taehyung finds a suicide note on the subway, on the note it says it is to 'jeon jungkook.' completed may 15th '17 tw

The rival theaters had them separated. Scott and Mitch finally meet in a theater group, but quickly grow to hate each other solely based on rivalry and jealousy. With the bonding they spend together in the play Romeo and Juliet, can a rivalry really stop true love?

Alexander Kirk is the first to notice. Mitch and Scott have been best friends for years, and they thought that nothing could change their friendship. But as life goes on and they're forced to make some changes, they realize that something is different..and maybe is too late to do anything.

_____________________ Mitch Grassi, a timid, shy student with a dark past. After losing his mom, a number of obstacles occur in his life which hold him back from doing what he loves the most - singing. Will joining Martin High help him to come out of his shell? When he meets Scott Hoying, the son of Martin High's choir master, will he let him inside his mind? How will Scott help Mitch to overcome his fears? A story of sad memories, happy futures and falling in love. Mitch is torn between listening to his head and keeping his walls up, and listening to his heart and letting Scott save him. Which one will he choose? _____________________

Mitch was a fan way before he got the job. Can he balance friendship with fandom? Can he remain professional without revealing his inner fangirl? Is that even possible?

"You're here because you can't sleep. Or won't let yourself eat. Maybe voices speak to you sometimes. Maybe... You don't know what's wrong. Whatever the reason, whatever the cause... You belong here. I suggest you get comfortable." (A Pentatonix + mental illness AU)

Scott's vision is fuzzy. Hazy. Unfocused like it hasn't been since the LASIK. He vaguely wonders why, but his head hurts so much he's distracted and can't figure it out. He thinks for a second that he's drunk. That he's given himself the mother of all hangovers. But his shoulder and his arm and his chest and his side and his leg also hurt-shit, his shoulder really hurts-and he's never been drunk enough for that to happen before. Plus, if he's not mistaken, that's his steering wheel in front of him, through the haze and the dust and the noise and the red and whatever the deflated white thing is. Regardless of how drunk he's been, he would never be drunk in the driver's seat of his car. Fuck. Fuck, he hurts. The spiderweb pattern across his windshield is kinda pretty though, sparkling like that in the sun. Blink.

@scotthoying: The acceptance rate for pop music at USC this coming fall was 7%. congrats @mitchgrassi :D

It was then and only then that he finally came up with the words to finish the verse he had started earlier for the song that he considered as the breaking point between his invisibility to Scott beyond best friends. I am yours and you are mine. I am see through, baby.

Are you afraid? Tell me your fears. Your secrets. The stupid puns you think of when you're happy. The things that bother you in people. Are you lonely? Tell me what makes you sad. Tell me about that one time you fell flat on your face when you were little and how you cried about it afterwards. Tell me your quirks in bed and how you like your coffee. And even though I know all of these things, I would gladly listen to them again. Cause they are all of the things I love about you. (Completed)