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Seasons go and pass with a rate that has Jongdae’s heart racing without even taking a single step forward – although, that’s not quite true now is it? When Jongdae had feared the pages to his storybook were running out, that he would simply forever be another person in the background, never the protagonist, he faced his fears and kept turning the pages of his storybook forward. Now, two years later and Jongdae’s found plenty of pages, found an entirely new chapter of his life.
(These days Jongdae isn’t simply taking a step forward, he’s running brazenly forward into his future).
Still, he looks at the world with wonder – stares at the details his deteriorating sight can still depict and can’t help but fantasise what colour must be like. It will perhaps be the most constant thing in his life, his never-ending curiosity of a thing he may never truly know. Visual colour will always be just a tad too far out of Jongdae’s reach, but one would be surprised by the colour that infests our daily lives in other forms.
A warm sunflower-yellow kissed smile as he sits across from Junmyeon in their shared home. A fresh green scent of hot tea in the mornings as he stares out the window and wonders what the new day has to bring. A deep fathomless blue on days that are just a little harder than others, and the cutting electric blue that pulls him out from those dark days with the ferocity of a lightning bolt.
Jongdae is happy like this. Happy in a way that he isn’t quite sure he could have comprehended five, six years ago. Happy with a person he calls home. Happy with his little ever-expanding storybook.
It’s a picture-perfect ending to his story he thinks - perhaps not the ending other’s may have expected, but the ending Jongdae thinks he’s been waiting for the entirety of his life.
