Pretty; Minpha
@asy-minpha
Minseok’s eyes widened as his gaze fell upon a splash of color against the drabness of the asylum halls. He had never seen such soft and beautiful colors before. When the individual clad in the colors turned around, Minseok’s cheeked tinted to match the pallet as the two’s eyes met. “A-ah.. I-I.. Y-you.. p-p-p.. p-pretty..” The words slipped out nervously.












