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Yoo Joonghyuk hates the color white.
The color that is described as the purest form of color; elegant, classic, timeless.
The color in which all spectrum of colors are present.
The reason why white is so powerful, as it stands in its simplicity of being untainted by any other hue.
His eyes kept chasing around the white around him, sometimes searching when the white was lost.
Is it truly hate?
His eyes tremble as a white, fluttering coat is soaked with a stronger color, the color said to be the catchiest.
His eyes had to capture both colors. The color vicious red, brightly covering the soft white.
Once, twice, and more.
He thought that he was used to seeing red, and what harm could white bring? But it's apparent that he gets more restless instead as he sees more of the combination.
Yet his eyes still yearns for that timeless white.
"Why?"
Is it to question why he hates the color white? Or why he's still attracted to the color white?
But one thing he knows, is that...
Yoo Joonghyuk truly hates the color white.