Min Yoongi was always an outsider--or at least he thought he was. Even if he was excluded in a group, he would always observe the conversations that rung his ears, without showing any signs of emotion. He loved reality but then again, he hated it, not in a suicidal matter. He would always turn pessimistic out of the blue and look on the downsides of life...especially his. Yoongi's family was strict about things like his future, which he ( Yoongi ) had already planned out for but his parents wanted it to be their way. His father was slightly shocked seeing that he had kept dying his hair multiple colors, but his mother honestly thought it looked good on him.

Sadly, his parents would constantly yell or argue about his future. Which is why he would escape the fate of the world through music. Any genre of music released the tension in his muscles and joints, letting him relax and slowly fall into his own world. He needed it, he needed to escape his parents, school, even his own self. To Yoongi, music had completed his soul and body and he never needed a mate or a lover to complete him. All he needed was music and himself.

But let's rewind this, before all the strict parents took part in his life, before the music invaded his soul. When he was a child, he was happy about himself and he showed that beautiful, gummy smile that he used to. He wasn't a smiley and he wasn't a frowny either. One day, his parents were caught up at work, and let him stay alone in the house since he was pretty mature for his age, even though he acted like a random ball of sunshine at times.  As he sat on the couch, he had closed his eyes and went off to dreamworld.

Yoongi was sleeping for quite a while until a small, cheerful voice flooded his ears.

"Yoongi! Wake up! Hey!"

His eyes opened to see a child with fluffy but tamed caramel hair, his eyes the color of a gentle shade of brown. Yoongi stared for a moment then blinked twice. "Who are you? How'd you get in the house?!", he exclaims, narrowing his eyes.

"My name's Jung Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi! Now get up Yoongi and clean! You're parents are coming home!", the boy squealed, jumping on the sofa. Another question was about to spill from his mouth until he had realized what Hoseok had said. Apparently, Yoongi was supposed to clean up always before his parents would return home and it's not something they told him to do, but he volunteered to do it. The boy quickly leaped up from the couch, freshening things up around the house and he had finished in quite a nick of time.

"Now, hold on, you're name is Jung Hoseok..and you're nickname is Hobi? How old are you anyways?!", Yoongi asked.

"One year younger than you. That means I'm seven years old and you're eight, Min!", Hobi giggled, poking his nose. The eight-year-old stared in awe, mentally admitting to himself that he was quite adorable. "Basically, I'm your imaginary friend!"

Yoongi's eyes widen.

"Imaginary...friend?"

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Well there we go! The first completed chapter!

I know it sucks ;-; Forgive me, and I'll try harder.  Thank you!

- Neko