Pastel ≒ Y.G ~ H.S (✔️)

≒１≒

"Mama said there'd be boys like you, tearing my heart in two, doing what you do best,"  Anna Clendening
。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。
Every since Yoongi was young, he knew what fake love was, and how to describe it, he was only thirteen when he realized he was showing that fake love to his girlfriend, he realized he hadn't liked her at all, hell, he was more feminine than she would ever be, he was already wearing overalls that came too high on the thighs and shorts that were the same.

Of course, that doesn't necessarily mean you're gay, it just means your different. Different is good. It's always good.

That's what made Yoongi think, he had his thirteen year old brain going in circles trying to figure out what he could do to find real love.

He never figured it out until he was fifteen. He met Jimin, Jimin is a funny guy, he's always ready for whatever came his way and knew how to help his friends cheer up when down, Yoongi couldn't help but think about if Jimin was coming to school so that he could dress nice for him, he wanted Jimin to notice him. So he wore more pastels, more shorts, more cute clothes. He wanted his attention.

Sadly, the only thing he would get from the older is a, "You look cute Yoongs," Of course Yoongi would blush and say "Thank you," But it didn't give off a vibe where he knew Jimin wanted him like he wanted Jimin, he had yet again, faced fake love.

When he told Jimin his feelings, he was rejected, but Jimin did place a kiss on the youngers cheek with a small smile. "I still love you though," Jimin said, Yoongi cared, he was so relieved that Jimin wasn't disgusted, Jimin was probably the only person who could ever understand.

At sixteen, Yoongi met someone, someone who didn't have fake love, Taehyung. Taehyung was tall, sweet, caring, and he loved how free Yoongi was with his feminine side. So, they went out, but Yoongi quickly realized how Taehyungs moods could change so quickly. Some days he was so happy and ready to go, other days he was mad, ready to argue with Yoongi at any moment, sometimes he's so sad, he only stayed in his room for certain amounts of time. One day Yoongi was on the Internet and found something worth reading, everything he read was connected to Taehyungs change of moods. Taehyung went to the doctor the next day and now Yoongi is certain.

Taehyung is bipolar.

Of course it shouldn't matter, but Yoongi couldn't handle a relationship like that, everything going great and then sudden lashing out to sudden crying and comfort. No, his heart couldn't take it.

Now he's seventeen, so ready to leave this hell hole of a school, he's even more in touch with his feminine side, he wore short shorts, fishnets under ripped jeans, crop top hoodies and shirts, and the part that he loved most about it all.

It was all pastel.

Pastel had always been Yoongi's favorite, everything has been pastel, notebooks, pens, clothes, beds, screensavers, everything. Was. Pastel.
It's been his favorite thing since he was young, it was such a calm and soft shade and/or color.

But there's only one thing Yoongi can't help but remember every now and then. The talk his mother gave him when he came out when he was thirteen.

"Yoongi, I'm only going to tell you this once, I support you and whatever boyfriend you'll ever have, but, you have to be careful of the bad boys, the ones who could break your heart and keep moving like nothing happened. As you get older, you realize what I'm talking about, but please, I don't want your fragile little heart to be broken too many times, you only have a few heart strings till they all break and then there's nothing to support it. Promise me you'll be careful."