Hoseok sounds like Crimson in the mornings. it makes yoongi's already concrete bones sink to adhere to the wood of their bed frame. he stays till the shape of his name rolls off the tip of his lovers tongue only to land on his cheeks and stain them Pink. when He hands yoongi his favorite mug, filled to the brim with coffee just the way he likes it, He sounds like a rich Honey. and when Hoseok's breath bounces off off of his skin all yoongi can see is Navy.
when the leaves have all turned He is Plum and after it has rained, when the air smells like the earth below them, Hoseok is the same green as the grass that surrounds Him, growing ever more lush in the presence of the Sun. He laughs out iridescent bubbles, floating around them till they pop, streaking the air with the brightest Tangerine. when He is mad He is olive, and when yoongi is mad too everything is a much harsher Sapphire. then His eyes trace all of yoongi's weaknesses before He reaches out and turns them both a deep Purple. when Hoseok cries light blue and sobs out chunks of black, yoongi compares Him to two paints on the same bush, like the rain.
