Spectrum of Colors

Chapter 6: Unlucky week. The hoodies incident.

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The next week they had been a little more distant. They never coincidentally met each other in the building spaces, this time luck wasn't on their side.

They still talked from morning until they went to sleep through messages. Hoseok would tell him all about his day, how he felt at work, how happy he was when a patient was totally healed, or how anxious and sad he felt with each new patient's case.

Sometimes he would tell Yoongi all about his weird dreams, or what he had for breakfast. One time he told Yoongi he had broken a dish while washing them, and on other occasions he would tell Yoongi about his boss, his colleagues, about the horrible bus he would have to take every morning to get to work and even about the awful tasting coffee they got at work.

Yoongi was happy speaking with him, he had never had, whatever it was that he had with Hoseok, it was perfect, and he never felt better in life. He didn't feel lonely anymore.

He loved those messages, that Saturday however, Hoseok had changed his work schedule because he had taken all the afternoon last week to make him feel better when he thought he was sick. So now he had to repay the hours in the afternoon. He asked Yoongi if they could meet on Sunday, but Yoongi that day had promised to visit his family, his brother and parents.

That week they barely saw each other. The next week Yoongi was happy, he was expecting Hoseok's daily messages. He didn't care to be interrupted while he finished writing his novels.

But it was different, early on Monday Hoseok send him a message at 8:00.

Jung Hoseok
Sleeping cutie.
8:00 a.m. 
¡Hey Hyung!
Good morning!
Today I have a difficult question for you,
What do you think I should wear with these clothes?
What color of jacket would be good today? 
[PICTURE ATTACHED]
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Yoongi that day was still in bed, he already was awake, but still inside his cozy covers. He had been missing Hoseok each day more.

He jumped excited when the notification went in. He saw Hoseok had sent him a message. He opened it excited just to feel first happiness watching the picture Hoseok had taken of himself, and the next instant, dread.

He had to read the questions many times. He felt pain, beyond anything. His heart squished painful in his ribs, as if his heart wanted to disappear.

Ten minutes went by and he didn't know how to answer. Those kinds of situations really could trigger him really hard. He was scared, he hated remembering he wasn't normal and he had things he couldn't do.

Someone would say what does it matter to help someone to choose clothes. But for him, he never had a friend like Hoseok, he was in love with him. And would have gladly exchanged one hand to be useful just to help Hoseok with that.

Yoongi had a sudden realization. If Hoseok would be his boyfriend someday, Yoongi would be the kind of boyfriend who couldn't even help his boyfriend to dress for work, or even himself. He felt sad, he looked, and looked at the picture trying to tattoo it in his brain. But still he wondered how Hoseok was, colorly speaking, he wondered what colors his clothes were in the picture. Hoseok deserved a better boyfriend and friend.

Hyungie?
You left me on read.
Why aren't you answering me??
I'm late for work!
Pweaty, pwease?
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Seok my cell phone isn't working sorry,
I actually couldn't see the picture,
I was trying to fix it!

But if you tell me the colors of everything,
I could help you out!