blind colors.

hana

"finally, take a look at my piece!"

the younger would barely press the canvas in front of the older's face, with excitement a little bit too much washed all over his features.

"i wish i could..."

yoongi mutters with his pale and thin fingers lacing against the tiles.

"why not be contented instead?"

the older smiled sadly, pressing down a tile that had emitted a soft tune.

"i want to see your passion."

"oh."