Fics like sunset orange

“You’re blue today,” Jisung says when they sit beneath their great oak. “You can’t feel colors,” Seungmin mutters. He watches the grass dance. He sprinkles daisy petals on Jisung’s face. “I can feel your colors,” Jisung hums. His eyelashes flutter against his cheeks. “What do my colors feel like?” Seungmin asks. He arranges some of the petals in a line across Jisung’s forehead. “Safe,” Jisung whispers, so quiet it's almost lost in the wind. Seungmin has never seen him so at peace. In a small beach town in the middle of nowhere, Seungmin learns what love is to him as he spends his childhood with a sunshine-moonlight boy who feels sunset orange, a little purple and sometimes a little bit like a storm. Seungmin knows most people don’t like those who are too many things, but he thinks the ones who are too many things are special. Jisung just happens to be more special than the rest.

Fics like sunset orange

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