Black {m.yg + j.jk}

II

"How was your day, Jungkookie?"

Seokjin's soft pink voice sounded like a calm melody to Jungkook, ridding him of any stress he may have had weighing on his shoulders. His faint red glow did the same; unlike the man he'd run into at the mall, Seokjin's red reminded him of the glow of a fireplace; comforting and warm.

Jungkook smiled. "It's been good, hyung. My class this morning was cancelled, so I got a little more sleep than usual."

His hyung's smile was contagious, making the corners of his lips curl up as well. "That's good, Kookie. Remember that you always need at least-"

"Eight hours of sleep. Yes, hyung, you've told him and the rest of us a million times already!"

Seokjin gave him an annoyed look. Jimin shook his head and continued. "I still don't understand how you all manage to get at least eight hours of sleep a night. With all of my homework and practice, I only manage a solid four, five if I'm lucky."

Jimin was a rarity, when his aura exactly matched his voice and his hair, the only difference being his voice was clear like light, his glow was slightly opaque, and his hair completely solid. The orange color ranged from the color of the fruit when neutral, and neon when his emotions spiked.

This comment from Jimin sent Seokjin on a rant, talking about the benefits of sleep and how lack of it is slowly killing him. For the first time in a while, Jungkook actually saw his hyung's voice change from the friendly pink to a dark pink, almost red.

Not wanting to hear his friends arguing about schedules and betimes, Jungkook observed the regular pallet of the commons, when he eyes saw something unfamiliar.

A boy, looking somewhere around Seokjin's age, sat in the far corners of the commons, right by the window.

His hair was a sleek grey, or maybe silver. He wore black, ripped skinny jeans, a black, gold-lined baseball jersey, and a black snap back sitting backwards on his head. The look was very stylish, and matched with the boy's slick, narrow eyes, sharp jaw, flawless pale skin, and perfect features; it was very sexy and arcane appearance.

Immediately, the boy's glow was a grey. Jungkook didn't know why, but the stormy color may have been associated with his dark outfit, or just the mysterious feel about the older boy.

Jungkook was just beginning to divert his eyes, he witnessed a group of three boys approach the new.

He recognized the boys; he knew their auras and voices, but not their names. Each of them had relatively the same aura; a burning, raging mix of red and orange that resembled that of a wild fire. Everyone learns quickly that it's best to steer clear.

He couldn't hear what they were saying, but Jungkook saw the mouths of the boys move, and the sharp red flow from their mouths.

This angered him. The boys usually waited a while before attacking new "prey"; they wasted no time on this one.

But as the words went on, the look on the new boy's face started becoming darker, and darker, until it was enough to make Jungkook chest clench. And just like his facial expression, the boy's aura changed as well. The grey had become blacker than the abyss, and this struck a few strings in Jungkook. This color of black, the black that seems to dim lights, represented cold. It represented the strongest, yet the most emotionless, merciless. There was only one other person ever that was capable of this color.

Noticing the visibly shaken Jungkook, Seokjin put a gentle hand on the younger's shoulder. "Kookie, are you alright?"

"H-Hyung, he's black. He's b-black hyung."

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I'm back :3

I love all these comments about racist Kookie X'D

-Haley