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When Jimin asks him what his favorite color is, for the first time in years, Jungkook hesitates.
One look at the younger boy's outfit and the answer should've been obvious: thick black boots, tight black jeans, oversized black hoodie. It's there written all over him.
His favorite color is black. Black. He's known this to be true for as long as he can remember. It's an answer he's given over and over, guiltlessly.
But for some reason, in this moment, with Jimin looking at him expectantly, he can't say it because he knows it would be a lie.
His favorite color, just an hour ago, before he met Jimin for the first time, was black. But in the time between
>Jungkook racing into a cafe for a much needed caffeine fix
> tripping on the entrance mat
> crashing into the most beautiful man he's ever seen
> knocking said man's newly purchased beverage all over the floor
> apologizing relentlessly
> insisting on buying the beautiful man who's name turned out to be Jimin a new drink
> joining him to drink it upon his request
> and getting to know Jimin as they talked easily and endlessly for the better part of an hour
Jungkook finds he has a new favorite color: pink. But not just any pink.
It's the vibrant but still pastel pink of the hair Jimin absentmindedly runs his hands through as he talks enthusiastically and listens just as intently.
It's the subtle blush pink that spreads over Jimin's soft cheeks as the coffee he sips on warms him from the inside out. The same one that gets darker and more obvious when Jungkook holds his gaze just a little too long.
It's the lush pink of Jimin's plump lips that release a small "ah" as they pull away from his coffee cup. The pink of those soft lips that can go from an adorable pout to a wide open laugh to a flirty smirk. The pink of the most captivating smile Jungkook has ever seen and honestly wants nothing more than to kiss.
So when Jimin asks him what his favorite color is, he hesitates, for only a second, before he answers truthfully.