29 days. 12 hours. 32 minutes.

The days that passed were uneventful, and Hyukjae barely left his house again. This time, he spent most of his time texting Jongwoon, since the older man remembered to give him his number.

He still felt like something wasn’t right, and it was mainly because he couldn’t stop seeing colors - flickers of red, lavender, blue and light pink were teasing him for four days already and it was unsettling. He barely knew those colors, not even knew their existence until they started to appear.

“Things indeed are strange ever since I met him,” Hyukjae mutters to himself and wishes that those colors would stop soon. He honestly hates them - it is like they were mocking him. And every time they disappear this feeling stick to him even more.

He answers Jongwoon's texts and throws his phone back on his bed, wondering how Jongwoon got that close to him so quickly. It felt like Jongwoon knew what to say, how to act and what to do around him and Hyukjae wondered how.

Sighing, he decided that paying attention to the program on the TV is more worth it than thinking of Jongwoon and the flickers of colors that seemed to appear only when he was thinking of him.