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Grinning beholder art11/5/2023 SeungRi finds out that the stranger’s name is JiYong, and that he’s an aspiring musician ‘just waiting to be discovered’, as he puts it. But then the stranger speaks up, and his question is simple. The man is silent for a while that SeungRi thinks he’s dropped the subject, SeungRi ignores the frustration at yet another conversation that is given up when the subject of his disability comes up. His stomach turns and he feels sick, like he does every time he thinks about his affliction enough to actually notice it. “Not anymore.” He looks down at his hands, at their offensive shade of gray, and then down at his shirt, a shade of black. “I don’t see them at all,” SeungRi says flatly. And they can see colours, despite the name. SeungRi suddenly finds it a bit easier to breathe. Something like wonder flutters in SeungRi’s chest and he chances a glance up, meeting the stranger’s soft eyes that watch him with a slightly interested look on his face. The man says it carelessly, like he really is just curious. “I didn’t know there was a stain on my shirt.” He keeps the expletives out of his sentence because he quite likes his job, but they’re there in his bitter tone and the way SeungRi glares at the spot on the counter he’s trying to clean that won’t come off. “I can’t see colours,” he admits finally, closing his eyes in shame, not wanting to meet the stranger’s eyes because he knows all he’ll see is confusion, pity, or revulsion. The minutes stretch on and yet this stranger doesn’t seem to want to let his question go. He keeps pushing and pushing and SeungRi flushes and twists the rag round and round in his hands, trying his best to answer without actually answering at all. SeungRi meets a man at work one day doesn’t take hints and doesn’t seem to know how to keep his incessant curiosity to himself. The next time SeungRi wakes up, he realizes he can’t see colours anymore. There’s a screech and a gasp, and then the asphalt is splattered with the red SeungRi loves so much. In fact, SeungRi’s so preoccupied with the next project he wants to start beginning to take shape in the back of his mind that he doesn’t even remember to look both ways like his mother always told him to. Pink for softness, yellow for joy, blue for coolness, and purple for vibrancy.Īnd his red, his precious red that he associates with blood and roses and the packaging on his cup noodles that he eats much too often to be healthy. Colours, his painting is filled with them, each one bringing on a life of its own. SeungRi walks out from his studio, the familiar tingling in his fingers ebbing a bit now that he’s packed up his paints and brushes, now that he’s finally finished the painting he’s been slaving over for months now. The kind of person who appreciates the things he’s been given. The kind of person who notices every little detail. SeungRi’s the kind of person that doesn’t take things for granted. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy it and please let me know what you thought! :) Will post epilogue later (when finished, LOL) I don't know if you agree with my style of writing in this one, as it is a bit different. I usually don't write long!fics (to me, this is extremely long) as I never am able to finish them, but I stuck it out and am quite proud with the result. Summary: True beauty and art in Seungri's eyes.ĭisclaimer: I don't own them, no matter how hard I try.ĪN: I've always wanted to write something like this.Sorry if there are any grammar/spelling mistakes in advance.
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