Why red?

Because red reminds me of blood. And blood reminds me of the flow of life to humans.

Humans bleed.

Blood represents humans’ vulnerability… their mortality… their fraility… their tendency to commit mistakes… or the likelihood of them becoming subjects to the wrongs committed by other fellow humans.

Blood is to human is to imperfection.

And it’s fitting to represent most of my writings; there’s a certain beauty to imperfections, after all.

So it’s red.

And well, all my deep bulls aside, both Park Jimins look good in red. I love red. Red sounds good. So red, it is.

So yep. My collection of drafts, oneshots, and random drabbles will be called Red Fragments. Bits and pieces of imperfections.