“MY MILKSHAKE BRINGS ALL THE BOYS TO THE YARD!” Taehyung bellowed, his voice echoing through the room. + 

He’d been dancing with unrestrained energy, a whirlwind of limbs and laughter, clad only in his boxers. Exhausted and exhilarated, he launched himself onto Jimin’s back, expecting to be carried to school. + 

“Jimin, take me to school, you peasant!” + 

Jimin shook his head, a wry smile playing on his lips. “First of all, Tae, I’m your *hyung*. Second of all, we’re not going to school today. I’m moving out—with Yoongi.” He struck a pose, arms outstretched, mimicking Superman in flight. + 

“WHAT? I’m getting a new roommate and I didn’t even know?” Taehyung’s voice rose in dramatic protest, collapsing onto the floor in a theatrical heap. + 

“Huh? You didn’t know? Want to see a picture?” Jimin asked, already unlocking his phone. He scrolled through images, then displayed a heavily edited photograph of a boy. + 

Taehyung’s head lifted momentarily, his eyes fixed on the screen. Then, as if struck by an invisible force, he fell back to the floor, gasping for air. His eyes widened with a mixture of shock and disbelief. The image on the screen had stolen his breath away. + 