Polychromatic || Yoonseok [𝑂𝑁 𝐻𝑂𝐿𝐷]

✨ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ✨

The nurse dressed in all white gear knocked on the door of Yoongi's. The blue haired male jumped at the sudden noise. "Yoongi it's Nurse Yosemite."

His chocolate brown eyes were filled with anxiety. "W-What do you want?" He hid himself in his bright red sweater, holding onto his phone.

Nurse Yosemite, her long light brown hair flowing among her shoulders, walked in. "We want you to meet someone."

The younger male shook his head in refusal. "I-I don't want to meet s-someone. This Mental hospital room is far much more s-sustainable." His eyes blinked as the woman looked at him.

"We want to help reduce your Anthropophobia, Yoongi. Hoseok is a really nice guy." She spoke with sincerity to the frightened male.

"F-Fine. Don't expect this to go well." His feet hit the floor of the room. The male in his mid twenties knew that he had no other choice.

The younger male hid himself as they walked past a few rooms within this hospital. He felt as if all eyes were on him, blue eyes, green eyes, hazel eyes. The color didn't matter, he always felt as if people focused on his presence.

The people here were unique, it was not any ordinary Mental hospital. The only thing that gave him a small amount of comfort.

A door opened up, it was a small room for cases like this. The walls were painted a neutral grey and the carpet was a beige. "I'll be outside the door if you need anything." The door shut at the words of Nurse Yosemite, which left Yoongi standing there.

A forced heart smile appeared instantly on Hoseok's face. "You must be Yoongi!" His feet sped up at a quick pace. "I'm Hoseok."

The blue haired male looked down at the ground. "Yes I'm Y-Yoongi."

Hoseok touched the falling blue locks of the older males hair. "You're really anxious, Yoongi." He tilted his head attempting to figure out the color. "Your hair is blue right?"

Yoongi gulped, nodding his head. "You can read my emotions?"

The younger male showed off his dimples. "It's the only way I know of others empathy. Through the sense of touch. If it makes you uncomfortable just tell me." 

"T-Thanks. My h-hair w-why did you ask-" The orbs of Yoongi avoided eye contact with the new male known as Hoseok.

"My strong sense of touch was sacrificed for my sight of color." He let go of the strands of blueberry hair, sighing.

"I like the color of your hair." Yoongi managed to blurt our after moments of silence.

A genuine smile painted Hoseok's face. "Ah thanks. Remind me what color is it again?"

"Pink."

The smile on Hoseok's face remained. The older wondered how he could smile in such a place like this. "Lovely. The color of love." The older tapped his feet on the ground, causing Yoongi's heart to race in a panic.

"I-I better go now." The blue haired male darted out of the room, feeling nervous after the small interactions. The pink haired male stood emotionless, losing what empathy he had gained from the older.

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The moonlight shined in the dark room of Yoongi's. The TV light illumatting enough light for him to jot down in his comfort journal.

December 12th 2019

It was hard to talk to that guy. My heart felt as if it was going to burst out of my chest.

I do feel sorry for him, not having the vision of color.

I don't think I can talk to him again, it just fuels every fear I've ever had in my life.

Yoongi.

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Future chapters won't be this short, I promise! I hope you guys like the small introduction to the story 💜 -Oli.