Quiet Grey World • VMIN
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"" A boy who went by the name of Park Jimin, growing up he had a great life, a wonderful family and good friends, he always faced the world with a bright smile even if chaos was breaking out in the world.
But all of that happiness ended at the age of 12, his world flipped upside down and everything came down crashing and there was something wrong that couldn't find the answer...
Suddenly Jimin wasn't the Jimin he used to be. What is it that we speak of?
Depression? A disease? Or worse, Cancer?
At the age of 12, Park Jimin suddenly went color blind. It was a sudden panic that overflowed like a river after a beaver dam breaking.
Jimin was doing his normal routine that he did daily, painting. He was sitting in the back room of his house, doing what he loved with his best friend and his eyes focused on the pastel colors of the sky, the tall buildings and the people walking by outside his window.
At that moment something was wrong and it caused his breath to hitch and heart raising into his ears, he shook his head as his vision went white, panicking and stumbling back as a electric shock wave struck through his body that sudden moment.
He shouted for his best friend, Jungkook in fear and confusion and he collapsed as soon as he was caught. When he opened his eyes, his vision was no longer the same, the painting on the canvas was no longer the colors that he loved. „„
→ Soulmate!AU
→ Ships: VMIN, Yoonseok, Namjin.
→ Started: July 12th, 2019
→ ended: September 3rd, 2019
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