Colours | jikook.

Grey.

Orange.

If you ask Jimin what the colour orange means to him, words like joy and happiness would come to mind. But Jungkook's eyes, they were different. It wasn't a bright orange like the sun, nor was it a dull orange that lacked intensity. No, it was more of the orange you'd associate with autumn leaves, pumpkins and warm fires by the beach. It made you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside, as if you've found a place to shelter youself from the winter storm; a home to settle down in. Somewhere protected. Safe.

And oh did Jimin so desperately want to know what the colours meant to Jungkook; but he was too afraid to ask. What if it was something bad instead? What if it was the opposite of what he was hoping it would mean? He wouldn't be able to handle that. He wanted so badly to be someone Jungkook treasured; someone Jungkook cared for. But he was more than sure that Jungkook just thought of him as an annoying hyung that got too excited at the littlest things.

To top it all off, mentioning this would only cause Jungkook to realize that he'd forgotten to wear his contacts after his shower. And call Jimin selfish, but he wanted to know how Jungkook was feeling; not that he was doing a very good job at being able to decipher it. Because if anyone was hard to read, it would be his dongsaeng.

Jimin sighed, deciding to stop his train of thought before it dampened his mood. He had to try to be happy, for Jungkook's sake. He had to give Jungkook a perfect Christmas.

The silence stretched on for a little while longer before Jungkook suggested watching a movie.

"I'll even let you pick a Christmas movie hyung," Jungkook said, in hopes of wiping the sad smile off his hyung's face.

"Sure," Jimin replied, his smile not quite reaching his eyes.

Jungkook didn't know what happened that made Jimin's mood drop, but he knew he hated it. He hated the sadness that lingered in his hyung's usually lively eyes. He hated that Jimin wasn't smiling; and god knows his hyung deserved to be smiling every second of the day.

The younger didn't know how he reached the point of letting someone in; when he vowed never to again. He didn't know when he started getting so attached to his hyung. It wasn't one particular moment or event. No. It was more of a gradual pull into the world that was Park Jimin. He didn't know how it happened, but it did. It did; and it was the best thing that ever happened to him.

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Jimin jerked awake as the living room flashed brightly for a second. He blinked in confusion, trying to get his bearings right. Why wasn't he in his bed? Did he fall asleep? Why was the television still on? Why was there a lump on him? Why was there something tickling his nose? And what in the name of god was - oh, it was Jungkook. Jimin smiled.

But before he could start to coo at how cute the younger was and simultaneously die at the fact that he was actually cuddling; cuddling with his cute little dongsaeng, a loud crack of thunder echoed through the room, rattling the windows in the process. Jimin jumped, bolting up on the couch, heartbeat picking up rapidly.

"Mooooooom, he won't give it back!" Jimin whined, in hopes of getting his mother to force his brother to return him his toy.

"It's MY toy!"

"No it's MINE, appa bought it for ME!"

"No, he bought it for ME!"

Before Jimin could argue back, his mother whipped her head around; frown lines evident across her forehead.