colour // phan

a beginning.

"see you soon!" dan waves, crinkles appearing beneath his eyes and dimples popping on his rosy cheeks as a smile grows on his lips.

"ok!" pj shouts back, his phone in his hand, thumb gliding across the screen. his eyes linger to dan, a small grin on his face. pj stands up, taking slow steps towards the male, soft footsteps echoing throughout the silent room.

dan can feel arms wrap around his waist, and rouge roses blooming on his cheeks as pj's face hover near dan's neck, pressing his soft lips against the other man's cold flesh. chills travel up dan's spine as he can feel pj's warm, minty breath, each breath making dan's face flush harder.

"just remember to be careful, ok?" pj whispers, brows furrowing in worriment. he leaves a short kiss on his neck before waving away, watching dan exit the door.

dan adjusts his scarf to be higher up his face, the slightly scratchy material warming his numb-turning cheeks as the winter air bites his skin, causing his cheeks and nose to flush a soft peachy colour. the sleeves of dan's jumper reach his fingertips, the thick, velvety material keeping his skin from numbing.

the sounds of traffic and cars ring in dan's ears. the chitter chatter of people walking past and footsteps is all he gets from his sense of hearing. it keeps him distracted, almost, blocking out the thought of the previous event whirring in his mind. dan takes a deep breath and lets it out, the carbon dioxide swirling into oblivion.

his feet carry him to the location, cane helping him guide his way and when a person pushes their hands on foggy glass door, a small, lonely golden bell ringing through his ears and the strong aroma of fresh caffeine and cake. with empty calories filling his mostly numb senses, he knows he's reached the coffee shop that phil would be waiting for him at.

dan stumbles in, and after a couples seconds of unsureness of where to walk to, he hears a "dan!" from nearby, and whips his head to the sound. their flushed faces face each other, from both the cold and each other's presence, as dan heads over to phil.

"hi." dan starts, a dimpled grin shown on his face as he seats himself on a chair. strokes of milky liquid sunlight is reflecting off the glass table, the foggy window filtering it as a soft shade of snow is projected onto his face.

"hello." the man waves, knowing the gesture would not be seen by the other man yet feeling it would still be impolite to not do so.

the two men talk for the next couple hours, their interests matching and fitting in together as dan accompanies himself with a cup of rich, hot chocolate, something sweet, and filled with sips of sugary joy. phil chose a mug of bitter caffeine, something that tasted quite different from the other drink, but was just what phil needed with some creamer and sugar to mend his headaches and warm his body.

he orders another mug, as dan chats away, not thinking of anything when a tall, curly-haired male takes phil's order. but when dan hears the familiar voice filling his ears, he stops to turn to him.

"peej, is that you?"

"you bet it is."

dan giggles, as a smile tugs on phil's lips, adoring the small melody.

"well, i want you to meet phil. phil, this is my flat mate pj."

"nice to meet you, pj."

their hands meet and shook, and as dan is glowing across the table, phil has an uneasy feeling that is eating away at him, as the once genuine smile was replaced with a fake one.

before phil knows it, the sinking sun is seen out the window. a shade of yale is smoothly blended into a warm coral; a tint of banana seen in the gradient as he listens to dan chatter away. the tired star gives all the last moments of light it can, projecting the warm colour onto dan's face in the darkening room.

"phil?" dan squeaks, brown eyes dripping with interest as the orange sun reflects off his irises and the lights of the café flicker on.

"hm?" the man croaks, the edge of a second cup of coffee between his lips, sipping the liquid and feeling it travel down his throat, the drink providing a sensation that spreads throughout his stomach and warming his body.

"what does colour look like?" the fragile face and lean figure ponders; gentle fingertips curling around the mug stood on the table before him. the younger man's knees were against his chest, as he rests one side of his head on his knee, cheek squishing against the form.

"u-u-um," phil responds, not knowing what to say at the question, not knowing how to define colour, let alone describe how it looks. his head turns from the window to look at dan, a garden of tulips blooming as he sees the calm, tired body with plump, parted lips, flushed cheeks, and messy locks.

"w-well," he continues, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. "it's pretty much impossible but," he sighs. "i can try to explain."

phil's hand reaches up and runs itself through his fringe, as dan flashes phil a lopsided smile and beams from across the table.

"thank you."

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i'M SORRY I WAS AWAY FOR SO LO N G

you guys don't deserve this shskdj

but this chapter to very long to write for some reason??

but yo at least i got up to 900 words

sry for annoying you

also we're almost at 200 reads hoLY SH IT G UY S

tysm~~ 😩💙💙

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