Hoseok was sitting by the coast.

His feet bare, letting the small grains of sand cover both of them, warming them up from the chilling wind.

His dark brown hair dancing to the breeze as his caramel eyes focus on the horizon.

He rests his chin on his bend knees, hugging his legs gently.

The sun was just about to set, kissing the horizon as it goes deeper and deeper into it until it disappears completely.

The waves of the cristalin water gentle and slow, every once in a while reaching Hoseok's toes but never actually touching them.

Memories fill his head of that day four years ago.

The agony they all felt to give such heartbreaking news to their fans.

Eventhough they all were exhausted, barely keeping up, trying not to fall into a burnt-out, it hurt like thousand knives stabbing their chest.

Seeing the others cry, even Yoongi who was otherwise very reserved with showing his feelings, expressed how sad he was.

Hoseok closes his eyes, grinning at the memory.

They all agreed to take a break as a band, to take a hiatus and come back once they felt less pressured. Eventhough the coming back part was not certain at that point.

Once Namjoon admitted it out loud to Army, Hoseok couldn't believe it. It all felt so distant, like a dream, a nightmare.

Since that day, they all parted ways, each one of them following their respective dreams and goals.

Namjoon focused on his own career as a component, writing songs for other bands and solo artists such as Stray kids, ONEUS, Jackson Wang and also international artists like Jo1 and Lana del rei.

Jungkook being the golden Maknae he is, continued singing, collaborating with various artists.

Jimin started modeling, being a bit sick of all the hectic schedules he had to maintain as a dancer and singer.

Taehyung had given in to his painter side, selling a few of his works. He also joined Seokjin in a few kdramas, acting again after such a long time.

Yoongi had written a book, flying out of the country to Macau, finding peace there, a calm place to write his life story.

Seokjin went to study more acting and also started staring in well known movies more and more frequently.

Speaking of him, the oldest had found the love of his life on one of those plays. After his decision to stay with her, marrying her only one year after their encounter, BTS as a whole was no longer able to come back.

They refused to regroup without Seokjin, and Seokjin was determined with his choice to marry that woman.

Hoseok can't really blame him, if he had the chance to marry his love, no matter how much he adores these boys, he would have to choose his wife.

It's a bit disturbing if you think about it. How can someone make a person choose between their careers and their wifes?

The orange and purple colored sky darkens, the sun finally leaving the sky completely, finding rest under the horizon, where tomorrow it will rise again.

A sudden pain comes Hoseok's way, a wave of an nostalgia, longing, yearning.

He scrunches his nose, holding his heart with his right hand.

The pain was unbearable, coming from his heart. A pain that no medicine, no remedy can amend. No antidote exists for a broken heart.

The familiar wet feeling rolls down his cheek, he's crying.

It's been a while ...

It's been such a long time since he cried from his hurting, this emptiness inside of him.

Yoongi ...

Tears fall down faster and faster, he's relieved no-one was at the beach to see his pitiful state.

He sobs, holding more onto his chest.

Why did you leave me?

A question Hoseok might never find the anwser to.

He remembers a certain scene with Yoongi, a specific memory where the other rapper wanted to know the exact word for this kind of feeling.

"Hey Hobi, can you help me out?" The older asks, bitting the back of his pencil, a habit he has once he's stuck, not knowing what to write anymore.

"Yeah, what's up?" The main dancer was sitting on the couch besides the other's table, playing a random game on his phone.

He was wearing very comfortable clothes, not minding the vulgar look since he knows Yoongi won't mind.

"I've been doing some research for a song and I just ... can't seem to find a word for a certain feeling." Hoseok sits more straight, giving the older his full attention.

"What is the feeling?" Yoongi puts his pencil down, looking at the other.

"It's a throbbing pain in your heart when you miss someone." Hoseok nods.

"Well I would say missing is the word for that." He giggles slightly finding it entertaining that Yoongi just said the word he was looking for.

"Not quite actually ... it's not just yearning ... or missing, is more then that. It's like missing what could have been ... a nostalgic feeling of a complete thing not just someone." The dancer wiggles with his lips from left to right, thinking about a better word.

"I've found a word in Portuguese. It's described as a kind of melancholy yearning. Melancholy as in sad, and yearning as strong, persistent longing or desire, especially for something unattainable." Yoongi sighs, messing his hair.

"Maybe there is no such thing as a translation for that word." Yoongi looks at the other, a little to deep, almost as if his soul wanted to tell him something his mouth couldn't.

"My mother used to say some words cannot be described, only felt and I think this is one of them."

Hoseok flinches as a cold breeze hits his face, rosening his cheeks.

He pushes the collar of his red pompous jumper over his nose, shielding himself against the freezing wind.

His hands brushing furiously against each other.

It's time for me to go home again.

The dancer stands up brushing off the brownish sand from his bottom, giving up pretty soon as he notices his black baggy shorts will never be dark as they were before he sat down.

A sudden pulsing vibration makes Hoseok look down at his pockets, where he finds his phone ringing.

Jungkook ...

He picks up in an instant, the youngster never calls him. Wild thoughts come and go creating worst case scenarios in the older's mind.

"Hi Hobi! How have you been?" Jungkook asks with an enthusiastic voice.

"I'm alright kookie, what about you? Why are you calling me at this hour? Did something happen?" Hoseok asks in a haste.

Eventhough the Maknae didn't seem distressed, he might be hiding it.

"Oh no no! Well ... I did have a few drinks to much he he." Jungkook giggles, hiccuping a few times.

Hoseok rolls his eyes.

Such a little brat.

"Is this your 'drunk confession' moment? No Jungkook I don't want to be with you." The singer bursts out laughing.

If Hoseok had any doubts before, he was certain now. The boy was definitely drunk.

Never in a thousand years was that joke so funny to make the younger laugh so hard.

"You're so funny!" Hoseok giggles at the other's foolishness, having already forgotten how funny it once was with all the boys.

"But I'm serious now! Listen to me." Jungkook changes tone but his laughter is still there.

"I got this idea ... I already called the others. I want to invite you ..." He cuts off midsentence to hiccup again.

"To meet up with us at our old mansion." Hoseok was shocked to say the least.

Jungkook was the one to stay with it after they parted ways. They all decided to give the Maknae the house since he was the one to lose the most of his adolescence for the band.

"Hey! You still there? I think he hung up ..." just as Jungkook started sobbing, Hoseok anwsers.

"Okay."

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First one out! What are your thoughts on it? Did you like it?

I'm sorry I gave my best to make it a bit funny as well but my sad side took over T-T

But next time will be more fun since the boys will meet up!