Rainbow - BTS

5 - Blue

Some people are blue, sapphire, navy,
They're known for their loyalty, respected for intelligence
They understand the world better than the rest of us

Tranquil waters within their minds stop anger
But also allow them to drown in isolation
Reaching out for a hand they don't know how to grasp

blue people are underrated, pushed aside by peers
they don't complain, or share their fears

chaos hides within the order
like a current in a river with a calm surface
for water can move much faster than we will ever know

Namjoon curses to himself as the plate falls out of his hand, smashing on the floor noisily moments later. He immediately kneels down, clearing the mess before anyone can spot the issue, used to fixing his own mistakes. His finger brushes against a sharp edge, causing a thin line of blood to escape from it. He winces a little at the sharp sting it causes, but stays silent.

He lives with his mother in an apartment in the middle of the city. She has pale blue hair, and his hair is a darker royal blue. They're both intelligent, though he is calmer and clumsier than her. Both of these things annoy her more than she lets on. And they both know that.

Yoongi, who was much more patient, used to live with them, but he moved out when he turned eighteen. Namjoon still misses him, even now, simply because they were like brothers. And the blue is a family person. He cares about those he's close to. It's just his nature, nothing more.

"Shit," he mumbles under his breath, wiping the blood off on his (thankfully black) jeans, his movements becoming quicker as he hears someone approaching the room. It's been ages since he's been allowed to do anything in the kitchen, and he's determined to avoid losing those privileges again.

Blues are supposed to be organised and elegant, gliding about with effortless grace, but he struggles to walk down the stairs without falling over. It's incredibly embarrassing, and he hates it. Hates the fact that he can't look after himself, despite the fact that he owns a fucking shop and employs about five people.

He's an adult. He should not have to deal with this.

"Namjoon, are you okay?"

The blue sighs in relief at the sound of his boyfriend's voice. Kim Seokjin is remarkably forgiving, incredibly handsome and surprisingly funny when he's in a good mood. He owns a spare key to the apartment (because Namjoon's mother loves him), so can just arrive whenever he wants. He often has amazing timing.

Like right now.

They met years ago, when Jin was desperately searching for a job and Namjoon was desperately trying to find an assistant, one that would help him and forgive him for his clumsy nature. They fit together like puzzle pieces, getting into a relationship not long after Jin was hired.

Maybe it wasn't the most professional thing to do, sure, but at the same time now Namjoon can't bear to think of life without the beautiful man he calls his boyfriend. They've been together for long enough now to feel like they're made for each other. And maybe they are.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Everything's fine. Is mum home?" Namjoon asks worriedly.
"No, why, what happened?"

The concern in the older male's voice drifts away as the door opens, and he sees what the issue is. "Oh, love," Jin says sympathetically, assessing the scene without judging his clumsy partner. "Can you tell me what happen-",
"It slipped through my fingers," Namjoon grunts, his face heating up with awkward embarrassment. Jin smiles a little, walking forward and taking the shards of plate from the younger, placing them gently on the counter.