❝BRUSHES & FLOWERS❞

The paint had dried and the brushes are cold. Jimin doesn't want to pick up a canvas to paint on it again since she went to the hospital. It's almost like his muse went to a deep slumber as her body lies inside the hospital bed.

Pain eating him up as it does to her. Colors are dead to him, only black and white filling up his day. But that smile, oh, that smile, that eyes, and that hair. Those are the only color that Jimin could see.