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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Yoongi sighed as he bobbed his head slightly to the rhythm of the song playing through his headphones and looked at the painting he was working on. He had always wanted to paint, but he couldn't before. Because everything looked different shades of grey, black and whites. And even if he could just read off the label of colors on the paint, he still couldn't mix them.
So, now that he could see colors, he went to a shop and bought multiple different kinds of painting mediums. Well, as much as he could afford without seeming suspicious. And as of now, he was in his room, painting a simple scenery and half way through it.
Once in a while, his thoughts would trail back to the talk he had with Namjoon four days back. The end, he was trying to ignore. That he would eventually have to let go of Jimin. He felt choked up just by thought of it. And the more he thought of it, the more his feelings grew. It was to the point, Yoongi was so close to wishing they could go back to the day they met and deny Hoseok of wanting a flat mate. But at the same time, the idea of it was too bitter. The idea of being without the younger. Experiencing everything he got to now. The ways Jimin's hair and eyes changed with each emotion. The smile on his face. His voice. Him.
Just the idea of being without the younger was ridiculous. He was scared of quick everything was going. Jimin and Yoongi had been sharing flat for almost four months. Five, when January comes to an end. This was how he was. He either didn't grow feelings for anyone. And when he did, he fell hard. It was the same for any other primordial being as ancient as him. Love was a dangerous concept. Almost foreign. That's why is Yoongi tried not to get close to any other person in all the time he had been on Earth.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain shooting through his chest. The brush fell of his fingers because of it. He frowned, when the feeling remained consistent. He frowned, rubbing on his chest and removed his headphones.
He went to the washroom and washed the paint off his hands before heading towards the living room. He heard soft sobbing sounds coming from the other side of the couch. Immediately panic filled his systems as he rushed to the other side. Jimin was on the floor. Tears rolling down his cheeks as silent sob wrecked through his body. His head snapped up in panic when he heard the elder next to him.
"Yoon-Yoongi?" His broken voice called.
Yoongi's felt his heart break a little at the younger's condition. He quickly got down next to him and pulled him closer to himself. He didn't ask anything about what had happened and gently pushed the younger's head to his chest and rubbed his back. He still didn't know what had happened, but hearing the younger's broken cries was tearing him apart.
"Shh, please don't cry, love" Yoongi whispered, feeling the younger clutching and unclutching on to his shirt. His body trembling slightly as he gasped for air.
"Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm here, love. I'm here for you" Yoongi murmured, rocking the younger's body a little.
