Reunion --- BTS Imagine

Reunion.

((Y/N) perspective)

You arrived at your local cafe where you learned to make a regular visit every day to grab a coffee before and after work. The day was gloomy with gray, dark clouds covering the sky and rain and fog that enveloped your body like a ghost. You were used to the unpredictability of the weather and it didn't faze you. It had been seven years since you moved out of home after you turned 18. You needed a break from the sordid drama and pressure you were persistently caught up in. For a year you moved away to another state temporarily and once you made friends at the university you applied for, you believed the right decision was to get an apartment with them as you continued your study and part time job. Now you're working full time at a place you love but still at this age haven't bothered looking for a significant other because for years, ever since that dreadful day, you believed no one could ever replace the person already in your heart - who through hard work and sleepless nights and hardships managed to influence your life so significantly. And here you are now at this cafe at 5:30 in the afternoon waiting for your third coffee today. Looking around, the cafe was quite packed, everyone looking for protection from the storm outside. You heard a faint laughter from the table at the back of the cafe and looked up from your newspaper. In that period between hearing the laughter and your searching of the owner of this voice, a waitress came to your table to give you your coffee - blocking your view of the party you were looking for. When she left you got up, sipping you hot drink, and walked to the table with the familiar voice. They were two metres away and you realised they table consisted of seven boys, all with black hair. It was much louder back here - with uncontrollable laughter and non-stop chatter. You knew these people. For years you looked for a chance to meet them, to thank them. You lost that hope long ago but a spark arose within you that compelled you to walk towards this table of boys that were with you through your youth and transition into adulthood. You gulped the remaining coffee, felt it burn in my throat, and mustered the courage to approach these boys. You walked slowly, hands sweating and unsure of what to say. Should you make it long and sappy or start with a ridiculous pun as you always did in your youth? Your mind was a whirlwind and before you knew it your feet had taken you to the head of the table and your breathing slowed as they looked up at you. You softly gasped as their faces were revealed. Their eyes were exactly the same and their hair - although once dead - looked healthy again in its natural state. You looked at each of them individually and gave each a little smile.

You breathed softly before you spoke.

"Hi, my name is (Y/N)," you said.

One of the boys with bunny teeth and a smile you longed to see spoke first.

"Hello, (Y/N). How can we help you?"

Your eyes widened as you realised how fluenlyt he spoke in English. God, after all these years he perfected the most difficult language in the world.

"I..." You started. "I was a fan."

The next moment was so confronting you felt like your heart was going to burst as each of the boys' eyes widened as they looked at each other in awe.

One of the boys with the gummy smile, whose laugh you had heard before, softly gasped and exclaimed, "This is the first time after all these years someone has come up to us.

You couldn't believe it. At one point they had become the most well known Korean boy group in the whole world - they started a revolution for the youth, when they themselves were in their youth. How could it be that no one approached them since they ripped apart their contract with their company and moved to a place where no one knew of them. How could it be... until now.

They gave you a small smile and you knew you had to say something. This moment wasn't about being the seventeen year old you once were.. No. This was about them the person you transformed into.

"I just wanted to say..." You hesitated. Should you tell them of all your experiences because of them, the friends you made, the lyrics you cried through? They all looked at you expectantly. "Thank you," You said. "For your hard work, for helping me find myself."

You were on the brink of tears. All the memories came rushing back to you, it was too much. You gave a small smile and hurriedly rushed out of the cafe and into your care. There you burst into tears and you were overwhelmed with emotion and gratefulness. You were forever in debt to them. Ten minutes later you still hadn't left the car park yet.

Someone tapped your window and you were startled and then afraid that you hadn't locked your windows earlier. When you looked up, you saw a piece of paper being pressed onto the widnow.

All it said was: "No. Thank YOU."

Wiping your tears you stepped out of the car and saw them standing around your car, each arching their hands above their head to make a heart. The boy who pressed the paper onto your window showed you the most beautiful eye smile you had seen yet only ever dreamed of.

That's when you realised, looking at each of them, that nothing is every impossible. If you have a dream, no matter how hard it is to achieve, you must challenge yourself and people around you to achieve that dream. You must wake up every morning and tell yourself that all those late nights and money spent to retrieve inspiration was all worth it after all.