[discontinued] colour my world ; minsung

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jisung didn't know what the world looked like with more than just shades of grey and white. maybe that was the reason why his lyrics always seemed to be sad.

but he couldn't handle the sadness that overcame him so often. the blonde simply wanted to be happy. it just wasn't that easy, as he didn't know where the feeling of dullness came from.

taking a walk was something he liked to do, though. he searched inspiration for new songs or sometimes inspiration for a drawing.

the evening he walked around the park was a rather quite one. there weren't many people around, actually only some kids playing by the swings and an old lady standing beneath a tree. jisung found that she looked lost, so he decided to approach her and ask if he could help.

"ah, young man, that would be so nice!", she exclaimed happily "if you could be so kind and give me that pink note there?"

only now did jisung notice, that the tree was full of little notes hanging from its branches.
he inspected them, trying to find the right one and gave it to the lady.

"that's not the one i meant.", she shook her head "the one on the left.."

jisung looked again and went to grab another note but he got yelled at by the woman "that's not the right one, too! they're green! can't you see?!" she huffed impatiently and pointed at the note she wanted.

jisung whimpered slightly at her outburst and felt his heart aching at her remark. he quickly grabbed the pink note and gave it to the woman in the long dress and warm boots.

she greeted him and left afterwards.

she probably forgot, after all of her time having a soulmate. jisung told himself and looked at the other note in his hand. ,the heart needs time' said the little piece of paper with a nice handwriting. jisung huffed sadly and sat down, leaning against the tree.

"don't let her words get to you. i bet she didn't think them through correctly.", a melodical voice said to the blonde. he saw worn out shoes appearing in front of him and looked up to see the face of a stranger. said stranger had dark hair that was ruffled through by the wind, kind looking eyes and he wore a nice smile. he had his hands stuffed into the pockets of his coat since it was already getting colder.

jisung was a little shocked. the boy in front of him was frankly stunning. he snapped out of his thoughts as the stranger realised he wouldn't talk and said something again.

"i know those words can hurt, but i bet you'll find them soon" he smiled encouraging and jisung could only nod. "th-thank you", he stuttered out.

the boys smile only got brighter at the cute boy in front of him and he held out his hand for jisung to shake. "i'm lee minho, can i sit down beside you?"

"y-yes, sure. i'm han jisung."

hello !!
the first chapter really isn't a long one, but i promise it'll get better!
i hope you enjoyed it, though, and that you'll stay with me and like reading my story.

while reading this, i listened to either the sleep or the reading soundtrack playlist on spotify, so yeah, that's the feeling that should be in that story sjshd

i'm just writing that to let a bit of the fluff out of me,,,

and that's my first ever english book! i wanna improve my english trough writing so,,, uh,, i really hope you can help me a bit here and motivate me hehe
and don't be too hard with mistakes bssjsj

i hope to see you in my next chapter!!