title : colours
characters : min yoongi x yoo cha in
❝ before you came into my life; whenever someone asks me what colour i like, i would always stare at them blankly, not knowing what to reply. but now that you're here beside me, if they ever ask me the same question again, i can confidently answer,
"every colour." ❞
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pt.1
"what's your favourite colour?"
i abruptly stopped what i was doing, and took a few moments to process the question. putting my paint brush gently onto the table, i looked up.
"i don't have one."
i would always wonder, how does the burning hot sun look like? how does the calming breezy sea look like? how does the blooming beautiful flowers look like?
how does the world look like?
"how does anyone not have a favourite colour? you are weird."
staring at the black and white person in front of me, i could only force out a little smile. "i'm weird, then."
my eyes trailed down to the canvas. everything was dull, and plain. despite my efforts to paint, all i could see was still the same two colours.
black and white.
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it was autumn. the leaves fell to decorate the ground and the seasons were nearing to an end again.
"gosh, time for me to get busy again."
clutching my books tightly, i turned around to find someone holding a broom and gently sweeping the fallen leaves.
looking by his appearance, it seemed like he was that newly allocated young cleaner that the school talked about earlier this week.
now that i do had a good look at him, isn't he ruining his own future by being a cleaner? why, of all the jobs he could have chosen from, a cleaner?
"kiddo, what are you looking at?"
i didn't realise i was hiding behind a tree, looking at him until my books fell onto the ground with a loud thud.
"n-nothing!" i quickly picked up my books and turned away, hoping that he didn't catch a glance of my face.
"am i such a nice view for you?"
i felt my cheeks growing hotter for no reason and i shook my head aggressively, running away while i can.
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"kiddo. stop staring, you're creepy."
i turned away again and slapped my hands against my face. how did i end up here again when i could have just gone home?
"a-alright." i came out from the tree i was hiding behind and stood right in front of him.
"do you have like, a question to ask me? you have been staring at me since yesterday and honestly i am a little creeped out." he leaned against the tree behind him and used his broom as a support for his arm.
"n-no, i'm just wondering," i gulped in nervousness. sometimes i wonder why the heck am i such a curious cat because if i wasn't one, i wouldn't be standing here right now. i'm betting he would think that i'm such a nosy person or something.
"just ask."
"why are you here as a cleaner?" i breathed out that one gulp of air that i had been holding for so long. i must've seemed so stupid right now.
