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Pink.
For Eunho, the color of love is pink.
A color that is tender — like the first flutters of butterflies in his stomach the moment he fell in love without even knowing. A feeling that he brushed off as harmless admiration, for a person he’s known for a long time but only recently saw in a different light.
A color that is warm — like everything behind the love-tinted, rose-colored glasses that made their simple conversations heart-pounding, their times spent with each other addictive, and their laughter together intoxicating. At least for him.
A color that is lovely — just like Bamby.
It’s funny how the turning point for Eunho wasn’t anything spectacular.
They were joking around just like usual during dance practice. There was a sudden lull in their banter when he turned to Bamby just in time to see him laughing.
Eunho suddenly became hyperaware of the way Bamby’s lips had been stretched into a wide grin, his cheeks heated, his eyes scrunched, and his unrestrained laughter echoing in their practice room, against the four walls surrounding them and straight into Eunho’s chest.
Bamby looked beautiful, and Eunho was mesmerized. Overwhelmed.
His heartbeat pounded too loudly in his ears, yet he couldn't move his eyes away from the older.
There was a heaviness in his chest and a lump in his throat, brought by a feeling he recognized but didn't want to acknowledge.
It made him feel breathless and choked up. He cleared his throat to release some of the tension in his lungs, the sound and look of Bamby’s uninhibited happiness still rattling in his mind. When that didn’t do anything, he coughed.
And that was when the first flower fell from his lips.
Pink rose petals — tender, warm, and lovely against his palm. Symbolizing the beginning of romantic love and, ironically, the end of Eunho’s life.