Help me up these stairs to ruin.

It's like a ghost neither of them can shake-- that tells them how much they love each other when they're apart, how much they hate each other when they're together.

Take taciturn. Take misanthrope. Take a past that digs in its claws whenever you try and speak, and you have Jungkook. And he's okay, really, but when he's confronted with everything contrary to him compressed into five-and-a-half feet of Min Yoongi one English class, he has to remind himself to keep his distance. Because himself and who just happens to be the most beautiful person he's ever seen, have just one thing in common--they're both running.

And the fun of free fall is in never seeing the end.