𝐓𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 || sequel to Colors of You

now I see the world in technicolor

The door had slammed between them, leaving Wooyoung alone in the apartment while the older was storming down the stairs. But left behind in the silence, Wooyoung didn't feel at ease at all. He let out a painful sob, kicked his shoes around and pulled his coats down from the rack in the hallway, only to fling them around while screaming the most hateful curse-words.

But then, something happened to him.

When he was sitting on the cold floor, cheeks flooded by his tears and vision blurred out by the same thing, his hand accidentally brushed over the ring laying on the floor.

He picked up it, carefully, stared at it through his tear filled eyes. Seonghwa didn't lie, Yeosang did in fact still have the ring - or, used to at least. With trembling fingers Wooyoung turned the ring around in front of him, and a small detail suddenly revealed itself to him. Inside the rings was an inscription - one which Wooyoung himself knew hadn't been there when he bought the gift for Yeosang.

One day, then forever.

"What?" he mumbled to himself, continuously staring at the linked rings in his hand. Had Yeosang been the one to have the inscription made later on? He must have been...

Wooyoung jumped to his feet, clenching the rings in his hand, while quickly putting on his shoes and jacket, before storming out the door.

He ran down the stairs, nearly tripping several times, with his heart pounding in his throat. Maybe he was too late, Yeosang had most likely had his car wait for him outside the building, but Wooyoung knew he had to at least try. Just one last time.

It was raining outside, hard, making it difficult to see his surroundings. Wooyoung hesitated for a second, debating on which way to go. His heart to him to go right, so he did. He ran down the streets, eyes flickering around in search for the lilac hair.

"Yeosang?" he shouted out loud, gasping for air at the same time. "Yeosang!"

But there was no answer. Wooyoung spun around, multiple times, repeating the older's name in an heartbreaking voice. Was he too late? Was this the definite end of them?

The tears from his eyes fell only to be washed away from the pouring rain. He frantically tried to dry his eyes, but to no use.

"Wooyoung?"

Wooyoung turned around, stumbling over his own feet as he did so, but a strong hand saved him from colliding with the ground.

"I-I love you too." It was the first thing that came to mind, when he stared deeply into Yeosang's eyes again. "I love you very much. I-"

His voice cracked, turned into a pitiful sob, and he was pulled into Yeosang's arms - and held tighter than ever before.

"I'm sorry for hurting you so much," the older whispered to him. "I promise you it will never happen again."

Wooyoung couldn't even respond, and instead he simply snuggled up even closer against Yeosang's chest, not even caring how both of their clothes were soaking wet from the rain.

"You are the love of my life, Jung Wooyoung."

A gentle hand raised Wooyoung's head, enough for their lips to meet. Softly, carefully, everything Wooyoung had never even dared to dream of feeling coming from Yeosang.

It was like a movie scene, kissing in the rain and the city lights shining down over them. And when Wooyoung opened his eyes, and looked at Yeosang's face, the colors of the world finally returned again. Even in the night, nothing had ever seen more vibrant or beautiful than right in that moment.

☾

"I've never seen you so angry before," Wooyoung said with a grin, when both of them had returned to his home, sitting in his room drying their hair with a towel.