Rainbow - BTS

35 - Red

The universe knits us together
Weaves a tapestry too complex to fully see
The picture bright, in morning light
The threads of fate linking you to me

We wonder what the future holds
The mysteries, the truth untold

We wait for someone to explain
Who we are, what the connections are
But every guess seems way too far
From reality, it's fantasy, and therefore not true
But I'm no person to draw the line.
Are you? 

Somewhere, in Jimin's mind, he's busy wondering about his coworker, worried about how he's doing. Somewhere else, he's trying to build up his opinion of Jungkook, the green illustrator with a photographic memory. At the same time, he's concerned for his own boss, a friendly blue who seems to be struggling with something. His new friend Nadia, and her cheerful attitude, her fascination with the books of a poet she's never met. The girl Jungkook recognised at the bookshop, the turquoise he appears to get on well with. 

His mother frowns, concerned, when he comes home from work and immediately flops onto the sofa, onto his back, work uniform still on, his bag placed unceremoniously on the dining table. "Rough day?" she enquires. He opens an eye, sees her expression, and sits up properly. 
"It's alright. It's just...very confusing, a lot of the time. The customers are fine, I'm just...doing a lot of thinking. That's all." 

She sits carefully on the sofa, and he moves his legs to accommodate her. She's not a big woman, but the sofa is small, and any person lying on it would have to move a bit to make space for another human being. "Want to talk about it, or do you want a coffee?" she asks, offering a reassuring smile. Her son blinks both eyes open, and then nods gratefully. 
"Is it okay if I say both?" She chuckles. 
"Of course it is, Chim. Give me a minute, and I'll sort that out for you. Then you can tell me all the drama."

As she stands up to sort out his drink, he sits up. "Actually....I'll get it. Do you want anything?" he says suddenly, and her eyes widen.
"Are you sure? You've had a long day, you already said that." He shrugs. 
"So have you," he returns. "I'm not the only person in the house who has to go out and work, after all." 

His mother smiles. "I highly doubt that my day was more exhausting than yours, Chim. My boss let me go early, after all. And I don't have to deal with the public on the daily, do I?" 

The redhead shrugs. "Perhaps not, but that doesn't mean you don't deserve a break. Now, can I grab you a drink?" She thinks for a moment, head tilted to the side, and then nods slowly. "What would you like?"
"Just a cup of tea would be nice," she responds quietly, still thoughtful, and he nods in understanding, leaving the door open on his exit and then rushing back to pull it shut properly. 

His mother just sits there for a second, smiling slightly, then she glances over at her husband, who's standing by the other doorway, his phone in his right hand, watching the entire exchange. "He's growing up, isn't he?" she murmurs, and Jimin's father nods, stepping into the room properly so that he can slide an arm around her waist. 

"I think he's just becoming more like his mother. He's more mature, more thoughtful," he returns after a few seconds, and she looks up at him.
"You're thoughtful too, you know. You just never give yourself credit for it," she tells him, stepping out of his arms just as her son returns with two steaming mugs. She reaches out, takes her own drink, and then places it to one side on a coaster to let it cool a little. "So what happened, Chim?" 

Her son looks between his parents for a moment, and then he shrugs, settling himself down on the sofa, coffee in hand. "I think I just didn't realise how complicated it was, to be an adult. I thought it would be easier, somehow. I don't know why."
"You're not the only one who struggled, so don't worry," his father comments simply, sending the youngster a reassuring smile. "And you're doing better than you think. You've got a job, you're safe, and you're making a difference in the world."