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"yoongi can you explain why you think hobi is real people now?" was the first thing namjoon asked the next day at lunch.

"what do you mean?" yoongi asked.

"that new kid. you called him hobi. as if he was your imaginary friend!"

"don't you dare call hobi fake!"

"yoongi, you know he's not real. you're hurting yourself by thinking he is. please stop this yoongi. you have me, jeongguk, and possibly seokjin. please stop," namjoon begged. yoongi ignored him. he hated forcing himself to believe he was real. yoongi knew with his gut that he was fake but he loves hobi.

yoongi loves hobi.

he loves the boy that he created. part of yoongi wants to believe that there's a hobi out there for him. he wants to believe that so bad but he just can't. he doesn't want to let go of hobi.

"i promised hobi."

"you promised him what, yoongi? to never leave him? or to never forget him? what, yoongi?" namjoon asked with a serious face.

"i promised to wait for him, namjoon. i need to wait for him to come in my life and show me that he is real. i'm not a little kid anymore, joon. he's not imaginary. he's real," yoongi said back.

"yoongi, when is his birthday, where did his parents come from, does he speak other languages, what does he like to do, and what is his personality like. you need to answer those questions thoroughly or else he ever existed," namjoon gave no mercy to yoongi. yoongi was on the verge of tears but he stayed strong.

"february 18th, gwangju, korean and english, he likes to dance, and he has a bubbly personality that no one can replicate. happy, namjoon?"

"you didn't come up with that just now, right? all of that for someone that isn't real?" namjoon said in a low tone.

"this isn't some session where you can put me down on everything. just because i'm depending on a person that isn't here right now doesn't mean that i'm completely losing it. i know what i'm doing, namjoon. i have my ways to cope with reality."

"that's the problem. just because it's a coping mechanism doesn't mean it's a good one. people have cigarettes as a way to cope but it kills their lungs as they do it. you have someone that isn't real and you're hurting your future."

"you don't know me. he will come to my side, just you watch."

"i don't want to hurt you, yoongs. but you need to understand to not hurt yourself. don't ruin your hopes for the future."

"hey, guys!" jeongguk came running up to the two with his own lunch. he looked as happy as ever. "seokjin's coming. he's getting lunch."

"good to see you, jjukie," namjoon smiled sweetly at the younger. namjoon and yoongi were snapped out of their conversation and continued eating.

"so...what were you two talking about?" jeongguk asked while he had a piece of a cracker up to his mouth, ready to eat.

"nothing much, we just talked about you and seokjin," namjoons smile didn't alter. jeongguk smiled back and ate peacefully.

after a while, seokjin came up the table with his tray full of bags of chips. "care for some treats?"

jeongguk giggled and reached out for a bag. seokjin handed out a bag for the other two, yoongi thanked the male and accepted the meal.

"sorry i wasn't here yesterday. i came up with a fever and couldn't make it. but i'm fine now. i heard that jeongguk approached first? what did he say?" seokjin asked while he took his seat next to jeongguk. jeongguk elbowed seokjin's arm, "i'm still here, you know."

"he said that he was alone and wanted company," yoongi snitched.

"hey!" jeongguk yelled at yoongi. the group of friends ended up laughing it off.

it was just the four of them. well, five but four bodies. they were all together at the table. nothing was going to stop them. they each have their own little personally and a certain person still had a problem of invisible things.

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