A/B/O thoughts, standing your ground edition:

After the meeting, Namjoon can’t look at anyone. He picks a place on the wall and lets his eyes fix there, so he isn’t distracted, so he can think. He has to think.

“They can’t make us move out,” Hoseok says. “They can’t mean it.” “I think they do,” Jin says. “If the company’s out of money…”

“Where are we supposed to go?” Jimin says.

Namjoon wishes he didn’t have to breathe, so he didn’t have to smell their fear and their stress. But he does. It’s so bitter on his tongue it makes him nauseous.

Tiny A/B/O thoughts, just the two of us edition:

“Nervous?” Taehyung says. He doesn’t need to ask. Jungkook’s scent already tells him so. But if he doesn’t ask, Jungkook will never say a word about it, will keep small and quiet and to himself the whole night, so Taehyung does. Jungkook shrugs.

Taehyung lifts his chin, just a little, as the car jostles, and Jungkook leans closer, slots himself into the open space, his cheek against Taehyung’s collarbone.

“A little,” he says, then. “I don’t know anyone there.”

“I do,” Taehyung says. “They’re nice.”

Tiny A/B/O thoughts, Live edition:

The notification wakes Hoseok up. He reaches for his phone, blinks blearily at it, and then nudges Yoongi awake.

“Jungkook went live,” he says.

“Mm?” Yoongi says. Hoseok loves him when he’s sleepy. His face gets puffy, rounder. Cute. “Jungkook went live,” Hoseok says again. He opens the app.

“It’s the middle of the night,” Yoongi says. “Is he supposed to be live?”

“Probably not,” Hoseok says. “But Namjoon’s at that charity thing with Jimin, still.”

“God,” Yoongi says. “That little tease.”

A/B/O thoughts, backup edition:

The text comes through just as Jin’s finally settling down on the couch to play some nice, relaxing video games, because of course it does.

“Help,” it says. “Namjoon-hyung’s room.”

It’s from Jungkook.

So Jin sighs, and goes. He never knows what to expect from a text like this. Once, it had been a surprise birthday party. Once, Namjoon had gotten his knot stuck somewhere it really, really didn’t belong (right after his first rut, when he’d been interested in sticking his knot absolutely everywhere).

Tiny A/B/O thoughts, 🎁 edition:

It isn’t that Yoongi doesn’t like receiving gifts. He does. It’s what comes after that always makes him feel awkward, the moment where he unwraps a new pair of shoes or a nice microphone and then someone’s just…staring at him, expectantly. He’s never sure what to say. The pack love giving him things (for reasons he will never understand—it’s not like he needs anything), and “Thank you,” sounds inadequate in the face of their enthusiasm, the way they all beam at him, their scents happy-bright and filling the room.

Tiny A/B/O thoughts, zombies edition:

The thing is, Namjoon really can't help it.

"Please stay in your own groups," the director calls, again. "Please."

Namjoon tries. But it's not his fault. Hobi's screaming bloody murder. He has to...just take a look. In case. He peeks around the corner, hopes the director won't see him on the cameras right away. Hoseok comes scrambling down the hallway, dragging Jimin by the wrist behind him and jumps over a zombie, yelping. He almost falls.

And Namjoon really, really can't help it.

A/B/O thoughts 🔞, caught in the act edition:

When Namjoon finally takes off his headphones and emerges from his room, the first thing he hears is laughter. The wild kind, the uncontrollable kind, the kind that fills the house.

He follows the sound of Hoseok's clapping. He finds the pack in the living room with the TV on. Jimin and Taehyung are flopped over the arms of the couch, cackling, with Jin sitting between them, his head in his hands, shoulders shaking. Jungkook and Hoseok are rolling on the floor, side to side, legs kicking.

Tiny A/B/O thoughts, selfie edition 🔞:

Namjoon posts the photo, and then sinks up to his shoulders in the bathtub to wait.

His phone rings within a minute.

“What are you doing,” Taehyung says.

“Hmm?” Namjoon says. He tries his best to keep the grin out of his voice. “Posting that,” Taehyung says. His voice is like velvet. “Very dangerous of you.”

“Just wanted to let our fans know how much I appreciate them,” Namjoon says.

“Uh-huh,” Taehyung says. “By almost posting what’s mine all over the internet? Just a little lower, and…”

A/B/O thoughts, apple and tree edition:

Yoongi’s mother disappears for the first time when he’s 5 years old. When he asks where she is, his father’s frown lines sink deep into his cheeks.

“Sometimes,” he says. “Your mother just can’t be anything for anyone. But she loves you.” His mother comes back after three days. Yoongi still has a pup’s sense of smell, but even he can tell that she’s sad. It clings to her like perfume. He doesn’t know what she has to be sad about. Their apartment is new, and there’s a park with a slide just down the road.

Tiny A/B/O thoughts, the light of my life edition:

When Hoseok turns the corner, and there Jimin is, standing in the hotel lobby with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder and a bucket hat pulled low over his eyes, Hoseok trips over his own sandals. People look, which is a little embarrassing, but Hoseok only feels the heat of it in his cheeks for a split second, because then he’s got an armful of warm, happy-smelling beta, and he couldn’t possibly care any less about the concierge eyeballing them from behind the front desk.

Little A/B/O thoughts, merch edition:

When Namjoon comes home, the scent filling the apartment makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up. It smells…off, something he thinks he knows, but can’t quite place.

He drops his things at the door and follows it into the kitchen. Jin and Jungkook and Jimin are huddled around the counter.

“What the fuck,” Namjoon says. “Is that smell?”

“Welcome home,” Jin says. “And according to our merchandise team, it’s you.”

“It’s a candle!” Jungkook says. He holds up a green jar with tree cutouts around the glass.

A/B/O thoughts, introvert edition:

When Jungkook arrives at the party, he looks for His Corner, first thing.

He always picks a corner, in a place like this—a room full of flashing lights and thundering music and the scents of strangers, sweat and beer and perfume. He likes parties. Mostly. He likes the music, and seeing old friends. He likes when Jin gets drunk and makes Yoongi dance with him, spinning around in circles. He likes the way Namjoon leans in when Jungkook tries to say something, the way he turns his head to listen, smiling.

Miscellaneous NBR thoughts ahead:

I went to a friend’s house today who has a dog, and when I came home, my own dog sat and sniffed me head to toe for like ten minutes and I JUST THINK…NBR pack, for sure. Taehyung spends time with his friends, some of whom are alphas, and when he gets home, Yoongi just wants to…he doesn’t even know, really, just wants to get the scent, make sure he knows exactly who was shoulder-to-shoulder with his omega in some bar somewhere.

A/B/O thoughts, together forever edition:

When management calls them all together unexpectedly, late at night, and there are no props or extra cameras or prizes or anything else for a surprise filming, Jin knows it’s something serious.

“Namjoon can’t go,” their manager says. Jin looks at Namjoon. If his scent wasn’t already full of a misery so strong it coats Jin’s tongue as he breathes, Jin would know anyway, in the hunching of the alpha’s shoulders, the way his hands are clamped down tight over his knees.

“What do you mean?” Yoongi says.

Little A/B/O thoughts, science edition:

Jimin slips into Yoongi’s room first thing in the morning.

“Hyung,” Jimin says. “I have a question.”

“I’m busy,” Yoongi says. “Can it wait?”

“No,” Jimin says. “It’s a sexy question.”

Yoongi swivels around in his chair, very quickly. “Great,” Jimin says, brightly. “How many times in a day would you say you pop a boner, hyung?”

“What,” Yoongi says.

“Well,” Jimin says. “Jungkook said alphas get turned on all the time, by weird things. So I wondered what the number was. Just an average is fine.”

Little A/B/O thoughts, what’s mine is yours edition:

Really, three alphas in a single pack shouldn’t work.

There are a lot of people who don’t want it to work. For the first few years after debut, Yoongi can’t go anywhere online without seeing stupid headlines about it. Rumors and gossip and outright lies, sometimes. He and Namjoon have an extremely minor argument backstage, once, and of course someone happens to catch it on camera, and by the next day the internet’s decided the pack is fracturing, the hierarchy breaking down.

Teensy A/B/O thoughts, mentor edition:

Jimin admires Jin from the very first time they meet. Jin’s warm, and open, and unafraid to be silly. That kind of bravery is something that seems impossible, to Jimin. He feels like his whole body is an ill-fitting piece of clothing. He’s always aware of how he stands, and how he talks, and how he dances, and how he sings, the way he might be aware of a sweater that’s too big, slipping off his shoulder as he moves, never quite right.

🔞A/B/O thoughts, forbidden fruit edition 🔞:

It really, truly, is an accident.

Taehyung just means to ask Namjoon a question about next week’s schedules. It’s only the two of them at home, so quiet. He doesn’t think twice about going into Namjoon’s room without knocking. They all have different rules for their private spaces. Jin wants everyone to knock, but never says no, if someone asks to come in. Yoongi wants knocking, too, but will tell them to fuck off if he’s busy. Namjoon’s room, though, is always open to any of them, no asking required.

A/B/O thoughts, going out of your way edition:

When Namjoon gets home, well after dark, the apartment is empty. He toes his shoes off in the entryway and goes looking room to room, but the pack’s scent is stale, old. No one’s been here since they all left in the morning. This is not a big deal, he thinks. They all just had things to do. Totally no need to panic.

He panics, a little, anyway. No one had texted him to say they’d be late, or to send him a selfie from one of the little restaurants they frequent between the HYBE building and home.

Itty bitty A/B/O thoughts, “this one’s mine” edition:

Hoseok tries to make sense of what the omegas are doing, at first. He assumes there must be a pattern to it, something he can understand, but he can’t nail anything down.

Sometimes, the omegas just…pick someone. Jungkook and Taehyung latch on to a packmate out of nowhere for an hour, or two. A couple of days, even. Jungkook had honed in on Hoseok for almost a full week, once, following him room to room in their apartment, curling up at his side whenever he sat down.