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"Hyung." Jeongguk hears a questioning hum in reply. "What about this one?"
Jeongguk hears shuffling and then feels his side warm with the pressure of his boyfriend leaning on him. Another warmth, in the form of a large, bone-y hand, sidles onto Jeongguk's own hands. Yoongi's thumb smoothens up and down on Jeongguk's fingers and along the smooth body of the strawberry keychain in it.
"The strawberry is red. The small strip of wood beside it is painted black. And the letters that display 'Suga' is in white."
Jeongguk hums along the low and rumbling voice that's explaining right beside his face. Wanting to feel more of Yoongi's warm presense, he shortens the distance between them and rubs his cheeks againsts Yoongi's. The elder's laugh not only pleases his ears but also the feeling of the laugh's vibration on his side.
"How do you see red, Yoongi-hyung? What is red like?"
The man takes a moment to think about it with a 'hmm' and Jeongguk waits.
"Red... Red looks angry, for me." he starts. "But passionate and dominant. Red is the color of blood. And roses. And those valentines hearts that hung annoyingly all over the campus on Feb. They say it's the color of love. Yeah, love and passion. "
Jeongguk feels a slide of Yoongi's thumb of his lower lip. "Your lips are a nice shade of red."
He couldn't stop his heart from skipping a beat and he feels his cheeks warm.
Yoongi chuckles, "And the color of your cheeks right now."
Jeongguk nods and tries to imagine the color that says love and passion and even anger. The color of his lips and apparently his cheeks when he blushes.
"What about black?" Jeongguk asks, now absentmindedly playing with Yoongi's hand.
"Black." Yoongi takes a pause longer than before. "Black is lonely and cold and scary." he says and Jeongguk senses melancholy swimming between words.
"But black is beautiful. It's solid and strong in its own way, too. " Yoongi runs a free hand through Jeongguk's hair. "Black is the color of darkness."
"The color of blindness?"
He hears Yoongi take a deep breath. "Yeah." Yoongi lets his head fall on the younger's shoulder. "They say it's the color of evil."
"They?" Jeongguk asks.
"Yeah, they. I think black is beautiful, even though it's kinda scary. I don't find Sugakookie evil." And as if on cue, the cat meows from the other side of the room, forcing out giggles from Jeongguk. "Except maybe that one time she scratched my underwear gone." Yoongi adds, upgrading Jeongguk's giggle into a laugh.
"And white?"
"My favorite color." Yoongi says. "Simple, calm, kinda empty but pure, innocent, clean, light, free. It feels at ease."
Jeongguk hums. "What objects are white, hyung?"
"The clouds, up, up, up in the sky; milk; light; snow; pretty much everything in our house, too." Yoongi says as Jeongguk feels him move his head to look at their home. "And those comfy shirts you very much like to wear all the time." Jeongguk tugs at the hem of his comfy shirt with a full-teeth'ed smile.
"What's your favorite red, white and black, hyung?" he whispers after Yoongi moves to lay him down and position himself a little above Jeongguk.
A cozy silence settles between them only to be broken by the sound of Yoongi giving the corner of Jeongguk's lips a peck. Jeongguk lifts his head a bit, as if to follow Yoongi's lips when it left him. But Yoongi meets him halfway and kisses him full on the lips, soft and slow and innocent.
"Your lips." Yoongi says after breaking the kiss, voice low and small that only Jeongguk can hear. It sounds like a secret between them and Jeongguk is willing to keep it safe and tucked.
"Our bed." Jeongguk can hear the snicker in Yoongi's voice as he bounces a bit on the said bed as if to make emphasis. "And..... Sugakookie?" He asks, voice unsure before he nods. "Respectively."
Jeongguk smacks his hyung's arm despite the smile, "Sugakookie'll scratch you if she hears you say it like a question."
He hears Yoongi snort. "Like I'd care." then dips down to catch Jeongguk's lips again. And they stay like that for a while, sharing breaths and communicating in their own way, soft and warm and wet and sweet.
"Colors sound wonderful." Jeongguk says a little later while they sit beside each other, still on their bed, their own hot cocoa in between their hands. He hears Yoongi drink and put his mug down on the bed side.
"They are." He says, because it's true. But he felt the words burn his tongue more than his beverage did. His chest did a little squeeze. It's one of those times when he'd feel all the guilt he could possibly can because such a good person didn't deserve to be neglected of the beautiful things this world has to offer. The colors, the beauty only the eye can sense, even the beauty Jeongguk himself possesses—all of which he can't witness. It's one of those times that Yoongi wishes their situation were inverted instead.
"I can't give you the colors, Jeongguk-ah. But I'll give you everything else that I can, to make up for it. And because you deserve it, and everything else."
The way Jeongguk smiled is enough to be the reason and Yoongi feels determined to keep his promise.