Even without color, Baekhyun was gorgeous. His hair—which Chanyeol knew was a light brown, whatever that meant—was wind tousled and fine. Baekhyun's eyes were alive and sparkling, and Chanyeol knew that they were brown too. "Baekhyun?" He asked, "What colors are you wearing?"

Baekhyun gave him a soft smile. No matter how many times Chanyeol asked that question, Baekhyun would never get tired of attempting to describe his clothes. "Green. Dark green. The color of forests and trees covered in shadows."

"Baekhyun? What color is my ring?" Chanyeol held out his hand.

Baekhyun accepted the outstretched hand and took it into his own. "It's the same color Yeol."

"But green isn't the color of love. Red is."

"Red means anger on mood rings Yeol."

"Then I don't ever want to see it when I'm with you."

"Chanyeol, you won't ever see it anyways." Baekhyun stroked the stone gently.

"I don't want you to ever see it then."

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