Stray Kids (SKZ) Imagines

Vivid Part 2 - Hwang Hyunjin

After having our usual lunch, I stood up from the table. "Jin, I'm gonna go get something cold to drink outside. You wanna tag along?" right before he could open his mouth, his phone rang. Holding up one finger he fished out his phone from his back pocket, I nodded. "Hello?... Oh hey Seokmin. Yeah, yeah. Okay... Be there in a sec."

"It was Seokmin. He wanted to see the designs I made for our project. Can you go without me?" he gave me a worried look. I chuckled and pinched his cheek. "I'm not a kid, Woojin. Do you want anything?" he tried to say something but it came out unclear because of my hand on his cheek. He gave me an angry gaze when I giggled. After saying what he wanted and arguing who should pay. I slipped his card inside the pocket of my jeans and headed out the building.

The bright sun lingered onto my skin as I was treading towards a familiar cafe in front of my building. I tried my best to shield my face from the sun using my hand. Heaving a deep sigh as I entered the cafe, the cold breeze from the AC comforted me. The barista welcomed me with a smile and took my order. Receiving Woojin's card after he finished encoding the payment, I made my way to the take out area.

I took a deep breath and leaned against the counter, both hands inside my pockets. My eyes travelled to the flowers on display. I observed them for a while and smiled. Color.. What does it look like? The sun, they say it's yellow. That sounds like a pretty color. The bell chimed, indicating someone either entered or left. Weirdly enough, I suddenly had the urge to look at the door.

My head throbbed with the sudden array of light. For a second, I thought I was having a seizure. Gripping onto the wooden counter I ran my hand through my hair.

Not having the time to recover, I looked up at the door. The vivid sight greeted me. My head pounded, my eyes flickered all over the place. And before I knew it I was running outside, barely hearing the barista shouting "MISS! YOUR ORDER!" my breath hitched, my feet resonated against the pavements. The sun was more overwhelming, I could barely adjust my eyes. A few minutes ago, it was just a bright white blob. A large grin formed in my face, I was laughing and catching my breath at the same time while running. "I can see color".

His figure melted into the cluster of people waiting to cross the road. The crowd was colorful, so many different shades I don't know about. Nonetheless, he stood out the most. Shouting random things like "HEY YOU WITH THAT I DON'T KNOW COLOR SHIRT! WAIT UP!"I didn't know how to call him. How to get to him. And how to break the news to him.

I was nearing his place, but all of a sudden someone from a shop came out and clashed with me. He was a big guy and barely moved, me on the other hand fell on the hot ground, butt first. Annoyed and tired, I glared at him. He bowed and profusely apologized saying that he was in a hurry. He sprinted out the scene towards a car parked beside me. Sighing, my head hung facing the ground.

Palms stinging, chest heaving, and sweat dripped down my body. I stayed seated, my fists balled up against the pavement. Eyes watering, and head hanging. I looked like I just lost to the whole world. Ironically, I did...I lost my world.

"Are you okay?" my head snapped upwards, the sun was bright. But the person in front of me shined the most. He was ethereal. He smiled, my heart fluttered. I took the hand he was offering, without breaking eye contact.

Face to face, under the beaming sun. We stood there. Breaking the silence, I gave him the most sincere smile I can and muttered:

"I was gonna say I liked the color of your shirt."

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Walking hand in hand, Seoul's cool night breeze fluttered my dress. While his eyes glued onto my face. I blushed and covered my face with my extra hand. Giggling, he lead us to a small bench facing Han River. He nuzzled beside me, my head resting on his shoulder. His scent hypnotizing me.

The bright city lights reflected on the surface of the river. My eyes trailed to our intertwined hands. I can't believe this was happening. One year passed by so fast, packed with memories and fun. Pondering on one certain thought, I unconsciously let out a chuckle. He shifted, his face trying to face mine. "What is it, Y/N?" I looked up, out of habit finding his beauty mole under his left eye.

"Hyunjin, do you remember the first time we met?" weirdly enough, his grip on my hand suddenly became tighter. But I didn't mind of it so much. Hyunjin hummed in response. "Remember, me telling you I liked the color of your shirt while looking like a complete mess?" I laughed then looked at him. His face awkwardly tried to give me a smile. Again, I disregarded it. "Yeah?" he muttered, his voice an octave deeper. "Now that we're matching colors, isn't that a lot better?" my smile grew larger, my eyes locked into his brown orbs.

"I.. I really don't know." eyebrows furrowed, I tried to slip out his grip. Facing him, I said "What do you mean?" my heart pounded in my chest, why? I don't know. I feel like something was wrong. I just cannot think of what it was. His eyes never left mine, but they were full of worry. My voice grew louder. "Hyunjin?" his eyes faltered. After a few excruciating seconds, he heaved a deep sigh.

Hyunjin always glowed. He's always wearing colorful clothing which looked a bit tacky but he always pulls it off. His soft locks shifted with every move he made. His good looks always made everyone's head turn when we walk side by side. His eye smile melted my heart every time we're together. Hyunjin tinted my life vividly, with each passing day discovering a new color. I am so grateful he was my soulmate. I love him so much.

But, the next few words he said, painted my life black.

"I can't see color."