The soft sound of metal scraping against each other overtook the silent of the night. You were at a playground, sitting on a swing.

Barely swinging, you didn't pay mind to the sound of the unmaintained swing set, the rusted scraping continuing.

Eyes just on the ground, hands wrapped around the cold chains, you sighed out a breath.

After the day a week ago, the meeting with probably your favorite person in the world lost in a memory, you didn't know what to do. It seemed so surreal– a dream, you'd thought.

Continuing to exist in the moment of night– the sun had set an hour ago– you swung on the swing slightly, rocking gently back and forth.

A sigh escaped your lips as you looked at the fading darkness. But, of course, it would never be completely dark. It was Seoul, there were lights almost everywhere.

"Oh, it's you–!" You heard an unmistakable familiar voice say. Your head swinging to look at him, your jaw dropped slightly.

Unbelievable. There he was, in front of you, again. He had his mask down, face in surprise.

Taehyung walked over to the swing next to yours, sitting down on it.

He swung on it a little bit, the squeaky and scraping sound invading your ears. You flinched at the sound but then let out a small laugh.

"They need to put some oil," Taehyung said, stopping the movement of his own swing.

"Yeah," you muttered, glancing at him sideways; he was on your left. You couldn't help but just stare at him.

"Yah, I know I'm handsome," he joked, grinning at you. You flushed, averting your gaze for a second then looking back into his eyes again– they were gleaming due the light post outside the walls of the playground.

"Am... Is this actually real?" You couldn't help but ask, wondering how this incidental meeting with your favorite idol could ever not be a dream. It almost seemed like a fan-fiction.

He laughed, the sound sounding like warmth on a snowy evening.

"Yes, it is. Does it seem that unreal to you?"

You nodded, your eyes still on his attractive features.

"Well, just imagine I'm just a normal person, then. Just try, and talk to me like we're both just people who wants to have a conversation."

Looking away from him again, you set your gaze on the slide of the playground lit up dimly by the light post outside the entrance.

"What is your name?" You asked, trying to make yourself think that he was just a human like you– even if his existence was a beauty out of the world.

"Kim Taehyung. You?" He sounded pleased since you were interacting normally with him.

You told him your name, a bit flustered that you were actually introducing yourself to an idol, but you took his request into consideration and shrugged the thought off.

"What year where you born in?"

"1996," you answered. "I'm younger by a year." Then you realized how odd that would sound that you knew his birth year. Your cheeks flushed and you mumbled an apology.

Taehyung laughed in delight, "So I'm your hyung!" The endearing way he said it sent butterflies to your stomach.

You nodded, then remembered a dilemma you'd always had. "But what do I call you? Taehyung hyung sounds strange," you said, laughing slightly.

"Then just Tae!" He said, grinning. "With the hyung, though."

"But, then I'd be saying Tae–hyung, which is your name," you pointed out.

"Wait, you're right... what does Jungkookie call me?" Taehyung asked out loud, probably thinking.

"Taehyungie hyung...? Yeah, Taehyungie hyung," he concluded, looking at you with a bright smile. "You can call me that."

You wondered why he didn't ask you to call him what you heard Jungkook call him a few times in Bangtan Bombs– V hyung. Then, you realized he wanted you to think of him just like you treat others, which meant not using his stage name, either.

"Okay, Taehyungie hyung," you said, smiling to yourself.

"So? What's your work?" He asked casually, probably just inducing small talk.

"Not something I want currently– I'm going for fashion, though."

"That's really cool," he said, an adorable grin on his face. You smiled back, thinking of how you would not say that you partially wanted to do fashion to have a chance to meet him.

But, now that you've already met him, you found it absurd, yet unbelievable.

"What time is it?" you asked, not seeing your wristwatch, you probably left it before going out.

"Almost 8:30, two minutes left," he answered. Then, a realization flashed.

"Shit–" you cursed, making him hum a question.

"What is it?"

"I have to go back– curfew is eight," you spluttered, and stood up. "I'm sorry, I have to excuse myself. I really have to go."

Taehyung stood up, as well, an offering smile playing on his lips.

"I can walk you?"

How could you refuse?

>.<

Taehyung felt a bit giddy, walking besides you. He felt like he made a new friend and he was extremely happy.

As they were walking, Taehyung recognized the direction they were going towards, making him slightly wary.

He eyes your wrist and finally saw the hospital admission band.

"You're going back to the hospital?" Taehyung murmured the question, mind in a haze of worry.

"Hm? Oh, yeah," you answered, not quite catching the question immediately as you were in a nervous flurry of fidgeting fingers and pacing heart.

"What happened?" Taehyung asked, voice soft like a comfortable mattress that you'd want to sleep on forever.

"Nothing too serious, just pneumonia," you answered quietly.

"Pneumonia? Are you... do you feel okay?"

You nodded, smiling at him brightly. "I feel fine."

"I'm glad," Taehyung sincerely replied, giving you a comforting grin.

"Won't you be... late?" You asked.

He shook his head, "I'll be fine. Our schedules aren't too packed right now. But, I'll probably be the last one to enter the dorm... oh well."

You saw the building of the hospital approaching, "Ah, we're here."

Taehyung's sparkly eyes dropped into disappointment. "Aw, I wanted to talk to you for longer. Maybe another day?"

Your chest constricted in happiness at his words, your lips not resisting to form a smile. "Maybe. Bye?"

You waved as you scurried into the gates of the hospital, getting ready to get scolded by the doctor for being late.

"Bye," Taehyung muttered, smiling as he waved, watching you disappear into the building.

He turned on his heels and went back the way they came, heart fluttering thinking about the cute boy he just met again.

He still couldn't believe that he was their fan– also the fact that he himself was his favorite.

>.<

"Come in."

When you said that, you didn't expect to see Kim Taehyung walk through the door. But, that's exactly who walked in.

"Hello~" Taehyung greeted, a flower in his hands, mask pulled down to his chin.

"Hello," you shyly replied, not believing any of this was real.

"How've you been? You aren't worsening, right?" He asked, setting the flowers on the table beside the bed. You shook your head a no.

"I'm glad," he said, smiling at you as he sat down on a spare chair in the room.

Suddenly, you remembered you had something to eat. Reaching to another table beside you, you grabbed the plastic box of strawberries– your brother had brought them in for you.

"Excuse me–" you pardoned yourself before opening the box and biting into one. Feeling it would be rude to not offer, you held out the box towards him, "Want some?"

With an excited nod, Taehyung leaned forward and took two. "Thank you~"

Both of you are in silence until he finished and spoke, "Do you like strawberries?"

You couldn't help but smile brightly, nodding, "It's my favorite."

"So cute~" he commented, making you flush. He giggled at your red cheeks. "Look, you even look like one! So cute~! I'll call you my strawberry from now on."

His declaration send your stomach doing flips– which was probably not healthy. But, you brushed it off.

"Okay, Taehyungie hyung," you muttered, flustered.

Taehyung laughed delightfully, "I can't believe we have such cute fans," he cooed.

You honestly thought this was a dream. And, you definitely did not want to wake up.

>.<

Turns out it actually wasn't a dream– which you don't know if you should cry or laugh at. You found out when you were leaving your room to get fresh air the next day and bumped into the potential gucci model.

After a flurry of apologies and Taehyung laughing it off, he went out with you. He's brought more flowers which you accepted with a murmur of a thank you, flustered beyond anything.

And, for the next two weeks, it felt like the peak of imagination to even process the fact that Kim Taehyung visited you every single day. Whether it be late at night, in the morning hurry or just in his free time, he never failed to walk in your hospital door regularly.

The day you'd been discharged, you felt your stomach drop in sadness that you wouldn't be able to tell him.

That day, Taehyung went to the reception of the hospital, asked permission to visit your room like he always did. His day dimmed hearing you'd been discharged and couldn't see him anymore.

He was at least happy about the fact that you were now completely okay. But, he'd wanted to meet you every so often like he'd been for the past weeks.

He didn't even know your address, or phone number. With that thought, Taehyung gloomily went back to the dorm, thinking he'd never hear from you ever again.

>.<

"What? We ran out of pain killers? And, Yoongi hyung has a headache? Okay, I'm near a hospital, I'll get them from the pharmacy." Hanging up, Taehyung scurried up to the doors of the hospital, entering it. He vaguely remembers always coming here to meet up with his strawberry around two weeks ago. He couldn't shake off the feeling of wanting to meet the boy again.

Seeing no line in front of the pharmacy, he tapped his fingers on the counter, waiting for the seller to show up.

"Taehyungie hyung?" Taehyung heard a familiar voice say, he turned to the voice, to make sure he wasn't just imagining it.

And, there you were, holding a piece of paper in your hands, eyes wide in surprise.

"Strawberry~!" Taehyung cheered, going in for a hug. Flustered, you still returned the hug, not being able to believe you were seeing him again.

"I've missed you~" Taehyung whined, nuzzling his head on your shoulder.

"I've missed you, too, hyung," you said, heart warming.

"Wait– you're at the hospital again?!" Taehyung stood straight, pulling away from the hug to look at you in concern.

You shook your head slightly, to reassure him, "No, no! I'm perfectly okay, but..."

Taehyung's heart dropped, "But...?"

"My brother got into a car accident, he's admitted here. I'm suppose to get him the prescriptions," you sighed sadly. Taehyung's chest constricted in sadness.

"Your brother...? Will he be okay...?" He asked quietly, his heart breaking every second. He couldn't ever imagine his own brother in this case.

"He'll be fine. He was in a critical condition around a week ago, but now he's okay. He has a broken leg, though. But, his wife is taking care of him," you stated, passing the prescription paper to the pharmacist when he finally appeared.

"Oh... hope he gets well, soon," Taehyung wished sincerely.

You smiled softly, nodding. "I hope so, too."

Then, silence fell between them. After the pharmacist gave the medicine you needed to get, you excused yourself.

"Well, I have to go, now. Hope we meet agai–"

"Wait– wait," Taehyung interrupted. He fumbled with his pockets and fished out his phone. "I want your number."

What?

You swore you could've died right then and there– is Kim Taehyung actually asking for your number?

Stammering and stumbling on your words, you answered shyly, "U-uh, s-sure."

He flashed you a grin, handing you his phone with a new contact edit screen.

"Put it in."