1 Shot, 2 Shots || BTS

Yellow | P.JM

This is dedicated to the author of SNS.

If you have not read that fanfic, I suggest you drop this and go read it. It's a beautiful, very believable story. I read that book twice, and I never twice.

Cheers to narcotichobi :)

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It rained.

It was pouring heavily when he stopped, and looked up to the sky. He smiled, and let it pour on his face.
He held out his hand wanting to feel more... and then, he saw her, standing from a distance, feeling the same thing that he was feeling, but with a different emotion.

Jimin was no longer interested in the cloud's rain as much as he was interested in hers.
They were unique.
"Your eyes..." he mumbled so low that she obviously wasn't going to hear him, "your eyes..." he repeated.

Jimin was talking to her, but wasn't.
He was looking at her, but at himself too.

He has had a bad day at his label today.
And to see another pair of clouds pour— a pair of reachable clouds— Jimin wanted to touch them.

"Yah! Jimin-ah!" His manager called for him as he came out the car, "are you crazy!? We'll be late for the fan-sign! The others are already there, come on— you'll get sick, you rascal!"

He ignored him and watched her some more. He was too drawn to her that he didn't realize he was slowly moving... moving towards what he thought was too beautiful— And then he mumbled again something about her eyes— her eyes... her eyes are the clouds, and the rain is the art that painted her cheeks.

Jimin smiled, too dazzled to comprehend, too high to see clearly through the fog that clouded his thoughts— he was just so happy, he found his seren—

"JIMINAH!" The old man yelled again, honking at him again, and Jimin knew he had to go.

He walked back to the car, smiling, and slowly his steps turned bigger, and his smile turned into giggles, and his mood was better, all because of her- clouds.

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Jimin lived close by with the rest of the guys. He was not the only one that snuck out like that, but he was the one that did it the most.

Especially nowadays.
Everyday, he would stand in front of the store near their apartment, and stare at the light that the sign illuminated. He loved the contrast of the colors with the night sky. He loved seeing it- the hope that the sign gave him... it kept him going.

His manager often caught him wandering around, and Jimin was always yelled at because of that. He was a famous person- a global star, they would say. Jimin scoffed, and shook his head— what global shit... what a global joke he thought he was..

It wasn't like he was depressed or anything. He wasn't necessarily upset, he just lacked something... care, maybe?

Because he was the most caring person in the world, he wanted someone to care for him too.
And when he saw her crying, he started living in the delusion that someone shared the same pain as him— the emptiness.

"형, 괜찮아?"

"왜? 응... 웅." 

Once his schedule was done, he would lock himself in the studio, and sing the song Namjoon had showed him before.

He was hesitant. Jimin, when he first started, used to be shy, and scared. He didn't know his voice so well, and he thought that... maybe... he just wasn't cut to be with the rest of the guys.