colors. // minsung

Chapter 1

Everyone has its own colors, that's what I've always thought.

"Jisung? Are you up?", I heard a faint knock on my room's door, it's mom.

But in a world where everything's in black and white, will I be able to face someone's own color?

"Yes, mom. I'll be out in a minute."

Or will I continue to fear the colors that I've always feared since I was a kid?

"Okay, breakfast's ready~"

Even voices have its color.

For instance, my mom's voice could be the color of sunshine. Her voice gives hope, it's sweet and calming to hear.

I went out as soon as I finished changing clothes.

"Want me to make you a toast?"

Honestly speaking, I wasn't in a good mood when I woke up. I woke up earlier than I should have because I forgot to turn off my alarm last night.

"Sure, mom.", I smiled and nodded.

But when I heard my mom's voice, asking if I was already up, my mood suddenly lit up. As if a firework display was about to start.

"You don't have any tutoring sessions today, do you wanna go out?"

Today's Saturday, and I don't have any tutoring sessions. My condition made my school life rough, so I started home schooling when I was in 5th grade. The lessons are the same, but if I were in school, I'd be a high school senior by now.

"I do, but maybe not today.", as I look at the window seeing a van just right in front of the house.

"Mom? Whose van is that?", I looked at mom while she's making a glass of milk.

"We're having a new neighbor, I guess.", she walked towards me and handed the glass of milk.

"Should I check them out?", I hurriedly went out the doorway and stood there watching two guys lifting boxes.

"Oh? G'morning, mate!", one greeted me while doing the salute sign. I responded with an awkward wave of hand and smile.

"Chan, stop greeting strangers out of nowhere.", the other one complained.

Now, are they fighting? I took a big gulp of the milk I was holding, I almost forgot about it.

For a person that's been living a life with everything in black and white, I started getting interested with things that are in motion. Someone might look at me weirdly because he caught me staring at every move he does.

And that someone was the other guy that was complaining.

"Jisung, your toast's ready, come inside now."

He glared at me and whispered, "Let's hurry and get this shit done."

"Coming, mom."

Is he mad?