DLMLU ~ Hiatus ~

Monochrome

Monochrome

adjective;

involving or producing visual images in a single color or in varying tones of a single color

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It had been a whole two weeks since Minho, his brother and Seungmin joined Chan, Changbin, Jisung and Hyunjin at their bunker. Felix began fitting in right away. It only made sense when half of them were around the same age. Minho learnt he was older than Changbin but younger than Chan making him the second oldest in the bunker. It made him feel even more out of place thinking that. Even Seungmin somehow broke out of his shell. Minho on the other hand, he still felt out of place. Indifferent with the environment and the people who he hardly knew. He had his good and bad days but most times he felt like an outcast. He knew he didn't fit in. Maybe it was the serious look on his face all the time, or he couldn't fit in with the sense of sarcasm. He would observe every single person who got close, to Felix especially. He was his little brother, so it was only natural he would want to take care of him more then anyone else.

But besides that, Minho came to terms his wonderful roommate seems to be quite introverted as well. That wasn't the original thought he had to begin with when he took care of him when he was injured. Thats been a month ago now. Minho shuddered at the thought that in a mere two days of meeting them Changbin and Jisung both saw the excessive scars that littered his body. Jisung probably has seen ten times the amount. His face turned a deep red at the thought of how much Jisung has seen.

"They're beautiful..." His words still echoed. And even though he told him they were scars of a coward, Jisung still felt they were beautiful and kept saying how strong he was. The way he had still traced his fingers along them delicately leaving him with the sensation of shivers that still lingers. Most of the cuts and bruising are faded which is ideal, he hated those the most.

Minho couldn't get Jisungs tattoo out of his mind either. Cherry blossoms meant a lot of things. To Minho all he saw was the trees representing the beauty of life and hope for a brighter future. They also stand for the coming of spring. Flowers bloom and regrow. Natural flowers hardly tainted by evil. They are pure.

He laid on the futon in the living room drawing sketches of the blossoms. His hands just drew what came naturally. His fingers were covered in lead shavings lingered on the paper and on his stomach. Silvers and greys splotch marks that Minho wiped and shaded. The solid details and softness of the flowers. The more he looked at the sketch, the more he saw. His cheeks and ears burned seeing a faded face in behind the blossomed tree.

His mind just kept on going. Occasionally flipping through more and more crinkled pages of his sketchbook. It wasn't smart at this moment realising that all the contents would end up on a bleached white t-shirt, but it didn't really matter at the time because Minho was in his own world. His sanctuary if he might add. Felix was with Chris, grabbing groceries. Seungmin was with Hyunjin and Changbin doing something, that he didn't really care to ask about. And well Jisung? He is casually sitting in the living room, hood up blasting music from the earbuds he had. His eyes closed, as if he were calm. It got him thinking... Why was Jisung here in the silence with him while he could be anywhere else.

But he chose here.

His hands stopped drawing for a split second to clean the shavings off his shirt to place on the table just to be placed in the trash later. He glanced at Jisung once again. His face seemed relaxed while always listening to music. He wished he could feel that relaxed. It was probably creepy staring at a beautiful male like him. His eye lashes were relatively long as well, his cheeks slightly puffed out a small gap between his lips. His fingers were laced together. All in all, he looked peaceful and ethereal.