Because To Me, You're One Of A Kind I VKook I ✔ I Re-writing

Taehyung's Encounter (Re-written)

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As I stood there, still as a rock. Kim Taehyung in front of me. Colors greeted me from all different directions. Replacing my gray world with lovable vibrant colors.

Mom said that the color rush she experienced when she first met dad was very romantic.

I never dreamed of a color rush or meeting my probe for that matter.

But all that aside, this is bad.

This is really bad.

The light in the infirmary room greeted me as I opened my eyes. The pain of new colors was unbearable for me. I could barely open my eyes.

"Jungkook."

Taehyung noticed my awakening. The nurse did too.

I made eye contact with him, he greeted me with a smile through his black mask.

"Jeon Jungkook."

I squinted my eyes to get them to focus more on the nurse and the different shades. However, as much as I tried, I just couldn't open them. Even when closing my eyes, the vibrant colors in the room just wouldn't give me a break.

I could tell Taehyung was getting closer to me, inspecting me. "His eyes seem to be closed but moving," he turned to face the nurse, "Is it because of the color rush?"

"I'm not sure, I can't say for sure, since it's my first time witnessing a case like this." The nurse furrowed her eyebrows.

"But I'm right. It's proof that he's experiencing a color rush."

"Be a doctor yourself if you're so sure."

I snickered in my thoughts. I could sense Taehyung's eye roll even with my eyes shut.

"I need to get out to collect some materials, so keep an eye on him."

After hearing the nurse leave, Taehyung spoke up in a calming and soothing voice. "Jeon Jungkook, you can open your eyes now."

Trying my hardest, I widened my eyes as hard as I could and opened my eyes and was greeted by Kim Taehyung looking down at me with his hands in his pockets. I can open my eyes now since the color rush calmed down, but it still hurts, but at a point where I can take it.

Kim Taehyung crouched next to my bed, getting closer to me. Sighing, "Do you want something for your headache?"

I immediately answered with a soft "Yes."

Without any warning, Taehyung started shifting up into a sitting position. "Wait! I'm too dizzy."

"Why? Is it because you can see colors now?"

I didn't answer him and just stayed quiet.

"Still, you should take some medicine."

Forcing me to get up, he held my back and pushed me up with a small force whilst I was clutching my head from the pain I was having.

Giving up, I faced my back to him with my leg dangling on the other side. I looked down and I noticed a light tint of color in my school uniform. My pants aren't gray anymore. I started caressing my pants and rubbing them to see if the color faded. It remained. It was a grayish color, not that vibrant, but it was just as beautiful as the colors I experienced in the classroom. I noticed my hands, have they always been this white? I clutched the fabric with my pale hands, and caressed it once again, on the verge of tears and flittering my eyelids to keep the tears away.

Whispering from behind, "That's the color of the ocean." Taehyung softly spoke, in an unfamiliar but calming voice.

Ocean? Has the ocean always been this striking?

"The color of the ocean?"

"Yes, it's pretty, isn't it?"

"What's wrong?" He continued, noticing my lack of an answer.

"The oceans I saw were of a different color, you know," I answered him, trying hard to avoid eye contact.

"How the moonlight shines on the water always fascinated me, but this is the color of that water."

Taehyung continued to dig holes into me with his stare.

All of a sudden, the colors started fading. I visibly panicked.

"What is it? "

"The colors! I'm losing them," I say as I clutch the white blanket underneath me. I looked around the room one last time. The once softly tinted room started to go back to gray. The documents, the wooden tables, the snacks, the bottled pills, my uniform, they all went back to the same color I have been experiencing for 16 years. I've never felt this disappointed before.

"Decoloring?" Taehyung says.

"Are the colors disappearing?" He asked.

I looked to my side slightly and softly nodded to him as a reply. "Yeah..." I sighed and looked up at the ceiling.

I felt a slight touch on the back of my head. I swatted Taehyung's hand away like a fly. Trying to form my words, "I don't like being touched by anyone!" I yelled, looking back and glaring at him, trying to stay calm.

"Then you should know that," He moved closer, our lips would've met if it weren't for his mask. Staring into my eyes, "I'm more than just anyone to you."

"A mono and his probe, that's what I am, aren't I?"

You don't get it Taehyung, you should be terrified for your life right now.