“Stop now.” Yoongi’s brain hissed when he suddenly started to build his own version of forever in his tiny little space at the back of his head that he had abandoned years ago. “You don’t want to be hurt again, do you?” added his brain.

There was a finality in the sentence that amused him to no end, because how could his own brain talked to him like that? It’s not like he could stop himself from imagining his dream or even his future plan out of sudden, right? That’s why it existed in his body, isn’t it? To think, to plan... “And for you not to make another stupid mistakes again.” His brain was screaming by now.

Yoongi blinked a couple of times before the truth hit him like a brick right on his face. He nearly chocked on his own hot tea when he realized that his heart started to protest. He inhaled the cold air around him and opened his palm to feel the water that was pouring down from the sky in attempt to cool himself down. It was cold and almost freezing and it was the first time he felt glad that he ordered a hot tea instead of a cold baverage the waiter recommended him earlier.

“But I like him, “ his heart started the conversation in his head again after two sipped of his favorite drink, “and I might love him. I don’t know it yet but i think it’s okay to imagine things once in a while, right?”

“You don’t even know him that well and you just said you love him?” Yoongi felt his brain screaming loudly in his head, “non-sense!”

“I just knew it and-“

“And look what it did to you years ago? Heart-broken, hurt, and lost. You built your so-called forever with him within it! I thought you’ve mature enough for not planting that stupid idea in your head again.”

“But Namjoon is not him! Namjoon is a different person and I’m sure he is worth it.” The heart tried to argue as best as it could because as much as it hated it, heart could understand what the brain meant. Because they’ve dealt with a heart-break together for years.

“Yeah, and a different person guarantee no heart-break in the future, I get your reasoning, really.”

“But I shall try, shan’t I? If I don’t try, I won’t know.” Yoongi’s heart was really stubborn sometimes and it amused him that no body suspicious that he might be mad when he mutterred the last sentence rather loudly.

“Fine, suit yourself!” The brain surrendered, too tired making some attempts to guard the heart. “But don’t come to me when he doesn’t feel the same way about your forever.”

“If that happen, then I understand fully. Because who will pick a daisy when they are surrounded by thousands of roses?” Now, he whispered that to his half-empty cup of tea while staring blankly at the liquid inside.

“And now you’re back to your pessimistic self that I hate so much...”

The rain has stopped and Yoongi decided that he would probably take this brain versus heart argument into consideration when he talked to Namjoon later.