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“Y/N…Y/N!!”

Y/N’s head quickly turned from looking out the classroom window to her best friend’s face. The vibrant, quick stroke of magenta that passed her vision was not pleasant, and she definitely didn’t want to see it again.

“H-hey…” she spoke, timidly, “what’s up?” 

“I was just going to ask you if you had anything planned after school. The other class rep is a butthead who doesn’t get crap done, if he even shows up in the first place. We’re scheduled to help staple some handouts together.” Y/N’s best friend huffed in frustration as she glanced over to the other class rep being reckless, but then turned back to Y/N, flashing a smile.

Y/N was used to seeing the little fluffs of magenta that floated around her best friend. It made her feel warm inside, just like when they were little and Y/N was unaware of her condition. Even though her condition kinda sucked when the setting was noisy (don’t even get started on the class chalkboard), and even though those noises evoked a variety of colors she didn’t like and many headaches, she thought it was kinda cool to see colors, and to have a specific color for each sound she heard.

Except, no one else thought it was cool, because she never told anyone.

The soft green haze of chirping birds and rustling leaves. The warm undertone of yellow when she flipped to the next page of a book she found in the library. The strong but gentle rainbow that came to her vision when specific keys were pressed as she played her favorite song on the piano. Her best friend’s cheerful magenta, her mother’s comforting sky blue. Those were all colors that she came to love and be comfortable with.

The bell rung for lunch, resulting in a bright, geometrical blocks of chartreuse covering her vision. You know how I also mentioned colors she didn’t like? That was one of them.

“I’m free after school! My mom isn’t coming home until 5:30.”

“Great! Y’know, I have no idea how he was chosen for class rep. Look at him! What an absolute dic-” 

“Hey,” Y/N let out a chuckle, “No need for crudeness.”

“Sorry about that, I got a little fierce there, didn’t I?” her best friend responded, “By the way, are you okay? I’ve known you for years to know that you’re naturally quiet, but you just a little…too quiet today.” 

Yeah, that’s because we have the noisiest science class and a bell every forty-five minutes doesn’t help. Also, I hate chartreuse. That’s what she wanted to say, but stuck with, “Oh just a little tired today. I was trying to get ahead on the project last night.” 

“I see. Let’s eat, shall we?”

After experiencing at least 5 other bursts of chartreuse (or as Y/N calls it, 5 bursts of yellow-green hell), the school day had finally came to a close. Y/N and her best friend met up in the student council room to staple papers together.

It was around 4:00 when they finished, and Y/N’s best friend had to leave.

“Bye, Y/N!! It’s weird we’re not walking together today. You sure you wanna stay here?”

Reassuringly, Y/N replies, “It’s no problem. I want to check out some books in the library.”

Y/N’s best friend smiles at her again, “Alrighty! Don’t stay too late, you don’t want your mom to worry.”

They wave goodbye, and Y/N is left alone in the hall.

She sighs. Finally, Y/N thought, I love her and school and all, but it’s finally quiet…

As she walked to the library, a bright red fogged her vision. It was light so that she can see where she was going, but it was also unfamiliar to her.

“What…what is this?” Y/N quietly said to herself, stopping in her tracks. She had never seen this color before at school.

In the opposite direction of the library, she can hear a boy singing. She couldn’t make out what he was singing, but anyone can tell that the voice was beautiful. Unaware to her brain yet, her body started moving, turning her back to the way of the library and following the boy’s voice. She found herself moving quietly but fast. What am I doing?! I shouldn’t be prying into someone’s business. Although that’s what her brain said, her feet opposed.

The red had became stronger and stronger as she made her way to the music room. She stopped at the door that was slightly ajar, and listened.

The boy was singing a song she had never heard of. Maybe he wrote it. Either way, his voice was marvelous. It was a loud voice, but also a gentle, smooth one. The color she was continuously seeing reflected his voice as well. The red was not strong as in overbearing, but more of a vibrant red. It didn’t cloud her vision as to blind her, but stayed near her peripheral, giving her a sense of comfort and support. It was a color and shape combination that she had never seen before, but she loved it.

Before she knew it, the boy finished singing and noticed her in front of the door.

“H-hello? Do you need something?”

Y/N looked up. The red had subsided into a softer one, but it never left. As she expected, his talking voice, although much deeper, was nice too.

“I-I’m sorry! I was just heading to the library-” Idiot! The library was the other way! Y/N paused, then continued, “but I heard your voice, so I came. You sing beautifully.”

The shy boy’s cheeks slowly reddened. It was the same red she just saw.

“Thanks…” he looked down, scratching his neck, “you’re really direct, you know. Come in.” He chuckled. 

Y/N slowly opened the door more so she was able to walk in.

“I’ve seen you before…you’re Y/N, right? I’m Jungkook. We’re in the same grade but it looks like we don’t have classes together.”

“I guess we don’t.” Silence ensued. Man, this is awkward. What do I say now?

“I, um,” Y/N spoke up, “I have played the piano at school before. You might have seen me.” 

Jungkook smiled, showing teeth that resembled a bunny. The more Y/N looked at him, the more she thought he was so, so cute. He was tall and had black hair that went to cover his eyebrows. He wore his uniform casually with the collar of the shirt unbuttoned and the sleeves rolled up. The black school uniform tie still worn properly. Cute and has a good voice? Was he just fated to have everything good? “That’s where I saw you!” Jungkook spoke up, his voice going from quiet to a more casual volume, “You were really good.”

The two talked more, becoming more comfortable with each other. Y/N heard Jungkook sing again, resulting in more red to come into her sight.

“I’m sorry Jungkook, but I think I have to leave. My mom will be coming home soon.” Y/N worriedly said as she checked her watch.

“It’s all good. Can we maybe…” Jungkook looked down, becoming bashful, “talk again? I want to get to know you better. I’m always here in the music room after school. We can always chat here, i-if that’s okay with you!”

“Yeah…that’d be great!” Y/N smiled before waving goodbye and leaving.

Jungkook wasn’t able to practice anymore without picturing Y/N’s smile. After singing a couple of songs, his face went red as he kept picturing her face, voice, and frame.

“What the heck…why is she so cute?!”

In a span of a month, they continued to talk with each other after school. There were times where both or one of them had to leave early, and of course they needed to make time with their friends, but there wasn’t a day where they didn’t at least greet each other or text each other. Y/N learned so much about Jungkook, such as how he also dances, likes white t-shirts, Timberland boots, and ripped jeans, and plays Overwatch. Their friends were able to get along with each other and they were all able to have a great time together.

However, as time went by, Y/N and Jungkook started to act differently when they were together. Unknown to each other, their presence and even just the mention of the other person from their friends caused both of them to have a rapid heartbeat and a subtle blush on their faces. Despite this and the fact that she gained more friends, Y/N never thought of telling anyone about her condition.

Until one day, when she was in the music room, listening to Jungkook sing again.

The two were usually comfortable in each other’s presence, but today just seemed, awkward. 

When Jungkook finished singing, Y/N gave him a small applause. Jungkook smiled and turned to shuffle through his music papers and song sheets.

Suddenly, the sounds of ruffling papers stopped.

“Y/N.”

“Yes?”

“Don’t you think…” Jungkook kept his back to her, “that we’ve been a little awkward together? I can’t really say why.”

Y/N couldn’t help but agree, but she couldn’t bring herself to say it. Maybe it was better to keep quiet. Should she tell him about it? Would that close whatever gap that has formed between them?

“Jungkook,” she called quietly, “can I tell you something?”

Jungkook turned around and sat criss-crossed in front of her. They were both now on the floor in the center of the music room, facing each other.

“Go ahead.”

“I have this condition where I see color whenever I hear certain sounds.” Y/N then proceeded to tell him everything. About why she always hung out in the school’s garden and the library. About which colors and sounds were her favorites. About which that weren’t. About all the migraines she’s experienced. About why she spaces out in class. About why her grades weren’t always the best. About why she hated her science class sometimes. Her condition wasn’t a big deal, but why was her voice quivering as she told him, and why couldn’t she look him in the eye? After all, it was rare and not life threatening. Why would he care?

“Sorry, I’ve never told anyone before.” Y/N finished, looking at the ground.

“It’s okay. I just didn’t know you had to endure all of that by yourself. It must be hard perceiving the world like that.”

“It’s fine. I didn’t think you would believe me.” Y/N let out a nervous laugh.

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re such a genuine, honest person. I was wondering, though…”

Jungkook grabbed Y/N’s hands. Y/N looked up, her eyes meeting to see his beautiful, brown doe-eyes. She would have never thought to be so close to Jungkook.

“…What color am I?”

Y/N’s mouth was sealed shut. It was already nerve wracking to be telling all of this to a boy she met only a month ago, but for him now to be so close to her, his warm hands intertwined with hers. 

“Y/N, do I not have one?”

No, no no no. She thought. You do have one! It’s one I’ve never seen from a sound before. I just can’t put it into words.

“Am I not special in your mind?”

No, you are special!

“Am I not as special to you as you are to me?”

What?

Y/N’s eyes widened.

“Y/N, I know it’s only been a month since we’ve met, but I’ve fallen hard for you. I love everything about you. Your quirky habits and hobbies, and your smile. Oh man. I don’t know what it’s like to be in love, but I love your smile.”

Y/N was speechless. She wanted to tell him so much, but she was just so in awe that she couldn’t. Jungkook lowered his head to look at her hands.

No more words were said by him. It was just silence. Yet, Y/N can still see his color fog up her vision.

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook quietly said, “I messed up, didn’t I? You just told me something that you had never told anyone, and then I just confessed to you. I just took advantage of the situation. Why was I expecting you to feel the same?”

Y/N’s mouth was slightly open. Please, she begged to herself, please just tell him something. Don’t just let him walk away. Nothing he just said was true. I do feel the same!

“I have to go. I’ll see you later.”

With that, Jungkook took his bag and stood up. The warmth of his hands disappeared. He quietly opened the door and left, closing it. 

Y/N was left alone on the floor of the music room. Her hands were still open, as if she was wishing for someone to grasp them. Her eyes saw no red, but she was wishing that they did. 

She started to cry.

“You’re such a fool, why couldn’t you say something?” She whispered to herself, her breathing shaky and uneven. Y/N couldn’t move, she was stuck on the floor, but she somehow got the energy to pull herself up, becoming dizzy for a moment.

He can’t be that far, can he?

Y/N grabbed her bag, quickly opened the door, left the music room, and ran. She went to the main entrance, determined to tell Jungkook what she wasn’t able to.

Y/N came to a stop at the front door of her school and saw Jungkook at the bottom of the stairs. She started to freeze again, her brain being unable to process what was going on, but she realized that he was going to be out of her sight at any moment. Y/N ran to the top of the stairs where Jungkook became more visible to her, and with as much strength in her voice that she can muster up, she yelled,

“RED!!”

Jungkook heard this, turning around. He was shocked to see Y/N at the top of the stairs, her face flushed and panting, her nose red and eyes watery. She was crying?

“…Red?” 

Y/N became flustered at his questioning face, looking down at her shoes.

“When I heard your voice on my way to the library a month ago, my body acted on its own and started walking to the music room. When I was able to hear your voice more clearly and loudly, my sight was filled with red. It was a very vibrant and comforting red, one that didn’t make my head hurt. One that I became very fond of…”

Jungkook looked at her, speechless. Y/N let out a shaky sigh.

“What I’m saying is,” Y/N continued, “your red is not a red of destruction. It’s not a red of manipulation or evil. It’s a red of fresh grown, sweet strawberries. It’s a red of the crisp autumn leaves. It’s the red of romantic roses. It’s the red of passion. It’s the red of a person’s blushing face. It’s the red of someone that…”

Y/N looked at Jungkook, their eyes meeting each other.

“…has fallen in love.”

Y/N smiled.

“I’m in love with you, Jeon Jungkook.”

All Jungkook could do was cover his face and blush.