Techni-Color | YoonMin

Chapter 3

I let Jin pull me back up to my apartment, all the hallways passing in gray blurs, only reacting when he made it to my door and asked me for the keys. I knew my behavior was setting off warning bells in their heads. Namjoon kept sneaking sideways glances at me, a curious look on his face.

I would have to tell him eventually. He was the only one that I had told about the whole "soulmate bringing back my color sight" thing. He was always more excited about it than I was. He once informed me that it was said in some cultures that humans had originally been made up of two of everything, heads, arms, etc. But they always only had one heart.

Zeus had grown fearsome of the humans strength, so he split them in half. Effectively leaving them with only half of their hearts. That's why people say that we wander around looking for our other halves for our whole lives.

Namjoon loved stuff like that, but me on the other hand. I didn't love it so much. The term "soul mates" had hovered over me my whole life, like a giant storm cloud. My family believed that I should be spending more time looking for my special someone, and I always just laughed at them.

Guess the jokes on all of us. I didn't even half to search for my soulmate. He just smacked right into me. Problem was, he was gone as soon as I found him.

Thinking back on it now, I wasn't even entirely sure if it was Jimin. I mean the stories all said that we got our sight back as long as we were within a certain distance of our soulmates.

And Jimin hadn't been the only one near me tonight. Sure he had been the one to run into me, but by the time I opened my eyes, Tae was within enough distance to give me my sight. Or at least he might have been. I didn't have this thing down to an exact science. My parents probably knew more, but I had never asked them anything like this. I was always so sure I wouldn't need it. I had never wanted to see in color.

Now everything was different. I felt like a man who had tasted the most exquisite food, just to have it robbed from him. You can't miss something you never had. But now that I've had it, I craved it like nothing else.

As Jin pulled me through the doorway to my apartment, I thought back to the night sky. It had seemed so beautiful.

I slipped my shoes off and made my way to the living room, stopping in front of the large window I had that looked out over the city. I looked out at the sky, wondering if I would ever see those colors again.

Namjoon came to stand beside me, still sneaking glances at me every now and then. He thought he was being stealthy, which would have made me laugh if I wasn't so drawn into myself at the moment.

Growing tired of his glances, I spoke.

"What color is the sky, Namjoon?"
He looked surprised by my sudden question. He glanced at me, then moved his eyes to the sky.

"The sky actually doesn't have any color, it just looks like it does because light reflects off the atmosphere-"

"I don't give a crap about all your science stuff, Namjoon. I just want to know what color the sky is," I interrupted.

A brief flash of hurt flitted across his eyes, but I couldn't bring myself to feel sorry about what I said.

"It's black."

I let out a dry laugh.

"Black, huh," I sneered, turning away from the window, making my way to the bathroom so I could grab the First Aid kit.

Walking through the rooms of my apartment, I thought about Namjoon's answer. He didn't know how wrong he was. I knew black, it was all I saw everyday. There was so much more to that spectacular sky than just "black".