Lee Taemin. If I could describe him in one word, it would be pragmatist. He sees the world for how it is. Roses are red. Violets are blue. Sugar is sweet, but technically human flesh is probably not. He doesn’t see a young couple in love but two young people who simply needed to feel wanted, not wanted to feel needed. He lives in the now. He looks to the future with a steady gaze, unwavering as he stares on; while wearing his monochrome glasses. And this is how he sees the world. It’s black and white. No grays. No in-betweens. You either accept it or you don’t. You either like him or you don’t. And me? I’m stuck in the gray area that he can’t acknowledge. He can’t see it: this rose colored love of mine.

Kim Jongin. He has his eyes set on the prize, his goal his dream for the future. Describing him in one word is hard, so I’ll use many. Lively. Funny. Bold. Presumptuous. And nosy. That last trait being what got me into this predicament I find myself in in the first place. This predicament involving Lee Taemin.

Park Chanyeol. The first time we met, he was waving his hand in the air over the large crowd, putting his longs legs to good use. He— he was an enigma to me then. An enigma with bouncing auburn curls.  

A/N: The entire story will be written in first person and the main character will never be named. However the main character's name is known by the other characters in the story.