It hit Jungkook all at once.
With just one word, Jungkook witnessed a physical representation of the word beauty.
His voice was the color of fresh green grass in early spring. It was the color of the warm sun kissing his face in early summer. It was the crisp, clear blue of tropical waters. It was the color of drinking hot cocoa in front of the fire, bundled up in blankets in midwinter. It was the color of a warm breeze on a hot day. It was the color of a clear, night sky, the galaxy and constellations completely visible to the naked eye.
It was the color of a young child's laughter. It was the color of a mother's smile, a father's embrace, a brother or sister's encouragement.
It was the color of beauty. It was the color of euphoria. It was the color of safety.
It was the color of home.
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The end
Hope y'all enjoyed! I really liked writing this. Now question; there will be two books following this, a prequel, and then a final sequel tying everything together if that's what you want. So my question is, which would you like first?
Prequel
or
Sequel
(comment on which one you'd like to see next)
And yes, this is the end to this book. Yes, I ended it like that on purpose. There were some things that I hid. Props to anyone who can figure them out ;)
Love y'all! See you soon
-haley
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Black {m.yg + j.jk}
FanfictionJungkook can see people's auras, either with how they react to things or with how they speak. Black is the only color he never wants to see. Yoongi is a transfer, and he doesn't speak. There is only one way for Jungkook to figure out his aura, and t...
