Colors
2min; PG; 931w
following the moment when Taemin thinks that his life only consists black, white, and grey.
To Lee Taemin, every color in his life is tinted by shades of grey.
Since his mother gave birth to him, he has suffered a exceedingly very rare condition which makes him truly unable to see any color and only can see white and black; a inability to distinguish any colors as a result of absent retinal cones. Everything around him is only black, white, and grey, of course if his eyesight mingles the basic colors, but that’s not even a fluctuation in the hues of his dear, innocent life for eighteen years.
He can’t tell the sky’s color, or grasses, soil, trunks, leaves, and so forth. He is able to tell their colors because his mom had taught him when he was a child. His father never walked him to a park to tell Taemin more colors he doesn’t know, because he died before Taemin was born to this world. So as Taemin grows up, he had heard a lot of stories that his mother always told him before he slept, until the age of 10, then she also passed away due to carcinoma which is a cancer that derived from epithelial cells and it happened in her colon. Then not long after his mother’s funeral, little Taemin was sent to an orphanage and met with children who have a same destiny in their hand, just like Taemin. But little Taemin realized that he is different from the other orphans, so he decided to seclude himself from them and read book instead, the one thing he could do without having to distinguish the hues. From all stories, he could work out the colors of things around him and tell something like, cows can be white, black, brown, or have spots on their skin.
But it doesn’t stop Taemin’s longing to feel the world’s real color, which is something he is unable to do. He wishes how maybe God is generous enough to switch his life with someone else for a moment so he can see what he can’t see, but he is aware enough about the imposibility so he chooses no longer to set his heart on the selfish wish. He continues to pull his colorless life through and wonders how blue might be like, or red, also green, yellow, all colors.
Even though he looks up to sky to see how is blue exactly like, only greyish sky and clouds he will find and he always ends up coveting to people with normal eyesight along with a small whisper of, ‘gee, that would be really nice if i had normal eyesight too’.
However, he doesn’t really condemn God for making him immersed in the color blindness, because actually, when it comes to a certain condition, or in his situation, a person, maybe he can feel how blue, yellow, red, or other colors might seem.
“ Taemin.”
A deep, low voice that comes from his big adam apple, bobbing up and down snaps Taemin to look away from the sky, he sits up and sees the intoxicating voice’s owner.
Afterwards, Taemin feels something jubilation in his heart - as if he could tell the sky’s, the sun’s, and flowers’ colors, a paint of floating feelings slant his world - are these what blue, red, pink, yellow, green, peach look like? So beautiful, magnificent, picturesque, maybe there are no adjectives that can describe this wonderful feeling.
“ Minho Hyung.”
Taemin, for the first time, is able to feel the actual bright colors in this world, not only white, black, or grey, whenever he meets the volunteer of the orphanage whom has been taking care of the unlucky orphans here for three years.
Choi Minho, a name which can make his world turn upside down and give fluttering feelings. The only person who can make Taemin figure out how the colorful world feels like. Hues, one by one, pour their elegance into the white canvas - just like Taemin’s colorless life.
The older man walks closer with a smile. He ducks his head and wraps his left arm around Taemin’s small waist, his free hand cupping one the rosy cheeks of the adorable boy in his arms. “ What are you doing here?”
“ I was staring at the sky, thinking how can the sky be more beautiful than the book said..” Taemin answers shyly, still can’t get used with this kind of affection. His heart still beats faster when Minho embraces him, no matter how many times they have done this. “ Then.. I just could not help but keep wondering..”
Minho chuckles, something that Taemin would love to hear this for the rest of his life. “ Silly boy. If you wonder how they seem like.. you can just tell me,” he whispers. His hot breath brushes Taemin’s sensitive earlobe and it tickles him every time Minho does that. The younger boy blinks and looks at his lover through his long eyelashes, cannot comprehend Minho’s words. As if Minho had sort of telepathy, his lips twitches into a smile. “ I can be your eyes in your world. I can show you how beautiful the world actually is. I can be your everything.”
Somehow to Taemin, this really fits into the scene - Minho as Taemin’s eyes.
Taemin giggles, “ That shall be a very nice suggestion.”
A small laugh is heard and Minho leans in, closing the little space between them as he plants a soft kiss onto Taemin’s baby lips.
This time, Taemin has found the color of his life.
At least he knows how the color of love might look like.
a/n: i decided this time to change my writing style lol, a worth to try, though :]
following the moment when Taemin thinks that his life only consists black, white, and grey.
To Lee Taemin, every color in his life is tinted by shades of grey.
Since his mother gave birth to him, he has suffered a exceedingly very rare condition which makes him truly unable to see any color and only can see white and black; a inability to distinguish any colors as a result of absent retinal cones. Everything around him is only black, white, and grey, of course if his eyesight mingles the basic colors, but that’s not even a fluctuation in the hues of his dear, innocent life for eighteen years.
He can’t tell the sky’s color, or grasses, soil, trunks, leaves, and so forth. He is able to tell their colors because his mom had taught him when he was a child. His father never walked him to a park to tell Taemin more colors he doesn’t know, because he died before Taemin was born to this world. So as Taemin grows up, he had heard a lot of stories that his mother always told him before he slept, until the age of 10, then she also passed away due to carcinoma which is a cancer that derived from epithelial cells and it happened in her colon. Then not long after his mother’s funeral, little Taemin was sent to an orphanage and met with children who have a same destiny in their hand, just like Taemin. But little Taemin realized that he is different from the other orphans, so he decided to seclude himself from them and read book instead, the one thing he could do without having to distinguish the hues. From all stories, he could work out the colors of things around him and tell something like, cows can be white, black, brown, or have spots on their skin.
But it doesn’t stop Taemin’s longing to feel the world’s real color, which is something he is unable to do. He wishes how maybe God is generous enough to switch his life with someone else for a moment so he can see what he can’t see, but he is aware enough about the imposibility so he chooses no longer to set his heart on the selfish wish. He continues to pull his colorless life through and wonders how blue might be like, or red, also green, yellow, all colors.
Even though he looks up to sky to see how is blue exactly like, only greyish sky and clouds he will find and he always ends up coveting to people with normal eyesight along with a small whisper of, ‘gee, that would be really nice if i had normal eyesight too’.
However, he doesn’t really condemn God for making him immersed in the color blindness, because actually, when it comes to a certain condition, or in his situation, a person, maybe he can feel how blue, yellow, red, or other colors might seem.
“ Taemin.”
A deep, low voice that comes from his big adam apple, bobbing up and down snaps Taemin to look away from the sky, he sits up and sees the intoxicating voice’s owner.
Afterwards, Taemin feels something jubilation in his heart - as if he could tell the sky’s, the sun’s, and flowers’ colors, a paint of floating feelings slant his world - are these what blue, red, pink, yellow, green, peach look like? So beautiful, magnificent, picturesque, maybe there are no adjectives that can describe this wonderful feeling.
“ Minho Hyung.”
Taemin, for the first time, is able to feel the actual bright colors in this world, not only white, black, or grey, whenever he meets the volunteer of the orphanage whom has been taking care of the unlucky orphans here for three years.
Choi Minho, a name which can make his world turn upside down and give fluttering feelings. The only person who can make Taemin figure out how the colorful world feels like. Hues, one by one, pour their elegance into the white canvas - just like Taemin’s colorless life.
The older man walks closer with a smile. He ducks his head and wraps his left arm around Taemin’s small waist, his free hand cupping one the rosy cheeks of the adorable boy in his arms. “ What are you doing here?”
“ I was staring at the sky, thinking how can the sky be more beautiful than the book said..” Taemin answers shyly, still can’t get used with this kind of affection. His heart still beats faster when Minho embraces him, no matter how many times they have done this. “ Then.. I just could not help but keep wondering..”
Minho chuckles, something that Taemin would love to hear this for the rest of his life. “ Silly boy. If you wonder how they seem like.. you can just tell me,” he whispers. His hot breath brushes Taemin’s sensitive earlobe and it tickles him every time Minho does that. The younger boy blinks and looks at his lover through his long eyelashes, cannot comprehend Minho’s words. As if Minho had sort of telepathy, his lips twitches into a smile. “ I can be your eyes in your world. I can show you how beautiful the world actually is. I can be your everything.”
Somehow to Taemin, this really fits into the scene - Minho as Taemin’s eyes.
Taemin giggles, “ That shall be a very nice suggestion.”
A small laugh is heard and Minho leans in, closing the little space between them as he plants a soft kiss onto Taemin’s baby lips.
This time, Taemin has found the color of his life.
At least he knows how the color of love might look like.
a/n: i decided this time to change my writing style lol, a worth to try, though :]