SOLUM

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I saw it, a sandy blond that held tones of yellow and brown within it, shifting in contrast depending on where the light source around us came from... and pink, an honestly peachy pink that also held hints of darker red towards the corners...

Colours, I saw two beautiful colours that held so much depth and contrast to everything else.

Park Jimin had been quite amused by my behaviour for quite some time and when I finally snapped out of my trance-like state of fascination, I mentioned for him to step into one of mister Jung's meeting rooms, to actually discuss what Park and Jung had wanted to get settled that day.

The reason as to why we were actually there to begin with.

The two of us briefly went over the documents and nothing seemed to be out of order, not that I was expecting anything of the sort either. I was left with a pleasing feeling within me, for some reason feeling proud of myself for having managed to talk mister Jung into some sense and finally settling the contract with Park Jimin. The whole ordeal seemed utterly perfect for both parties, really.

We were currently sitting by the end of a very long table, him on the shorter side and I just by the end of the same corner. I, and hopefully him as well, felt pleased with everything that we had gotten done.

"The terms of agreement are finally finished huh? Oh god, those took some time, but it's all good" Park Jimin mumbled, laughing quietly to himself, leaning back into the office chair, resting his head a bit. His blond locks fell out of his face, showing off his profile and straight jawline. He licked his lips... then shifted his vision to me, locking eyes with a stare that evoked weird emotions.

"Par-eh, I, I mean Jimin" I began speaking and from the corner of my eye I saw how he raised his head upon hearing me speak up, mentioning his name, but I felt the need to not look in his direction, it felt as if that would only make the situation more awkward... maybe he already thought that it was, even though I had tried so hard to be normal.

Whatever that entailed.

"Yes Yoongi?" he replied quizzically, in a quite obviously amused tone, but then I interlaced my fingers, placing them on the table in front of me. Jimin seemed to ignore the action, but there was a small hint of nervousness just barely evident in his body language by my otherwise thoughtless movement. His charming confidence from a second ago seemed to crumble just ever so little.

"I... I don't know if... what am I talking about, you wouldn't know that, you're Park Jimin, why on Earth would you know weird information about me, I'm so stupid, thinking that everyone would know about the condition, when only Jin probably knows truly, but then again the receptionist is quite talkative, albeit, but even then why would someone as important and prestigious person as yourself listen to her rants that can last half an hour if you let her... even though she would probably try to keep you, seeing as she preys on handsome men, not to mention that she has an eye out for the opportunity for a sugar daddy... even though she already has a pairing and all, that's just sad, huh..." I spoke, wording my thoughts just as they popped into my head, like I would usually do when I was alone at home, I'd speak to myself aloud nonstop, in order to try and come to some sort of conclusion in my own mind about a certain matter... but this time it just seemed to end in even more confusion, at least for my part.

"Yoongi... I'm sorry, but you rambled all of that quite fast that I probably only caught half of it?" Jimin chimed in and I snapped my head up at him, only then realising that I was in fact still in my company's office building, inside a meeting room with my boss' new contractor, who'd I'd just talked the brains out of... shit.

"I'm so sorry, I usually don't do this, I-we, would you mind forgetting that that ever happened?" I pleaded, trying my best at making the puppy eyes which my sister always succeeded in doing to our parents when we both were much younger... perhaps our similar genetics would prove to be some sort of help?

"You don't have to worry about that, it's cute, really, I was more afraid that you'd be mad at me for not following along on everything" Jimin stated truthfully and it somehow felt like my heart sank deeper into my chest, skipping a beat.

"Really?"

"Really" he replied quickly with a large smile that reached his eyes, making his dark orbs adorably squinted, his crows feet on perfect display, but then his face settled into looking a bit more serious again.

"Though, I'd actually would like it if you explained what you were starting to say in the beginning there" he added, mentioning for the start of my embarrassing ramble just a second earlier and I had to delve back into my head to recollect what had been the starting shot of it all.

After a quiet minute of silence, during which I tried very hard to remember what the topic was, Jimin helped me by quoting "The condition?" and then it clicked right back into my mind... right, that.

"You see... I... I have this thing and it's weird, but I can actually see them now and I cannot for the life of me understand why, like how can I see you but not the wall or the plant over there?" I started, pointing quite frustratingly at the supposedly leafy greenery that stood potted in one of the corners of the room.

"You know, Yoongi... it would help my understanding of the storyline if you said what the thing actually was?" Jimin snickered, lips curling into a amused grin and I couldn't help but slap my own head... of course it would, how stupid could I be?

"I'm fully colourblind" I stated out loud, clearly, and I saw how Jimin had to make a double take at my words, staring at me in some sort of bewilderment... was it really that odd? Sure, it was actually a lie, or technically not, but I was nonetheless suffering from my past of having been dumped and left all to my lonesome by my supposed pairing, but no one else knew that, no one else knew that my colour deprivation was from such an occasion, so why was it weird?

"You said you can see me in colour? Yet you're colourblind?" he inquired and I nodded, staring at all the then saturated colours in his tuxedo, from the dark navy to the patterned teal of the handkerchief in his breast pocket, before he sucked in a breath in what I believed to be disbelief.

"Huh"

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