YELLOW | yj x bg

☀︎ two.

—yeonjun

If I could describe Beomgyu in one word, it would be 'yellow.' Not only because he puts on a yellow sweater to school on days he feels cold (and I have to pretend i don't want to hug him ally he time) but because he also wears a shirt that has a yellow-colored smiley face to, as he says and I quote, 'promote happiness.'

Yellow because he loves blowing dandelion seeds, encouraging me to do the same, but not before telling him to make a wish because then the dandelions will be able to carry them far away, and hopefully they'll manifest into reality. Yellow because he brings the sun into view; he turns my gloomy clouds into the background scenery whenever he steps into the picture.

The room brightens in his presence, as if the sun itself has stepped in, enveloping the surrounding people in its warmth, that deep hue of citrus and honey, etched into a patchwork in one being. Yellow i've accidentally heard "Yellow" by Coldplay blasting through his headphones countless times.

Yellow because he loves lemon zest, lemon cream biscuits, lemon-flavored perfume, lemonade, candied lemon peels. I pokes fun at him sometimes even though he loves things related to lemon, what he abhors is the fruit itself.

Yellow because he's inviting, welcoming, cheerful. You don't feel like you've truly started the day unless he waves at you and shares a friendly greeting in passing. Bonus points if he purposely stops you and gets the conversation going even if you've never seen him before in your life.

He's the kind of person to send invitations to every single person for someone else's party, he's the kind who'll get a lonely, reserved person burst out of his shell, he's the kind to talk about what every student in high school thinks cringey to even mention the word of; dreams. He's the kind to put daffodils in your pocket in hopes that it serves as a lucky charm. He's the kind of person to do activity like, "write a letter to somebody if you knew you won't send it" as a means of self-help therapy, but by the end musters up enough courage to send it to the addressed person.

Yellow because of toothy grin that exposes his gums when he plays with those bunny ears he wears. That looney-tunes jumper suit he hasn't stopped wearing ever since I sent it to him as a birthday gift. Yellow because he preaches kindness. If it was coming from anyone other than Beomgyu, I wouldn't have paid them a second glance, because I'd doubt a word they say. But with Beomgyu, he keeps his word.

He keeps his word for the smallest things. He remembers I asked him to bring a vinyl CD of a classic singer I used to love, even if I myself forgot. He keeps his word when he tells me he's going to pay the next time we eat at Baskin Robbin's because I paid for him three times in a row. He keeps his word when he says we'll watch our favorite movie because he wants to know everything that made me who I am today.

Yellow because he watches cat videos when he's sad and trying to make himself feel better. Yellow because his round, marshmallow-like face and brightening smile reminds me that there's more to life than test grades and college applications and tips that customers leave you. Yellow because he can't go to sleep unless he's clutching at least three different soft toys to his chest.

Yellow because I can't think of a color that suits him better.

I don't want to believe he's imperfect, I really can't. I can't bring myself to face a reality where he's anything other than what he's shown me for 3 years. 1095 days. That's 26,280 solid hours I've been thinking of him nonstop, even while I'm sleeping.

Other than the Beomgyu who waits at the staircase to help me up, who notices I'm feeling down in class and passes a note to me with an overly used dad joke in an attempt to make you laugh. Yes, who occasionally shared deep, philosophical musics and strong opinions, but balanced it out with his well-versed innocence.

I'm not ready to find out if there's a hidden side to Beomgyu.