Rainbow - BTS

8 - Red

to be red is to be trapped by your own feelings
to be red is to feel everything stronger, no matter whether positive or negative
to be red is to view the world as wonderful, yourself as less than
to be red is to wonder whether everything is truly worth it, and never have an answer

those who are red are tired of who they are
those who are red need a chance to see themselves truthfully
those who are red will never understand that they are worth more than they think
those who are red can be tired of holding onto that long forgotten faith
those who are red.....they exist, but they don't realise it

search for your destiny where it feels right, not where you think it should be
search for what you need close by, not far away from the bird's eye
find yourself a bed to rest in for the night, get some well earned sleep
find yourself a tree to shelter under when it rains, the storm will pass eventually

it'll be alright in the end

Jimin walks into his house, beaming. He's only worked a day, but he still feels the accomplishment anyway. This is something he's waited for what feels like forever to do. And he finally has somewhere to call his workplace. He can finally contribute to society, no matter what anyone says about his hair colour.

The job market is so complicated these days, it's more like a battlefield than a playing field for the younger generations. And it's not even most people's fault. They just can't get anywhere without a little experience, and without getting a foot in that door the experience will never come. It's a closed circle, sometimes.

His mother smiles when he calls out to her, telling her of his day in an excited tone. There's a moment of silence as he makes his way through the house to the kitchen, where she's sitting at the breakfast bar on a stool, a pile of work beside her on the counter top and a newspaper directly in front of her. She kisses him on the cheek and then shoos him away so he can sort out his bag, laughing when he pouts a little.

Whilst Jimin sorts his stuff out, he talks about the errand he had to run, going to the house of an indigo who called himself 'Yoongi', and clearly worked with his boss a lot, the clear friendship and respect between the two professionals. He also talks about the identity of his boss as well, how different he is from the expectations of society.

A blue that doesn't hide how clumsy he really is, with kindness that Jimin couldn't possibly have expected, with intelligence far outweighing that of the majority of the customers. There was a friendly purple there, working alongside Jimin for maybe an hour or two before leaving to work another job, and then a silver haired young woman who helped him to figure out how to work the tills.

He still needs practice on stocking shelves and working the tills and well...everything, but that will come with time. He's got time to figure it all out. It was not as bad or as terrifying as he was expecting, and the customers were alright, for the most part. much to his relief. They were friendly, eager to talk about the comics and pop figures and books they were purchasing. He thought he saw the name 'Min Yoongi' on one book, but dismissed it.

Surely, that wasn't the person he was speaking to just an hour or so earlier than that? It couldn't have been. That would've been too much of a coincidence. Though he did have to deliver a manuscript, so maybe the two males in question were indeed the same person. It was unlikely, but possible.

Jimin runs a hand through his crimson hair, pushing it away from his eyes, and his mother chuckles lightly at him, watching the action with fond eyes. "We need to cut your hair, actually," she comments thoughtfully, glancing over at him, "it's getting a little bit too long, don't you think?"