everything was blue.
not his hands, his pills or his jeans.
but he himself was blue. he glowed blue.
it was an electrifying blue
when he was filled with passion,
an icy blue from day to day, but
a pastel blue when he was faced with her.
whenever she walked down the hallways with graceful steps in her pair of white sneakers,
everyone would look at her in awe -
their various colours changing to a lighter shade.
but it was him who she paid attention to.
she liked blue. min yoongi was blue.
