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Prologue.
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Minho didn't see it coming - the wave named Han Jisung that was going to swallow him until there was nothing left of him. What gave him the right to tear up his life like that?

He was doing just fine with shutting out people from his feelings and thoughts while ignoring everyone else's pigments too. The last thing he was looking for was a blue haired boy that would turn his world upside down by trying to get beyond the walls he had build to keep nosy fuckers out of his head. And the more he was around him, the more he was wondering whether Jisung even had any emotions at all.

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Imagine living in a world where some people are capable of hearing your thoughts, also called "the Noise", appearing like dust or clouds around your head, giving them access to everything you're thinking.
Meanwhile others are able to sense your emotions with every touch or eye contact, making them see different color pigments flicker in your eyes and dance around your silhouette regardless of what you're feeling. They call it "the Sight", but no one has both, you either hear people's noise or you sense their emotions. 

And now imagine falling in love with someone who can hear your noise but doesn't seem to feel a single thing. 

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(i found the picture on pinterest, credits go to the person who made this beautiful picture!)

possible triggers: violence, alcohol, smoking, drugs (weed), blackmailing, manipulation, cursing, mention of blood and injuries, light choking and bondage, there's gonna be smut
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