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Pink was the color of Seongwoo's shirt when Minhyun chose him.
The taller had reasoned out that he needed someone well-rounded in his team,
but it was honestly just an excuse to be able to finally talk to him.
Pink was the color of their shirts when Minhyun realized he had fallen deep.
Keeping Seongwoo in the team was for the purpose of delivering an amazing performance.
As they had fortunately been grouped again, Minhyun was unwilling to let him go.
Pink was the color of Minhyun's skin when Seongwoo beat Minhyun into confessing.
The hues spread throughout his cheeks, ears even neck,
and Seongwoo kissed him slowly, teasing Minhyun with every touch of his lips to the reddened areas.
Pink was the color of the roses Minhyun received from Seongwoo when he promised a forever.
Typically red, Seongwoo chose pink to represent the true tangling of their fates, the day Minhyun chose him.
Minhyun held him tight, whispering a string of yeses into his ear and accepting the promise.
Pink was the color of Minhyun's hands gripping his.
At fourteen years old two aspiring boys held each other’s hands to avoid tripping,
signaling the beginning of a tinged journey.
Pink (adj).
Able to move across shades,
One side representing youthful romance, the other side brimming with passionate desire,
and in the middle stands pink,
the color that drew two souls into each other, staining their canvasses with fondness and mirthful love.