"Still in denial?" You asked softly. "About what?" "Missing her," you piped quietly, heart knotting as you spoke. He sighed, his face almost buried into the book before him. "It's okay that you do..." He eyed you carefully, "What are you? My tutor or my shrink?" You licked your lips a bit, the pencil in your hand lamely moving between the hold of your soft fingertips. "Whatever you need," you whispered out. - Having a genuine friend is something Park Jimin never had. People would pretend to care for him in attempts to get closer to him. When finding comfort in the only girl that sees him nothing other than the boy she tutors, he results in finding ways to cope with your help when suffering through his heart wrenching and confusing breakup. What he doesn't realize is that although you didn't feel for him in the beginning, constant time spent with the quiet and shy boy in your class makes you want to be more than just his friend. While, in his eyes throughout all of it, you're nothing but his tutor girl... - MATURE CONTENT AT POINTS SO JUST BE PREPARED IF YOU'RE READING. -

"Despite 7 million colors being visible to the human eye, and 48 of your color pencils available for you to use, why are you only using the black, white, and red ones?" I looked down and tried to think of the answer. I don't know, maybe because black is my dark days lacking you, white is all the emptiness I felt, and red... Is the color of my bleeding conscience. As I don't want to let him down, I kept those answers to myself. And all I said was "You want me to start using other colors too?" "As much as I want you to start opening your heart, to the fact that you have many other people who loves you and cares about you, and that it's not only me." I froze as I am not able to give him an answer to that. I hate lying. But I hated disappointing him even more. started: 08/08/15 completed: 23/06/17