Techni-Color | YoonMin

Chapter 18

I follow my mother and Jimin inside, softly closing the door behind me. Slipping my shoes off, I venture father into the house, seeing it for the first time in color. I grew up here, surrounded by gray walls. Now I looked around at the yellow walls and blue furniture, in awe of how bright this room seemed now compared to my memories.

My mother came up beside me, smiling up at me as she grabs my hand.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Afraid that my words would get stuck in my throat, I settle for just a quick nod. "I remember what it was like to see colors for the first time." I looked around, worried that Jimin would overhear her. "Oh don't worry, he's in the bathroom. But anyways, it was completely overwhelming. Even after a few years, just the sight of the color yellow could leave me breathless." She giggled, gesturing to the walls. "Hence the color scheme."

She moves to stand in front of me, her face turning serious as she cradles my cheek with her hand. "How are you adjusting?"

"I'm.." I swallow, trying to find the right words to describe what I had felt in the past few days. "I'm dealing. It's just all so different. The world feels alive but-"

"But that's only when you're with him," she finishes for me, an understanding smile lifting her thin lips. The expression should've reassured me, but it just made her look sad. "I understand that, Yoongi. He's there and life is bright, it's great. But then he leaves and the color literally drains from your life, leaving you with nothing but grays."

"It's just unfair," I groan. "I was fine with how things were, had accepted my fate. And then he comes barging in, Mom, bringing all his damn colors with him. What if I don't want this?"

"Don't want what? Jimin? Do you not like him?"

"No, it's not that," I sigh, wishing she would just understand. It was easier for her when she found my father. She had no problem with pursuing him, being in a relationship. "What if I don't want the dependency that comes with it? I already feel it now, the sadness and loss when the color leaves, wishing he would stay just a little longer. It makes me sound pathetic. And if I'm really honest, it's selfish."

"Selfish?" She asks, confused.

"Yeah, selfish. After all, Jimin likes me. I know he does, he's already told me. Isn't it just selfish to keep him around just so I can experience colors? Shouldn't he get to be with someone who loves him back?"

She chuckles at me, "Oh, my dear Yoongi. It doesn't work like that. Do you really think that the only reason you-"

She cuts her words off as Jimin appears in the doorway, a smile spread across his face as he takes in the house around.

"This house is beautiful, Mrs. Min," he compliments, bringing a smile to my mother's face.

"Why, thank you Jimin." She grabs our hands, tugging us out of the room. "How about we move to the kitchen? You're father's finishing up making a late lunch/early dinner as we speak."

With each step, I can hear the sounds of dishes clanking together getting louder. My mother pulls us through an archway, bringing us into a brightly colored kitchen.

"Yoongi!" I hear my father's deep voice call out. I turn towards the sound, seeing him standing at the stove, an apron hanging from his hips as he stirs whatever he's cooking.

"Hi, Dad," I greet him, smiling as I move towards him. Remembering Jimin, I reach out and grab his hand. I look back at him, seeing his eyes wide in panic. I throw him a small smile, hoping it would help him calm down. We approach the tall man, his eyes following us the whole time, trained on our entwined hands. When we reach him, I release Jimin and step to the side.