WELP. YOSOO FAM IM BACK.

Sorry it took so long I know everyone was eagerly awaiting this chapter. But to put it simply, my co-workers at my job surprised me with a PS4. So I literally have been playing Final Fantasy XV non-stop alright? What can I say, i'm a gamer first before i'm a writer. lol.

This chapter was also a pain in the butt to write as well because I was debating for the longest time on how I wanted it to go. Then I got in the shower this morning and POOF. Ideas hit me like a truck and I was like: IM A GENIUS.

So here it is. Enjoy my lovely YoSoo fam. I hope this was worth the wait. :D

He remembered the rain.

It was raining the day his younger brother was born. His first initial thought of the new baby was utter disgust and annoyance. After all, he was the second eldest closer in line to the Crown Prince. What use was there for another sibling? But he remembered being summoned to his mother's quarters a few days after the birth. His mother was sitting on the bed with a royal physician checking her pulse. The birth had given her body a small shock so she was forced to be bedridden until her body could resettle itself. "He didn't cry right away," his mother suddenly said in the awkward silence as Yo sat there, unsure of what he was supposed to do. He was still a child himself, but he had a level of maturity and smarts that even the Crown Prince Mu didn't have at his age. "But he's a fighter," she said with look of satisfaction on her face.

Looking back now, this was perhaps the only time their mother ever loved So unconditionally.

Yo remembered looking over at the small bundle carried by a servant and thinking that this little baby had already been gaining their mother's attention. He had given her a hard time during her pregnancy, but there was a look in his mother's eyes that made him wonder if perhaps her seeing his will to fight was giving her ideas. He felt a strange negative feeling wash over him like fire causing his fingers to curl into his palms. He looked at his younger brother for the first time, and the feeling vanished the moment his eyes set upon the baby's face.

He looked on in awe, his expression forming into one of wonder.

"Wang So is his name," his mother said, watching him with a sharp gaze. He wasn't aware that his lips were curling into a smile nor did he notice the new feeling that washed over him. It was a feeling that he decided to welcome with open arms.

He felt pride then. A feeling that wouldn't last in the years to come. When the childhood innocence would be snatched away by a mere scar that was made upon So's face.

Wang Yo was staring out the window of Ha Jin's apartment looking out at the grey sky as the rain continued to fall. He thought he didn't dream anymore, but how could last night's dream be considered as one when it was really just a memory? Why was he thinking of So of all people? That part of his life was long gone and whatever familial bond he had with his brothers was over now. When he went back, he was going to be even more ruthless than when he left.

"Wang Yo?" Ha Jin's voice suddenly cut him from his thoughts and he turned to look at her. She was going to leave for work and leave him alone for a few hours. He didn't really care either way. Being alone in this place was no different than being alone in the palace. "Sleep okay?" she asked him gently and he regarded her quietly. She smelled sweet up close, it was a perfume smell he wasn't aware of or perhaps it was something else? Either way, the smell was interesting, but he glanced back out the window. She regarded his silence with a small sigh. "I know this is all hard to take in, but in order for me to help you, you have to make an effort yourself," she chided him and he almost scoffed. She really had no idea who he was.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" he retaliated in return and she narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms and staring him back down with her bright eyes that looked all too innocent but had a certain fierceness to them. How impressive.

"Don't bite the hand that feeds you," she said before taking out a small card and handing it to him. He looked at it curiously, unsure of what was written on the card. "Its my phone number, I know you don't have a cellphone and I know that you really cannot understand anything right now and for that I apologize, I'm doing my best," she said looking a little tired herself.

The girl who had nothing was doing everything for the prince who belonged nowhere.

"But if you ever get lost, you can tell someone to call that number and i'll find you okay? No matter what," she said, staring at him so he could make sure that he knew that. He nodded finally allowing her a small piece of mind. "I left you lunch and some breakfast, make sure you eat. I'm off tomorrow so we'll spend some money i've been saving to go shopping and maybe cut your hair," she said glancing at his hair which he had left down.

"What?" he said with unexpected harshness and she flinched realizing herself.

"Okay, maybe not the hair. I'm sorry. I forgot that was… alright, we'll leave that alone," she cleared her throat. "Just… try not to leave the apartment until I get back, but I don't want to leave you locked up either. Just go up and down the street if you need to stretch your legs alright? It's all the same street and the city doesn't appear for a few miles anyway, so you shouldn't get as lost," she said and she glanced at the small bracelet on her wrist, her eyebrows shooting up. "Oh i'm late, alright, please wait for me to come back, i'll make something good for dinner!" she said before turning around and running out the door, locking it behind her.

He stared at the locked door for a moment before glancing at the table which had a bowl of rice and some sides that looked like eggs, ham, vegetables, and a few others things. He sat down staring at the small portion of food that was only made for one person. In the palace they would have large meals with just a little bit of everything. He never thought about going hungry as there was always food there when he decided he needed to eat. He wasn't a big eater like Jung, who ate more than three men combined, but he wasn't really a big fan of eating in general either. If humans didn't need to eat he probably would rather spend his time reading or planning for the throne.

He really enjoyed tea though, there wasn't a moment that he wouldn't be drinking his favorite tea.

His stomach began to protest and he sighed, allowing himself to take a bite of the rice and egg that Ha Jin made for him, just so he could settle his stomach down. But when he took a single bite he paused, savoring the taste of flavor in his mouth. Their dinner last night was from another place and while it was good it reminded him of how the palace food tasted. This was… this was something different. He had this same exact food many times and this was the first time that it tasted so different. How was that even possible? Was there a difference in how she cooked versus all the cooks that made the same meal over and over again?

He didn't realize that he started eating again, devouring most of the food in such a hurry that his stomach ended up protesting him eating more than he ever did possible. He did that in the hospital when Ha Jin had brought snacks, but she didn't cook those and at the time he was just starving. This was… how could he possibly describe this? He leaned back in his seat, satisfied and glanced over the meal. There was another one that was covered up and he assumed that was for lunch. He felt himself looking forward to it.

Did Ha Jin eat this morning?

The traitorous thought popped into his head unexpectedly and he recalled Ha Jin getting up early in the morning, cooking in the kitchen while he was still feigning sleep. She hummed to herself as she cooked, probably unaware that she did it. He listened as she cooked and when she was done she headed back to her room to get ready. That was when he decided to get up and stand by the window. She must not have eaten at all. The fool.

He glanced at the front door again and listened as the rain continued to fall. It sounded like it wouldn't let up all day and Yo wasn't sure he would like that. He knew what he needed to do and what he needed to try to get himself back to his time. So why was he hesitating? He was in the future, in all technicality everyone back then is dead. There is no king, there is no palace. There is nothing. All of that is gone.

But did he want to let it go?

He stood by the door and it offered him a choice. Freedom or to return? He placed his hand on the door knob and unlocked the door. He opened it and stepped out into the rain without a second's hesitation.

There is an old tea shop hidden within the outskirts of the city. It looked old, and had been there for quite a long time. People pass by it every day, and some notice it and others do not. Either way, the shop's door never seem to open. The state of the inside of the shop looked clean and lacking in dust, so of course there was someone that took care of it. But why did it never seem to open?

What people didn't realize, was that this shop only opened on rainy days.

Today it was raining and the small shop turned on its lights for the first time in a while. A woman entered through the back and peered over her supplies, making sure each and every thing had its place. She carried different variety of herbs and spices as well as a counter specific for serving tea to customers. Everything in her shop had an old fashioned style to it and the teas she would serve were all hand made. She grinded the ingredients together by hand, blended the herbs and spices to perfection and even used the old style pots to boil everything together. She sold tea packets that she made if customers wished for them, but most of the time she brewed everything that day until it was time to close shop.

Just as she finished her routine check up the woman noticed a man standing outside her door, using the small cover above her entrance to shield from the rain. He looked thoroughly soaked and held his arms together like he were shivering. She observed him before heading over to the door and unlocking it, open it gently as the cool breeze from the rain entered into the warm shop. "Come in," she said to the man who turned to look at her. "Have a warm cup of tea and warm up," she said and he looked right at her.

The expression of his face seemed to shift into one of confusion at her behavior before his eyes settled on her face and his eyebrows shot up like he recognized her. "Lady Oh?" he whispered and she merely tilted her head at the name. She didn't make a comment about it and gently grabbed his arm, forcing him to come into the warm shop. He breathed out and she headed into the back to grab a towel and old clothes for him.

"Here," she said forcing the items into his hands. "Go change in the back, the bathroom is on the left," she said, leaving him no room to protest. His mouth wavered, wanting to say something but he moved to the back of the shop instead, changing clothes in the bathroom and drying off. When he came back she was currently brewing some tea and gave him a warm cup that he held with shivering hands sighing at the warmth it held.

"You shouldn't be out in the rain this time of year, the winter is nearly here and you could get sick," she chided him, fanning at the pot and turning her attention on another. He watched her the whole time not once taking a sip of the tea. She looked at him and urged him to drink it with her gaze and he flinched slightly before looking down and taking a sip. His expression shifted and he swallowed, staring at it with deeper confusion.

"This is…"

"Ginseng with my own little mix," she said simply and he didn't question further on what else it was. It tasted bitter, but had a tang of sweetness in the aftertaste that made him want to drink a little bit more. "Now, answer me this, why were you running around in the rain?" she asked, continuing her brewing. He remained silent and the woman observed him. "You have a large burden on your shoulders," she finally said causing him to look at her. "This burden is causing you a lot of stress and anxiety, you should consider releasing yourself from it," she said and the young man before her made a slight face in disbelief.

"And how could you tell?" he asked her bitterly.

"Your body language says it all, even if you try to hide it," she replied and his eyes narrowed, clenching the cup tighter. "It is your choice to hold onto it, because I can see that whatever this burden is means, a lot to you." he looked away. "In life we have to make sacrifices for things that we want, you just have to make sure that sacrifice is one you never regret in the years to come," she glanced at the pot pouring out a fresh cup of tea and sliding it next to him. He glanced at it. "Drink some more tea, it'll help you relax." she said and he stared at her, noticing her similarities with Court Lady Oh and her, but yet, they seemed entirely different too.

"What if…" he suddenly began unsure of the words that were beginning to come out of his mouth. "What if you found yourself in a place that was unfamiliar to you? There are people and places you recognize, but those people aren't the same people you once knew? What if, you found yourself… alone?" he asked, trying to stop his mouth from speaking even further, but the woman who was so similar with Court Lady Oh just stood there and listened. Something about her just made him want to speak.

"You could have everything and be alone too," she said and that made him pause. "You could be the king of the country and have all these people to your disposal. You could have wives and children as well as plenty of money to spend on whatever you wished," That was what he wanted right? The throne? "But even if all those people were around right now, you'll still be alone. There isn't anyone that is truly on your side, and that I think is far lonelier than finding yourself in an unfamiliar place." she said and he just stared at his tea. "I think you aren't alone, you may think you are. But I know there is someone that is willing to help you, if you accept it."

The door behind him jingled as someone came into the shop.

"Is he here?" a familiar voice asked and Wang Yo turned in his seat to see Ha Jin by the door. Her expression held panic but as soon as her eyes set on him he saw her relax and let out a sigh of relief. He felt his chest tighten in guilt and he looked away.

"Yes, he's doing fine," the woman replied gently offering Ha Jin a towel herself and a warm cup of tea. "The rain will stop soon, drink some tea before you both go," she said and Ha Jin took her cup of tea with gratefulness. The woman so similar to Lady Oh disappeared into the back of the shop for a moment, giving the two some alone time. They sat awkwardly together both listening to the bubbling water and the crackling firewood as it burned in the back, cooking something fresh. Wang Yo stared at his cup in order to avoid looking at her.

"I thought you went to the lake," she said suddenly breaking the tension. "So I went there first, but you were nowhere to be found," she said and she rubbed at the wooden counter, keeping her eyes firmly on what she was doing. "I thought for some reason you jumped into the lake, maybe as some attempt to go back to your time," she said and he glanced at her. "I was worried that it didn't work and maybe I'll end up finding your body or…" she paused and swallowed, clearing her throat. "I'm stupid for thinking that, but you've been so distant from me and I know everything is unfamiliar to you, and I'm trying to hard to help you and I don't have the proper money and support to be able to do that and-"

"Ha Jin," he said but she kept on talking.

"But you know, it's hard for me too. I mean my ex-boyfriend and friend left me with all this debt and i'm trying to stay positive. I haven't even told my mom yet because I know she will be so disappointed and she'll be even more upset with me if I her I was letting a man stay at my house. She would lecture me day and night how inappropriate it was and I really don't want to have to-"

"Ha Jin," he insisted, grabbing her hand to get her attention and making her words die in her throat when she realized how he said her name. They stared at each other, both not noticing how close they actually were when they sat together. He still had a grip on her hand and Ha Jin swallowed unable to look away from his intense gaze.

"Yes…?" she whispered, because she dare not speak any louder.

"Thank you," he said and her whole body stiffened like she were shot. "You didn't have to help me, but, I appreciate that you did" he said, looking uncomfortable as he said this. She almost wanted to laugh. The man who had given her so much shit, was thanking her? Oh man.

"You're welcome," she finally said and he looked a little at ease. She glanced down at their hands and he realized that he was still gripping her and pulled his away like it burned.

"I left the house because I needed to clear my head," he said, looking back at his cup. "I was considering going back to the lake because I thought that maybe it would be the key to going back to my time," he tapped his finger on the wood counter. "But I knew that it wouldn't be that easy, but by the time I decided to head back it started pouring and I ended up here," he finished, growing silent. She watched him for a moment, noticing the tired expression on his face. "I hate relying on people, and you helping me only annoys me, but I know I don't have a choice if I want to survive here." he said and looked at her. Just what exactly happened to him in the past to make him like this? So stiff and untrusting of anyone.

"You'll… accept my help?" she asked and he nodded.

"Yeah, tomorrow we'll go shopping and you can buy me clothes and whatever else you planned to do," he said. "And… cut my hair too," she stared in shock.

"Are… are you sure? Because I know your hair is-"

"I know," he snapped and she flinched. "I know…" he said, softer this time. "But if i'm stuck here, I need to… try to fit in," he said, gritting his teeth and looking uncomfortable. She placed a hand on his arm with a reassuring smile and he looked at her.

"Alright, if that's what you really want to do," she said, not wanting to push him at all. He hesitated a second longer before his expression shifted to a determined one and he nodded.

"Yeah, that's what I want to do,"

"Okay," she said and he looked a little at ease.

"The rain has stopped if you both wish to head home," the woman that owned the shop said and both Wang Yo and Ha Jin jumped at her sudden entrance. Neither hearing her come back into the room.

"O-oh… yes thank you for giving me a call earlier to tell me where he was," Ha Jin said gathering her purse and the bag of Wang Yo's wet clothes that the woman kindly put in a bag for them to take back home.

"Of course, please try not to get lost again. Your friend was really worried about you," the woman said, looking at him. Wang Yo just nodded and Ha Jin dug out her wallet.

"How much do I owe you for the tea?" she asked and the woman shook her head.

"Don't worry about it," she said. "The tea I serve is needed, I don't charge for that," Ha Jin looked confused but when she was about to protest the woman's face dared her to try and she decided it was best to leave it be. "Be safe on your way home," she said to them both and Ha Jin bowed in thanks, urging Wang Yo to do the same before walking off with him in tow.

The woman watched them for a moment feeling something familiar about them before glancing up as the last bit of rain dropped from the skies, making clear for the bright moon and stars. She gave a soft smile at the sight. "The rain has stopped," she said to herself and headed into her shop, changing her sign to closed and shutting off all the lights.