People are so naïve. They assume that light is always good.
Is it?
People take light to be their representation of hope and life. They think light soothes their pain. Light for them is like a warm blanket that keeps them safe.
Light, for them...
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The next morning when Yoongi woke up he felt nauseous. It was one of the side effects of transforming to and from between his mortal form and galactic form. However, his attention quickly shifted to the view outside. It still wasn't sunrise yet. And even though Yoongi was truly a primordial being, he still was excited to see the sunrise in its true colors. There is no point in remembering how the sunrises looks on other planets, since its all different from each other. The sun finally rose, filling the sky with shades of orange and pink. Peach and magenta, amber and rose. The sun blooms on the horizon, golden petals stretching ever outwards. The sky, for Yoongi, was a mix of grey and other shades.
Nonetheless, Yoongi noticed that things inside his room that were illuminated by the sunlight, showed faint color. It was hard to differentiate between the greyness and the true color, but Yoongi was still able to see the difference. Then he looked down at his hand to find, all of his body was still grey in view for him but the part that Jimin had touched was colored in a pale whitish pink. He traced over the colored splotched over his hand with his finger and sighed.
He looked at the time to see that it was a few minutes past six. Yoongi wasn't really a morning person, since most of the night he spent using his powers. It was a habit of sorts. As Darkness, Yoongi didn't need sleep. But his mortal form requires to rest. At first, Yoongi didn't really understand the concept. Why waste so much by sleeping? And that's why in the beginning Yoongi didn't sleep at all until his body gave out. Since then, Yoongi has to remind himself to sleep in a regular basis, if not each night. Seventy-five years later, Yoongi would accept that resting was in fact enjoyable even if it wasn't productive. But still, Yoongi forgot to sleep every now and then.
Yoongi tried to get off the bed and trudged to his bathroom. After freshening up, Yoongi went to change his night clothes. When he removed his shirt, he noticed a faint, barely visible scar on his chest. He frowned when he saw that because it wasn't present the day before. He thought about it for a while before realizing that it was from the fight with Light last night. He checked the rest of his body, to see if there were any more of such scare but found none. Yoongi then came to the conclusion that only deep wounds on his true form will get reflected on his mortal form.
He ran his finger to see if it hurt, and hissed a little in pain. It burned when touched, but not so much as it did when Light had attacked him. After taking one last glance, Yoongi put on another shirt. Since, Yoongi couldn't see what colors he was wearing, he stuck to monochromatic clothes- black, white, and grey. And the few colored clothes that he owned, he bought them only if the tag showed stated their colors. And as for the money, it was nothing he couldn't get using a little bit of his power. But still, he had to work to appear normal and mix along with the rest of the crowd. As colorblind, there was only so much he could do in the modern world. During the different eras, his work changed from time to time and now he sticks to song writing. He learned how to play the piano as well. A delight when he found out that the keys of the majestic piano were black and white as well. Though, the work he does, doesn't even cover half of his rent, his little magic tricks deals with the rest. And Hoseok told him about a flat mate to spilt the rent with, it made things even easier for him and less suspicious for others.
