Yellow • P.JM ✔

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You stare blankly at your laptop's screen. The cute animal video that was playing a few moments ago is now paused, waiting for you to click play once again.

But you just stare at the screen blankly, your mind only thinking about the boy whom you are meeting on a daily basis in a different world.

You don't even know who he is, what he is. Heck you don't even know his name for crying out loud. Still, you can't stop yourself from meeting him. You can't stop yourself from opening that cute little yellow umbrella and stepping into his surreal world.

You sigh as you realize it's already been more than two months that you both are meeting and it feels like the most natural thing to do.

Weirdly enough, no one can see him except you after opening that umbrella. That day, when you panicked so much thinking about Seokjin opening the umbrella and seeing him, you remember how the beautiful boy just laughed beside you and said that no one beside you can ever see him through the umbrella. And this is pretty much making you question your sanity.

But you know that you're not hallucinating for two months after finding some weird umbrella in a bus stop.

Because, you can bet your whole existence that no one can create a beautiful being so ethereal like him in imaginations. No human being can have such a vast imagination to create someone so undescribably beautiful like that boy. At least you don't have such imagination.

So he is real even though he's so surreal at the same time.

He has to be real.

He has to, for the sake of your sanity, for the sake of your beating heart that seems to beat only for him these days.

Seeing that your thoughts are doing you no good except messing up your head more, you check the time and get up.

2.30 am.

You take slow strides and go downstairs to check on your brother.

Seeing that Yoongi is sleeping like a dead man, you sigh and go back to your room that feels chilly all on a sudden. You visibly shiver and decide to wear a thin cardigan along with the pale blue tee you're wearing.

After mentally preparing yourself, you open the last drawer of your bedside table and bring out the neatly folded yellow umbrella.

Your heart starts drumming against your ribcage really fast as soon as you detach the small strap of the umbrella and slowly you open it.

You take a deep breath and close your eyes as the strong smell of citrus surrounds you, not feeling dizzy anymore because of going through this same thing for more than thousands of times over the last two months.

And slowly, you feel your body getting lighter and lighter than a feather.

As you slip into comfortable darkness, for the first time in all these months, you're not unconscious. But you're not conscious too.

You feel yourself getting confused and your mind turns into an empty canvas, no thought being able to roam freely like it normally happens.

Different moments spent with the boy for whom your heart beats appears before you and you just look at them with mouth agape.

It's as if you're watching a series of pictures of you two which were taken secretly, when both of you were captivated by each other's presence.

You watch the scenes where you're staring at him pure adoration, and you become surprised seeing the sparkles and golden dusts visible around him which you always thought were just a part of the imaginations of your mind.