Techni-Color | YoonMin

Chapter 20

"What do you mean when you say that someone else makes you see color?" Jimin asks, forcing the question out between gritted teeth.

"If you wouldn't have interrupted me with your little outburst, then you would've already known what I meant," I chastise, narrowing my eyes at him.

Jimin sits back in his seat, his breath coming out in a little huff as he crosses his arms in front of his chest. Part of me feels bad for being so harsh with him, but I quickly push those feelings down. I had been so happy with how well he received the rest of the news that his outburst left me disappointed.

What's he so mad about anyway? It's not like-

"So this boy, Hoseok, he lets you see color as well?" my mother asks, her soft voice breaking me out of my angry thoughts.

"He does," I confirm, nodding my head. "But not as much as Jimin does."

My mother nods her head slowly, a million thoughts bouncing around behind her eyes. Suddenly she stops and fixes her eyes on me, "Describe it to me."

"Describe what?"

"What he makes you see, the way it makes you feel."

"Why?" I ask, curious.

She rolls her eyes at me, "If it's what I think it is, then I'm going to need all the information, Yoongi. Just do what I say, please."

I nod, thinking back to the scene in the coffee shop. My stomach drops at the memory of the muted colors, the unbalanced feelings they gave me. Taking a deep breath, I start to tell her everything.

"He had asked me to meet him at the cafe across from the company. When I went with him, Jimin was following me, so I could-"

"You knew I was there the whole time?" Jimin asks, interrupting me again.

"Of course I knew," I sigh, turning to face him. I tap beside my eye, "Color blind unless you're around remember?" Jimin's cheeks flush at the new information and he turns away from me abruptly. A small chuckle escapes me as I turn back to face my mother, her eyes gleaming as she waits for me to continue.

"Anyways," I start, "Jimin was following me from the beginning, so I could already see color when I got there. So for a while everything was normal. Then Hoseok went to the bathroom and I confronted Jimin and told him to leave." My brain replayed the events of those moments, slowing down and focusing on the feeling of his lips brushing against my cheek.

"And then?"

My father's deep voice brings my out of my memories. Clearing my throat, I try to keep the flush out of my cheeks as I continue on with the story.

"And then Jimin left. Everything went back to gray. I sat back down at our booth and waited for Hoseok to return. Then slowly color started to return to the things around me. The booth started to get a red tinge to it, the table was lightening to a blue. So rationally I thought that Jimin was coming back. So then I turned to look for him, but he wasn't there. Only Hoseok was. And then I realized that the colors weren't fully there. It was like they were washed out versions of what they could be." I grimace at the memory.

"From the look on your face, I can take it that it didn't sit all that well with you," my mother says softly.

"No, it didn't," I admit, shaking my head slowly. "Honestly, it made me feel a little nauseous. It felt wrong. And when I couldn't take it anymore, I ran out."

"And Hoseok?" Jimin pipes up, his voice curious. "What did you tell him?"

"Nothing, I just said I couldn't do it and left."