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 day, Yoongi woke up later than usual. Since last night, he stayed up with Jimin past midnight, telling the younger everything that was colored in green and browns. There were so many more colors left, and he wondered how he could explain the rest to the younger. He seemed to be just excited as the younger about the colors.
However, at the moment something else caught his attention. He could barely catch it the first time. But as he paid attention, he realized what it was. His eyes widen a little when he realized what it was. Jimin was singing.
As he quietly approached the living room, he could hear the younger's voice more clearly. And even though, he wanted to see where Jimin was. He still didn't want to risk letting Jimin know about his presence. He knew that the younger would stop right away. And he wanted to hear Jimin's sweet voice for a little longer. Jimin's voice was overwhelming to say the very least. He was reaching those high notes like there was no tomorrow and then came back down to the low notes in the most perfect way possible.
"Damn it!" Yoongi cursed, when he tried leaning on his door, forgetting that it wasn't touching the wall behind it. The moment he shifted his weight, the door slammed against the wall and Jimin immediately stopped.
"No, why did you stop?" Yoongi complained as he walked into the living room.
Jimin's face turned pink. His eyes widening, though they remained unfocused. His irises, lowly turned a pale shade of red. Few strands of his hair, mimicking the color. He was sitting on the sofa, his phone in front of him. And from where Yoongi stood, he could see that the younger was playing music.
"How-How- long were you listening?" Jimin stuttered.
"Long enough" Yoongi answered.
Jimin whined hearing that. The reds in his eyes and hair turning a shade darker. His blush changed from soft pink to rosy shade of a cherry blossom. Everything confused Yoongi even more.
"I'm so embarrassed. I'm so sorry for destroying your ears" Jimin mumbled.
"Oh no, please. Destroy my ears even more. I'm totally fine with it"
Jimin whined even more. Hiding his face in the cup of his hands.
"What are you embarrassed for?" Yoongi asked, mentally noting that soft shade of red in Jimin's eyes meant embarrassment and shyness.
"Did you hear my voice?!" Jimin asked in return as if it would answer Yoongi's question. The younger still refused to remove his hands.
"Yeah, I did. And that is exactly why I have no idea what you're so embarrassed. Your voice is amazing"
"It is?" Jimin asked, peeking from in between his hand.
Yoongi sighed, and reached forward to remove Jimin's hands. He noticed the way Jimin's eyes turned form soft red to pink.
