Roses are Orange, Violets are Green

Lips as Red as Rose

Morning came and the colors hadn't gone like Taeyong hoped they would. Actually, they were brighter. He was so fucked. Maybe he should just gouge his eyeballs out, they were the whole reason he was going through this weird sexuality crisis in the first place. Taeyong's head was spinning, the colors were making him feel nauseous and knowing Doyoung was his soulmate was making him feel things he wouldn't admit.

He forced himself out of bed. Taeyong was always the first one to wake up and he knew if he wasn't up at a ridiculously early hour it would be slightly suspicious. The sun was burning his eyes, the obnoxious shade of what he thought was called purple but wasn't really sure making his brain melt in his skull. Seeing colors really wasn't as good as it was cracked up to be. He shuffled his way to the kitchen and sat at the table. Truthfully, Taeyong would rather shoot himself than eat anything but he didn't want Doyoung to think anything was wrong with him so he just followed his regular routine hoping he wasn't acting strangely. He thought he was doing a pretty good job until

"Taeyong, are you okay? You look exhausted"

Well that definitely didn't go as planned. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just stayed up late last night." He forced a slight smile. Doyoung squinted at him. He obviously didn't believe him but he didn't say anything else. The rest of the morning went as usual - the pair scrolling through their phones, occasionally talking and bickering about stupid things like 'is pineapple an acceptable pizza topping.' Maybe this wasn't going to be as hard as Taeyong thought, as long as he could keep his feelings hidden then nothing had to change.

But part of him wanted things to change. He's wanted a relationship for so long, he's been trying to find his soulmate for so long and now he's finally found him. It was a little unconventional, dating your best friend comes with some awkwardness and the intense stigma around gay relationships in South Korea doesn't help, but does it really even matter? Sure, they probably wouldn't have a perfect fairytale romance but Taeyong didn't really want that type of relationship. At the end of the day, Taeyong just wanted someone to call his. He wanted someone to talk to, someone to spend time with, someone to do all that sappy lovey-dovey stuff that is kind of sickeningly sweet to look at with. Apparently Doyoung was that someone. Doyoung was the one he spent countless nights worrying about if he'd ever even meet him. Doyoung was the one who he'd been trying to find for god knows how many years. It was Doyoung, it always had been.

Morning soon turned into afternoon and Taeyong was so nauseous he could pass out. The colors seemed to get brighter every second, literally anything Doyoung did made them intensify. "Are you sure you're okay? Do you have a fever?" Before Taeyong could answer the back of Doyoung's hand was pressed against his forehead, trying to take his temperature. Taeyong quickly swatted his hand away. "I told you this morning, I'm fine." He was not fine, he was pretty much the least fine thing on the planet but Doyoung didn't need to know that. He reached to take Taeyong's temperature again and Taeyong rolled his eyes, trying to act casual. Doyoung sighed. "Maybe you should care about yourself as much as you care about keeping the house clean."

Taeyong hated colors.