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Amongst Colors and Shades

Life is not the color pink.

That's what SeokJin found himself thinking as he looked out the van window. They were heading to... a fansign? A program? He couldn't remember; he could only remember the exhaustion that tore bit by bit at his body—and not that he was complaining, of course not, he loved his life as an idol and everything that came with it, but even still, he couldn't help feeling... tired.

"We'll arrive in a few minutes," The manager behind the wheel spoke, receiving only sleepy murmurs in response.

SeokJin settled, snuggling himself in his corner and tried to close his eyes once more, although, it was useless. He was tired but couldn't sleep; he hated when that happened.

"Calm down..." A whisper on his side got his attention. "We can sleep tonight; the manager promised."

"I'm not sleepy..." He denies.

"No, of course not," He hears between a faint laugh and then he feels a pleasurable heat cover his hands.

Life is not the color pink; SeokJin knew that well, but it turned a lot more colorful when NamJoon grabbed his hands.

When, for a few simple minutes, they were only just two teenagers.

Two teenagers in love that could do something so simple like grabbing hands without the fear of any consequence.

Without fear of 'what they'll say'.

Because life is no color rose like romance movies or novels insist on portraying, no, but rather a range of colors that change according to situations, according to feelings.

With NamJoon, it was always... red—an intense red that made something burn in his chest from the desire of touching him or, on special occasions, could also be blue when a simple smile brought peace to his heart.

But when the rapper was not at his side, when they couldn't touch and work was especially tiring, the world turned dark, black, or grey, no matter the tone because there would finally be no color around him, just problems that overwhelmed him, hurting him slowly.

That's what his world was like: jumping from red to blue and losing himself in black—a lot of colors, too many, but never pink because in SeokJin's eyes, pink could never describe his feelings. It didn't matter how much he likes it, that color was too sweet, too weak to transmit so much intensity.

"Alright boys, we're here. Remember to smile and make your fans happy."

Fansign.

It was the phrase that their manager always used to prepare them for autographs and a sigh escaped the vocalist's lips, trying to let go of all of his exhaustion and sadness. He should be happy; he has to be happy for his fans and for his group.

"One smile at a time, Jinnie..."

That whisper along with the pressure on his hands won the first genuine smile from the elder, whom, turning around found himself with eyes filled with care and emotions he so loved, that he much needed to see every time work overwhelmed him.

"One smile at a time..." He responds, softening his own smile as he sees the rapper approach him, knowing that it's not for a kiss, no: they're in a public place so kisses aren't an option, but even still his heart beats wildly from just feeling the other's long, cold fingers fix a strand of hair behind his ear.

That's all that was necessary for his world to turn red, an intense red that now burned on his cheeks.

"Come, ARMYs are waiting."

The seven boys got out of the van in silence, all of them with tense smiles of exhaustion that went about relaxing as they heard screaming from afar.