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 let out an exhausted sighed as he removed his coat and plopped down on the sofa. He had been working with Hoseok all day long for the past two days and he was beyond exhausted. They had to complete the new song for the younger's mixtape since the deadline was tomorrow. Hoseok somehow found out that Namjoon too has some idea about music even though he worked with Jin in his business.
"Aish, I don't know!" Yoongi heard Jimin's voice. He guessed he was talking to one of his friends.
"Jungkookie, stop teasing me! ... No... Whatever... Yeah, yeah... You know I can't... okay, bye bye"
Yoongi got up from the couch and walked towards Jimin's room. He loosened his shirt as he did so and plopped down on the bed. He saw Jimin grin widely as his presence.
"Yoongi hyung!" Jimin beamed, jumping on him and wrapping his around him. Yoongi chuckled from the sudden burst of excitement from the younger, returning the hug.
"What are you talking about? I didn't mean to overhear, but it was something about you not being able to do something" Yoongi mumbled.
Jimin tilted his head, "With Jungkook? Oh! He was asking if I wanted to go Taehyung's art exhibition this weekend. Well, not the actual thing but the rehearsal since this gallery was meant only for celebrities. Kind of like an auction. But I said no...because...well... I don't see where's the point, literally."
Yoongi rolled his eyes at the pun and sighed. He thought about it for a while until an idea popped into his mind.
"Are you bored?" He asked.
"Am I breathing?" Jimin asked back.
Yoongi chuckled and got up, "Wait here, I have an idea but let me go change my clothes first."
"Hurry up!"
"Okay, Tinkerbell"
Jimin frowned, "I'm not Tinkerbe- Okay fine, that's so accurate, I hate it."
Yoongi put down all the material. Brushes, jar of water, watercolors, acrylic colors, soft and oil pastels before going to get Jimin. He held the younger's hand as he walked him into his room and made sure he didn't walk over or trip over the drawing items.
"What are we doing?" Jimin asked, sitting down and hearing the sound of a page being torn.
"We... are going to paint!" Yoongi announced, taping the corners of the paper so that it didn't curl up when being wetted.
Jimin slumped his shoulders, his eyes turning salmon red. Yoongi knew Jimin was annoyed, even if his eyes and hair didn't change colors.
"Just trust me." Yoongi said. This was something, he had thought about before and so had already made a simple drawing. It was almost like something a child would made. He had pasted threads on the boundaries of the several drawings so that Jimin could feel them.
