I let Jin pull me back up to my apartment, all the hallways passing in gray blurs, only reacting when he made it to my door and asked me for the keys. I knew my behavior was setting off warning bells in their heads. Namjoon kept sneaking sideways glances at me, a curious look on his face.

I would have to tell him eventually. He was the only one that I had told about the whole "soulmate bringing back my color sight" thing. He was always more excited about it than I was. He once informed me that it was said in some cultures that humans had originally been made up of two of everything, heads, arms, etc. But they always only had one heart.

Zeus had grown fearsome of the humans strength, so he split them in half. Effectively leaving them with only half of their hearts. That's why people say that we wander around looking for our other halves for our whole lives.

Namjoon loved stuff like that, but me on the other hand. I didn't love it so much. The term "soul mates" had hovered over me my whole life, like a giant storm cloud. My family believed that I should be spending more time looking for my special someone, and I always just laughed at them.

Guess the jokes on all of us. I didn't even half to search for my soulmate. He just smacked right into me. Problem was, he was gone as soon as I found him.

Thinking back on it now, I wasn't even entirely sure if it was Jimin. I mean the stories all said that we got our sight back as long as we were within a certain distance of our soulmates.

And Jimin hadn't been the only one near me tonight. Sure he had been the one to run into me, but by the time I opened my eyes, Tae was within enough distance to give me my sight. Or at least he might have been. I didn't have this thing down to an exact science. My parents probably knew more, but I had never asked them anything like this. I was always so sure I wouldn't need it. I had never wanted to see in color.

Now everything was different. I felt like a man who had tasted the most exquisite food, just to have it robbed from him. You can't miss something you never had. But now that I've had it, I craved it like nothing else.

As Jin pulled me through the doorway to my apartment, I thought back to the night sky. It had seemed so beautiful.

I slipped my shoes off and made my way to the living room, stopping in front of the large window I had that looked out over the city. I looked out at the sky, wondering if I would ever see those colors again.

Namjoon came to stand beside me, still sneaking glances at me every now and then. He thought he was being stealthy, which would have made me laugh if I wasn't so drawn into myself at the moment.

Growing tired of his glances, I spoke.

"What color is the sky, Namjoon?"

He looked surprised by my sudden question. He glanced at me, then moved his eyes to the sky.

"The sky actually doesn't have any color, it just looks like it does because light reflects off the atmosphere-"

"I don't give a crap about all your science stuff, Namjoon. I just want to know what color the sky is," I interrupted.

A brief flash of hurt flitted across his eyes, but I couldn't bring myself to feel sorry about what I said.

"It's black."

I let out a dry laugh.

"Black, huh," I sneered, turning away from the window, making my way to the bathroom so I could grab the First Aid kit.

Walking through the rooms of my apartment, I thought about Namjoon's answer. He didn't know how wrong he was. I knew black, it was all I saw everyday. There was so much more to that spectacular sky than just "black".

I couldn't hold it against Namjoon though. Over the years, he has tried really hard to understand what I went through. He's done extensive research on Achromatopsia, he even put me through a crash course of color descriptions. Too bad those turned out useless when I actually needed them.

Walking back through the living room, I felt Namjoon's eyes follow me. I know he's worried, he just doesn't want to ask anything until he thinks I'm ready to talk about it.

I find Jin searching through my kitchen cupboards. Walking up behind him, I tap his shoulder.

He jumps at my sudden appearance, letting out a small squeak. On a normal day, I would have found that hilarious. His face became darker, and the sight made me think of the color I saw on Jimin's cheeks earlier. But the thought makes me feel worse, so I push it away.

"Looking for this?" I ask, holding up the First Aid kit.

Jin grabs it from me and motions for me to sit at my kitchen table. I sit at the end, Jin taking the chair to my right. A few seconds later and Namjoon pulls back the chair to my left, the legs squealing on my linoleum floor, and sits.

Jin grabs my right hand, quickly getting to work at pulling the little pebbles embedded in the cuts. I turn my head to Namjoon, taking in his features, remembering what color all of them were. His hair was dark, which right now it just looked black, but I knew it wasn't. I wish I knew the name of his hair color.

"Namjoon, what color is your hair?" I ask, my curiosity getting the best of me.

Namjoon smiles at me, "Why the sudden interest in colors tonight, Yoongi? We've been friends for years and never once have you asked me what color my hair is."

"No special reason," I say, shrugging my shoulders, "Just thought I'd try to make conversation."

He chuckled, "I guess that's a good enough reason. My hair is what we call "purple"."

"Purple?" I say, unsure of the sound of the word.

"Yeah, it's like a mixture of blue and red. It's a darker color, but can sometimes be light."

Jin chose that moment to pinch me with the tweezers, making me flinch in pain. He looked up at me, smiling sheepishly. I curse quietly under my breath as he pinches me once again.

"Jin, I know you're not meaning to, but could you please refrain from pinching me with those things?" I question, my frustration getting the best of me.

"Sorry, but some of them are really far in there. You're lucky Jimin let it slip that you hurt your hands or these definitely would have gotten infected."

At the mention of Jimin, I felt my curiosity grow even more. There was one thing I had been questioning since I first opened my eyes.

"Namjoon,"

"Mhm," he hummed.

"What color was Jimin's hair? It seemed a little lighter than most people's hair colors."

"Ah, you're right. Jimin's hair is what you would call "pink"," he said, leaning back so two of the chair legs were up off the floor. I was worried for the safety of my chairs, Namjoon has a habit of breaking things he touches.

"What's pink?" I ask, flinching as Jin once again pinches me.

Namjoon taps his chin as he thinks about how to answer my questions.

"Pink is a super light color-"

"And a super beautiful color!" Jin interrupts, overflowing with excitement.

"Yes, Yes. Pink is Jin's favorite color incase you couldn't tell," Namjoon says, chuckling, "But pink is usually associated with cutesy things. Like flowers. Or it's associated with candy. Cotton Candy is the one that most people think of. That's what his hair color is. Cotton Candy Pink."

"Pink..." I mutter, the word sounding strange on my tongue. It made sense though. When I first saw his hair color, the first word that came to mind was "cute".

"Any more questions?" Namjoon asked as Jin pulled my left hand over to start working on it.

"Just one. What color is my hair?" I ask, ruffling the locks with my now clean and bandaged right hand.

"Mint Green."

"Why does that not sound like a normal color?"

"That might be because it's not. Remember when you told me I could dye your hair whatever color I wanted? I mean you can't see it anyway so what does it really matter, right?"

I nodded, remembering the day I told him that exact thing. Namjoon had mentioned that certain colors would look great on me, so I told him to go nuts. I mean, it's not like it mattered to me. I hadn't even asked what color he chose in the end. Now I'm thinking that was a silly thing to do.

He could have given me a horrendous color and I never would have even known.

"Yeah, I remember."

"Well, I chose mint green. I thought it would look amazing on you, and guess what? I was right.

Wasn't I, Jin?"

Jin looked up from cleaning my hand.

"That's right. He chose well, Yoongi. You look-" he chuckled, "Le-jin-dary!"

Namjoon groaned at his joke, putting his hands up to cover his face.

"Why on Earth am I dating you?" Namjoon questioned.

"Because you love me," Jin answered.

"Ah, of course."

I smiled at their back and forth banter, happy that they had finally to come out and say they were dating.

Jin secured the last few bandages in place and released my hand back to me.

"I guess that means that our plans for tonight are off? Honestly, my hands are super sore and I am exhausted," I admitted, "But, that doesn't mean you two can't still go out without me."

I watched as they shared a few glances back and forth. I knew they wanted to still go out but they would feel bad for excluding me. I quickly assured them that I would be fine, pulling them out of their chairs and pushing them towards the front door.

Once they said their goodbyes to me, they were gone. And I was alone again.

Sighing, I made my way to my room, going directly to the bathroom attached to the room. I flipped on the light switch, momentarily blinded by the bright LED's shining down from the ceiling. Once my eyes had adjusted, I moved to the shower, turning on the knobs.

I turned, looking at myself in the mirror. I looked at my eyes, wondering what color they were. Were they the same shade as Namjoon's? How about Jin's?

I moved my hands up to my hair, lightly pulling on the strands coming down to cover my forehead. I knew what color they were supposed to be. But I hadn't actually seen the color today. It would have been nice to know what I look like.

Shrugging, I turned away from the mirror. There was no reason for me to dwell on something that I'll never know.

Stripping my clothes off, I stepped into the shower and let the hot water work its way into my sore muscles. Standing in the steam, I let my mind wander to thoughts of the night sky.

Once the water began to run cold, I stepped out. Dressing in my usual pajamas, I made my way to my bed.

I set my alarm for the next morning. I had a meeting with some new trainees at the company tomorrow and I needed a full 8 hours of sleep to be able to deal with that. I closed my eyes, letting sleep take me.


Of course I woke up late. It happens all the time. I hate waking up and getting out of bed, so I snooze the alarm over and over until I absolutely have to get out of bed.

My little snooze fest left me with barely enough time to get dressed and brush my teeth. Not having enough time to deal with my hair, I slid a beanie over top. Hopefully that hid most of my bed head. Slipping my sunglasses on, I made my way outside.

Luckily, or unluckily depending on how you looked at it, I wasn't trampled on my way out the door this time. Thank goodness because I definitely didn't have time for that today. I ran down the street, thanking my lucky stars that I chose to move close to the studio.

Namjoon met me at the entrance of the building, holding out a cup of coffee for me.

I thanked him, quickly downing a huge gulp of the steaming liquid. It burned but that was better than the grumpiness I would be feeling if I didn't get coffee pronto.

I usually do all of my work at night, since day time causes so many issues with my eyesight. But meetings were the rare occasions were I had to live like the rest of society.

Walking into the lobby, I flashed my ID badge and moved quickly down the hallway.

"Someone's in a rush today. Excited to meet the new trainees?" Namjoon asked, casually keeping up to my pace thanks to his long legs.

I closed my eyes against the bright lights, stinging my eyes even through my sunglasses. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I shook my head.

"You know I hate this Namjoon. I hate having to come out like this. These lights are killing me," I groaned.

"I know that, Yoongi. But you should open your eyes because-"

I crashed into a warm body, nearly falling over.

"Because of that," Namjoon sighed.

Opening my eyes against the stinging pain from the lights, I was met with the sight of Cotton Candy Pink hair.

His eyes became a thin line as he smiled at me.

"We keep running into each other like this."

Aw, I wish I had taken the time to brush my hair today.