their free time; this earned them quite a chortle from the second eldest's side, calling them 'amateurs'. He remembers hastily choosing another random topic to converse on and save them from further embarrassment.
