Yoongi sat in the park, the cold yet comforting breeze streaming through the trees and the people who strolled along the stone pathway. Tree leaves flicked off as Yoongi caught one of them with his hand and clenched his fists but not in anger. He stared into a small puddle, for it had recently rained with leaves still dropping off dewdrops of leftover precipitation.

He hadn't  heard anything from Hoseok except for his lively morning greeting although that was hours ago.

His eyes gazed into his eyes, his reflection capturing every detail as a leaf dropped into the small water, ripples making their way all throughout the liquid.

At that moment, rain poured down hard as civilians rushed through the park, trying to make their way home.

Yoongi let the rain crash down onto his skin, his eyes feeling dull and lifeless. Slow and steady footsteps made their way over to him.

"Hi."

Yoongi blinked, moving his soaked mint green bangs out of his eyes. He stared.

"You shouldn't be out here by yourself. You'll get sick."

The male reached out his hand, informing him to take it so he could take him back home. The male grabbed his hand, assisting himself to be pulled up to his feet. The unknown male put the umbrella above both of their heads.

"Why are you helping me? I don't even know you."

The other began to laugh, stifling out a small giggle at the end of it.

"Funny. You said the same thing to me, so many years ago."

Yoongi blinked once again, his hands buried within the wool pockets of his hoodie. His eyes wondered over the other being, seeing he had caramel hair and a gentle face that still had a few raindrops shown on it only because he was sharing the umbrella with him personally.

"Do you mind introducing yourself since you act like you know who I am?", Yoongi asked, venom and suspicion staining his voice.

"I'm Jung Hoseok. Yoongi Hyung, I'm happy that we could meet in person."

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Yoongi couldn't help but stare at him, his mind completely blank in disbelief as his lips slightly parted in astonishment. This couldn't be happening. Here he was, at a local cafe with his imaginary friend who was literally conversating with the cashier at the counter..and she was responding.  "But..he's not real...", Yoongi murmured, his breath rigid and frail.

'He was just a voice inside my head, now he's actually here?!'

Hoseok came back from the counter with two cups of green tea, one with a lemon attached to the mug. He slowly slid the warm cup in front of the older, who looked down at it. The sweet aroma and smoke gave him warmth, relaxation and satisfaction that eased away his astonishment.

"So Yoongi Hyung, let's talk, shall we?"