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jimin focus ;

it was on the windy calm nights that jimin chose the café over his friends. sure, he loved spending time with namjoon, listening to his stories and eating as much ramen as they could. namjoon is sure is a smart one!! ,
he'd say to himself after every conversation.

but it's always hard to keep up with someone that always knows more than you do. it's annoying sometimes. he knew a lot about nearly ever single category of facts and things you could learn. but above all, he out of everyone was mostly passionate about the things he didn't know. namjoon would say things such as ❝ever wondered how small our world is compared to everything else that's actually going on beyond our limited space? it's so fascinating! so interesting. ❞ yes, it sure is fascinating and interesting. but what would jimin do with the answer of that question? nothing much, it's not like he actually wanted to know anyway. he didn't want to know as much as namjoon knew.

what would be the point of that, it must be boring to know so many things. the only bit of knowledge he envied namjoon for was colors.
he never talked about them.
why would he talk about something he knows since he's always looking for what he doesn't know? every time jimin asked he'd say ❝well colors are colors. they can't be described accurately.❞
jimin didn't like that answer. and he wasn't in the mood for hoseok either, always jumping around and joking, sure it's adorable five seconds but, when he isn't in the mood to laugh, hoseok isn't the best kid to have deep conversations with is he?

so that's why jimin stayed by himself that night, 11 pm, him and his black coffee,, him and all of his thoughts floating up to the ceiling.

he wondered what color the woman sitting a few tables away's bag was. is it blue, red? or maybe it's orange. but wait what if it's yellow? is it purple?
purple, that one interesting shade, mother of violet and lilac... he had heard about it. the color of love, they said. what does love look like? if love was really purple, that's why jimin had never experienced it then. ❝neverfuckingmind ❞ , he thought to himself, dipping his tongue in the bitterness of his cup.