ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕪 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕, Beomjun

005

Today is yellow, Yeonjun decides on it because of the brief mention the day prior and the calm joy Beomgyu expressed when recognising the colour in their mutual friend Hueningkai. He woke Beomgyu up early because the place they're going is an hour-and-a-half-long drive and it'd be nice to spend the day there.

Yeonjun drives while Beomgyu sings along with the cranked-up radio. A gust of wind blowing through the open window ruffles their hair, foreheads revealed. Beomgyu's usually insecure of his (for what reason, Yeonjun doesn't know), but he's too happy to care, dramatically re-enacting a scene from the song's music video.

As he turns a left corner and the sun hits his eyes, Yeonjun pulls down his sun-visor, stopping the sharp light from obscuring his vision.

Beomgyu doesn't mind it himself, too busy in his own world as the bridge of the song approaches. He straightens in his chair, sun streaming across his face as he raises his invisible microphone and pours his whole heart and soul into the song.

Yeonjun exhales sharply and shakes his head in amusement, taking another turn to the left before the place comes into sight.

This isn't the main place he wanted to take Beomgyu, that's later, but he remembered about the small detour they're taking on the way, and Beomgyu's cute dungarees pair with it perfectly.

He brings the car to a stop outside a small, splintered gate that borders the land, staring out at the wheat field sporting the occasional sunflower hidden among them.

Beomgyu, curious now that the car has stopped, opens his eyes with a pout, leaving the song to trail off to its end. He glances around and then stares at Yeonjun curiously.

"Where are we?" He pouts as he turns off the radio completely, confused about why Yeonjun's taken him here of all places. Yeonjun hasn't told him what colour he's teaching him today, and the field in front of Beomgyu is a grey so light it's almost white.

Yeonjun switches off the car engine once Beomgyu's song stops and turns to him. He hums in surprise, eyebrows raised. "You don't remember this place?"

His eyes flicker between Beomgyu's before he looks back out at the field-a mix of muted yellows from the wheat and splotches of brighter yellows from the occasional sunflower, even the tree further in the distance has leaves the colour caramel.

Beomgyu keeps his brows furrowed to silently give his answer and Yeonjun chuckles, un-offended. "We came here last Halloween and took part in a maze trail."

Beomgyu gasps eyes wide with excitement. "Oh my god, that was here!" He looks out at the field then back at Yeonjun. "That was so much fun!"

The elder chuckles in agreement and undoes his seat-belt. "Yellow, like I told you yesterday, is the colour of happiness... that field in front of us is full of it." Yeonjun tips his head towards the field and Beomgyu slides his attention to it, a sense of awe at how far the colour stretches out.

Yeonjun stares at Beomgyu's side profile, a soft smile on his face when Beomgyu's eyes flicker over every inch of the land, trying to take all of it in like he can see the colour from that association alone.

"Yellow is also one of the most distributed colours in the world because of the pigments produced by plants..." Yeonjun pauses, contemplating, then adds with a chuckle, "And other naturally occurring things but we're focusing on plants."

Beomgyu snorts, watching a light breeze carry a gust of leaves to the ground and scattering them along the short grass in front the fence.

"Some say-"

"You say," Beomgyu corrects and looks at him with a smirk. Yeonjun shoots him a glare that tells him he's right and he snorts as Yeonjun continues with what he was going to say.