Color Rush (컬러러쉬) - English Translation

Nightmares and Bullies

Whenever I am under stress, I dream about it.

My mom combs her wavy dark gray hair and smiles at me. Her large eyes have thick, curved double lids, the two sides of her mouth lift up, creating a small dimple on the left.

What is my mom saying? I can not understand. I was probably did not answer properly and only answered with a grumpy tone.

My mom takes out the moon-gray hairband I bought with my aunt's allowance. Why did you take it out? What did you say? The headband that I bought for my mom. I gave my mother a colored hairband, which color was unknown to me. Mom probably does not know what color it is because she does not have my father anymore.

Mom smiles brightly and takes out a silver-gray dress.

"Another sky-blue dress?"

My aunt stretched out on the sofa, wore a cement-colored shirt, black sweatpants with a white line. I threw my legs over her. My aunt opens her mouth to tell me off. My mother laughs at the scene and leaves the house.

- I can't.

I screamed even though I knew it was a dream, but everything was swallowed. My mother's figure slowly disappears through the door.

- No!

I cried again, but it was useless. It was the last time I saw her.

I dream this dream every time I get stressed.

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When I woke up in the morning, my aunt was lying on the sofa in the living room, probably because she drank a lot the day before. Her black hair is short and she wears a silver jacket. . In comparison, the pants are white cotton pants.

"Go to bed."

I shook my aunt, but she just turned around again after making a Ugh sound.

It was better than worrying about changing jobs like last year. There was not much to do, I just ate cereal. The white-like milk soon turns into a silvery gray due to moon gray and primarily gray cereals.

I ate the cereal and went to school. I don't have any lingering feelings of regret.

The advantage of coeducational school is that it smells less sweaty. At least there are girls who care about their sweat. The downside is that there are guys who talks nonsense to show off in front of the girls. It's not my fault, but there is a guy who keeps harassing me because he likes a girl who is exceptionally nice to me. It's the same thing every time.

"It's no use liking a Mono."

This is only because I am monochromatic. He's talking again today.

"Don't stay close to that Mono or you'll be infected."

I ignore it and put my earphones in. The only problem is that his voice is so loud that I can hear it through them.

"Does Monos go crazy every time they see the Probe?"

"Hey, stop harassing YeonWoo", says the girl who caused this bullying.

Her name is Su-hyun or Ju-hyun, or it may be a completely different name. I am not interested in it at all.

"Why? The Mono can only see gray anyway. You said he has to look at the Probe to see the color?"

I am not interested in him enough to tell the noisy man that there are 10 achromatic colors defined by the neurotransmitters. I am not motivated to do that. There are 10 different types of names for the colors that I can see.

White-eye, white, silver gray, silver, moon gray, cement color, primary gray, mouse color, dark gray and black.

The boy, wearing a white T-shirt and a moon-gray jacket with a primary gray school mark, keeps talking. The music was on shuffle and turned louder and blocked his voice while I was wondering if he would receive a penalty because he did not wear a tie. I looked up when I could not hear his voice anymore.

When I ignore him, he starts to scream louder. Then he reaches for my headphones and pulls the left one out. You punk. His words are so dirty that my ears feel dirty too. You've been saying that all this time, but you're making a fuss because there is nothing interesting to do for you during the winter vacation, so you want to take out your nerves on me?

His face became wicked and his thick lips came together and stretched. Finally, he started to cross the line.

"I heard Mono spreads his legs whenever he sees a Probe. So will you open your legs when you see your Probe's face?"

He casually made a sexual harassment comment that would have overturned the school if he had done it to a female student. The people around him are not hiding their astonished expressions. Stupid. Even if she doesn't like me, she won't like you.

Why am I remembering what my aunt told me when I was young right now? I think she believed that I should take care of myself from a very early age and taught me what my mom and dad didn't teach me. She once even taught me the art of fighting.

"Choi YeonWoo."

My aunt called my name with a serious tone, still wearing karate clothes.

"There are three vital places on a person: between the eyes and the nose, the pit of the stomach, and the groin."

"What is that thing?"

"Here is the pepper! "

"Ah, why there?"

"Because that's where it hurts the most."

"The Groin."

"Our YeonWoo is so smart. You don't have to hit multiple times; you just need to aim for a vital point.

She told me that this was the art of fighting. Being so young, I did not understand what she meant, but when I grew up and saw my aunt being threatened, she showed me how to do it, right before my eyes. After all, you should not learn with words, it is like technology you only learn when you practice.

I had identified his vital point. I felt that I would become a marginal after I hit the pit of his stomach, his groin, I do not even want to touch this place with my feet. I would be able to punch him in the face, but I did not do it because I didn't want him to have a more wrinkled face than he already had.

"Return my headphones."

He flinched a little when I said this with a straight face. However, he started to talk again to cover up his reaction. Bastard.

"Are you a man? You spread your legs to the probe with that pretty face, right? Right?

I cannot believe that all he knows is to use those dirty words. Eventually, I got annoyed and pulled the other earphone out with my hands and threw it onto the floor.

I could feel the nervous looks of my classmates.

"I think I'll be deaf if I put the earphones that a dirty little boy like you touched back into my ears."

I could see his face crumpled at the words. I would love to hit him on the nose, but I held it in because I thought it would look like dough, not human.

Anyway, after the winter holidays, they will divide the classes anew and we will be in different classes, so I will never need to see him again.

"Damn, again a news report about a kidnapping and murder by a Mono for being obsessed with a Probe."

Those words left me with a frown. Total neurological blindness is called Mono. It is different from color blindness where you cannot see certain colors. There is no abnormality in the cells of the eyes, but the brain does not accept the colors. However, if you look at a particular person's face, you may perceive the color. This kind of person was called a Probe. The problem is that there is only one Probe for each person with neurological blindness, which makes it rare to meet.

There are cases where they did not meet ever in their lives.