[discontinued] colour my world ; minsung

ㅇ2 nervous

"that's so nice of y-you..", jisung mumbled and stared at his fingers which he fiddled nervously with.

"you're welcome, really. i just know how it feels like to get such remarks. and you shouldn't take it personally, it could've happened to everyone" minho looked down at the younger, feeling the weird urge to hold his constantly moving hands. he couldn't detect why he suddenly felt like that with someone still unknown to him.

"so.. you also didn't f-find your m-mate, yet?", jisung inquired, his curiosity getting the best of him. he cursed himself for stammering so much.

"uhm.." minho seemed to really think about his next move before continuing:"yeah, i didn't find them yet either."

the younger nodded with a quiet hum, not saying anything at that.

"why are you stuttering so much, jisung-ssi?", asked minho, he was concerned. "are you cold?"
he didn't really mind to wait for an answer though -which jisung was glad of, he didn't need to let the boy know he made him nervous- already taking one of jisungs hands in his own and exclaiming "they're freezing! you should put them in your pockets!", but he didn't see the blush that was forming on jisungs cheeks or felt how his heartbeat seemed to increase its speed.

none of them also really noticed that minho didn't let go of the others hand, as they were too deep in their own thoughts, jisungs other hand kept in his pocket by now.

when minho left, jisung felt lonelier than he did before.

after a short while of still sitting on the ground, he decided to listen to minho and head home to warm himself up again.

he arrived at home, made himself a tea and settled down in his chair to write lyrics. he wrote everything down that came to his mind and found himself finally happy again with what he wrote.

after more than an hour, he laid his grey pen down again but couldn't take his gaze off it. he stared at the ballpoint pen, at his notebook and everything he found in his room. the almost white walls, which were slightly tattered at a few spots, that his mother had said were a soft green, his bed with a darker shade of grey, though he often changed the sheets to other patterns and shades, and his dark wooden floor. his curtains were light and see-through and the blonde boy made his way to look outside. he could see the park he just visited a while ago in the distance on the right side and the other grey buildings in front of their house.

jisung couldn't imagine colours.
what did they look like? what was so amazing about them? everyone failed to describe them. the only fact he knew, was, that they should be really beautiful.
he never saw colour in his life, so he couldn't even miss it.
but his curiosity was strong. it made him sick of all the grey, even when he never saw something different and could possibly know what this different looked like. it was a feeling that he couldn't describe in words.

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that's not minsung but I'm super soft for jisung hugging hyunjin and giving him his coat

but I'm even more soft for rainykyu who just sent me 12 messages of "ily"