Rainbow - BTS

12 - Blue

(A/n: very quickly, I've just started a cover contest for Tail of Taekook so if ya wanna get involved check my message board for extra details and message me if you're confused or want clarification. It closes 13th December 2019.
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i am blue
but i don't think that makes me sad
i'm just blue, quiet and organised and logical and perfect

as I'm supposed to be

there are different kinds of intelligence
different ways in which people want to live
different shades of blue

Don't force me into a box and say that academics is the only thing to strive for
Don't throw me down if I can do something a little different
Every person, every animal, every child, everyone has intelligence
You just have to see it

If you can't read, that's okay
If you can't speak, that's okay
If you don't understand numbers, that's okay
If you don't get something, don't worry
You are smart. Have a little faith. You'll be okay.

"Goddammit, Kim Namjoon! You need to learn to look after yourself! It's not rocket science, is it now?"
"Maybe if it were, I'd know what I was doing."
"Don't talk back to me, young man. Just- Just get out of my kitchen before I get more annoyed. I'll sort this out, try and figure out something else we can eat."

Namjoon nods quietly, looking down at the mess on the floor one more time before walking out reluctantly, following his mother's instructions. She's a caring woman, but this is the second time this month that dinner ended up on the floor before it even reached the table. She gets tired of it. Everyone has a limit, after all.

He sits on his bed, pulling out his phone and scrolling through his social media, sighing when nothing seems to catch his attention. His mother would just get annoyed if he ended up doing something unproductive. He sighs, running a hand through his bright blue hair and ruffling it slightly, his heart dropping at the sound of his mother quietly cursing to herself about having to clean up after him yet again.

Namjoon leans back on his bed, placing his phone to the side and looking up at his bedroom ceiling, smiling nostalgically at the slightly faded childish drawings on the ceiling. They come from a simpler time, when he was obsessed with space and the stars and science in general. His mother found a tall stepladder, and bought him a few pens with glow-in-the-dark ink.

The day they managed to get the ceiling completely covered in stars, planets, rockets, everything he loved at the time, that was the first time Namjoon ever saw any emotion from a best friend he now sees as a brother. Yoongi was new to the household at the time, still a little scared to express himself. But there is evidence of his presence - a tiny doodle of Nyan Cat in one corner of the ceiling, next to a small sleeping koala.

And when they finally stepped back, turned off the light, closed the curtain, and looked up at the ceiling, it was like they were artists finishing a great work. In that moment, Namjoon heard a sniffle, turned to his left, and saw in the dim light of that special ink a single tear on Yoongi's face. He said nothing, knowing better than to question it, simply bringing the other boy into a hug.

Yoongi broke down in his arms - he didn't remember the last time someone had just given him an embrace and not questioned him for having feelings, or even emotions. His mother quickly joined it, because she didn't exactly want to be left out, and now both of her sons were bawling like little boys again. That group hug signalled the start of Yoongi's development into a happier person, which turned him into an indigo.

Namjoon wipes his eyes with the back of his left hand, blinking a few times to clear his vision. He shakes his head, rubbing the bottom of his nose with his index finger before sighing and stretching out a little, giving himself the space to think. The space to just exist for a few seconds. Sure, he's not perfect, but he's moved on from the insecurities he had as a kid.