yoongi has never waited for anything or anybody, in that case. but now while sketching one of his illustrations he glanced up at the clock every ten minutes waiting for this friday to end.

on wednesday, yoongi felt an indescribable urge to go out into the town. he didn't know why he wanted to, so he found himself a reason.
"I've almost used up all the paper..." he said looking at two huge stocks of papers on one of his shelves.
"yeah, I should get more."

the town hasn't changed much. yoongi looked around, gazing at people, secretly in hopes of meeting a certain individual he met a few days ago.
he noticed that a few new shops opened here and there. one of them was an art shop and yoongi rushed to it as fast as possible.
the first thing that caught yoongi's eyes was a wooden easel, it stood out to him the most behind the shop's glass which displayed paintings done by random customers.

yoongi was about to enter the shop but stopped instantly. his eyes traveled left to a painting with an oddly familiar face. there weren't too many people yoongi knew in this world.
his jaw dropped when he realized what was in front of him — a painting of jung hoseok. yoongi wouldn't mistake him for anybody else, it was definitely him! the portrait was done immaculately, it seemed to be almost perfect, like a real photo.

"I drew that."

yoongi got startled and turned his head abruptly only to see a young male standing in front of him. he looked soft and kind... almost like an angel.
he looked back at the painting and read the initials that were carefully written at the bottom.

"PJM?" he asked.

"yeah, that's me. I'm park jimin." the stranger pulled out his hand for a handshake.

"min yoongi." he shook the male's hand.

"min yoongi? as in... you're that min yoongi?" jimin questioned, his eyes full of shock.

"well, yeah." yoongi wondered why he was somewhat like a celebrity in this town.

"hoseok told me he met you recently. wow... you're interested in art as well?" jimin smiled.

yoongi had so many questions for this young man.
"I... yeah, I draw, but I never tried painting... I can't really afford all the stuff needed for it." yoongi replied lowering his head. "yeah, and uh... you're an amazing artist... hoseok and you are friends?"

"us? yeah, I guess." jimin responded without much thought. "he said you're a very kind person. the rumors that go around say you're cold and... heartless. I can't believe people have the audacity to judge somebody they've never met properly."

"oh... I'm glad you don't think of me that way." yoongi pulled on a little smile.

"of course, I'd never assume anything about anybody without at least talking to them." jimin shrugged his shoulders. "well in any case, what did you say earlier? about not having enough money for the supplies?"

"uh..." yoongi bit his lip nervously. "yeah I kind of don't earn a lot and most of my money goes on the medication I take."

"alright, I'll buy it for you. let's go."

"what-"

before yoongi got the chance to finish, jimin grabbed him by the hand and led him inside the little shop. it was little but felt extremely cozy. the shop worker was enjoying a cup of coffee that made the entire place smell like cinnamon.

"welcome, park jimin and his new friend!" she greeted them.

"good afternoon." jimin greeted the lady back and turned to yoongi.
"choose what you need."

"no, I seriously feel very uncomfortable right now... and I won't be able to pay you back, I can't just- sorry." yoongi explained in a quiet voice.

"hey, it's literally fine, I swear." jimin let out a little chuckle. "you don't have to pay me back... it's like... let this be a present for your birthday!"

"a birthday gift?" yoongi bit his lip hard to stop his tears. everybody knew he lost his family, but he didn't know he lost them on his birthday. he hated it ever since and stopped celebrating it. sometimes he even forgot his own age.

yoongi walked around the shop looking at everything that was displayed there. he always wished to try drawing with oil paints, but never had the money to do it. his mother was an artist and all he wished was to be like her — kind, loving, talented.

yoongi picked out a few canvases, a set of oil paints and a few different sized brushes.

"I know you want that wooden easel." jimin whispered to yoongi and grabbed it from the glass display.
"and don't even try to say you don't."

"ooh, great choice, that easel exists in only two copies in the entire country." the lady said while checking out everything that was picked.

"omg, it must be so expensive-" yoongi started but was immediately cut off.

"I don't wanna hear it." jimin snapped his fingers and laughed afterwards. "I have the second copy of that easel, so you're special. now you'll forever remember me who purchased it for you."

"I'm eternally grateful, jimin, you can't even imagine." yoongi responded almost tearing up.

"don't sweat it."

—

yoongi found it exceptionally easy to draw with oil paints even though he didn't recall ever trying it. but maybe all those days of watching his mom paint up close played a part.
his eyes glanced over at a beautiful painting that was carefully placed on one of the shelves. yoongi knew he'd never be as good as his mom, but simply coloring the background and tracing over the mountain tops brought yoongi back to the times when she was still alive.

hoseok was supposed to come over today and yoongi got everything ready for his visit. he gave his house a full cleaning session for the first time in ages and was surprised to see how some things turned out to be white instead of gray.
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he kitchen smelled of lavender - a candle yoongi bought a few days back. he thought it gave his house certain coziness.

he turned off the tv and grabbed his diary. his grandfather gave him a notebook for his fourteenth birthday. it was nothing special, but yoongi cherished it. he didn't know what to write in it, neither did he feel the need to write about his day or how he felt because he could always talk to his dad about it.
but after their death, pages of that notebook started filling with words at an incredible pace. and now, yoongi realized he only had 10 pages left.

he grabbed a pen and took the last sip of his cold tea before beginning to write.

'I never thought I'd speak to anybody ever again. I thought I'd never be able to smile again. I thought this house full of my most memorable - both beautiful and terrifying - memories would never be this bright again.

and here I am waiting for certain sunshine to knock on my door.

I thought I'd never see color.
but that day everything changed when I looked into his eyes and saw... real colors.'

knock knock knock...