Purple

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He does look good in black.

Namjoon took his pink jacket off and left it in one of the seats.

"Fine. Let's both go black."

"Where are we going?"

"Mmmm.. just wait."

Jin nodded and was suddenly taken aback when Namjoon intertwined their fingers. He was walking one step behind him, so he could stare and the younger wouldn't notice.

Namjoon started heading to the train station making Jin wondering where they were going. He didn't say a word, bus curiosity consumed him.

They soon got in the train heading to God knows where.

"J-joon-ah, where are we g-"

"Shh just trust me."

He huffed and looked out the window while Namjoon just read a book.

—

After they got down the train they were walking again.
The scenery was beautiful. The small city was calm and not that crowded, surrounded by trees and little parks everywhere.

Namjoon looked at his watch.

"Ah shit, come here hurry!"

He started dragging him by the hand.
They stopped.
Namjoon just looked ahead waiting for Jin to do the same.

"Woah.."

He could see the city he lived in from there.
What shocked him the most, was the sun setting just above the place he calls home. Where his friends and him went to college every day. Where his dad has one of the most famous and humbles cafés in town. Where he lived his life every day, oblivious of this beauty that happened every single day.

"This is.. like my sacred place. It has always given me comfort. Always been there for me."

Joon took a blue flower from the floor and placed it on Jin's hair.

"My grandma showed me this place. Here I learned about all the flowers I write about. Her favorite was the orchid."

Jin looked around and realized all the different pink flowers that were planted.

"She really liked blue though. She used to say that thanks to the blue, we could see the contrast of the sunset. We could appreciate things better with other colors around. The blue sky mixed with the colors of the sunset, like pink, made the dark purple color we call night.
But she still made everything pink just for me.
Before she died, she said to always remember her color, blue. So I planted that blue orchid just for her."

"Then.. why do you give it to me? And why do you write about pink orchids?"

"Because blue it's your color, and my pink would be nothing without it."

—

They were walking slowly. Hand in hand.

"Hey, it's really late.. you can stay home if you want to."

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Last chapter coming up next.

It comes with a little surprise also. 💜