Prologue. ••• 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. ••• 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. ••• (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

Minsung one shots I've written based off songs that I really like! Please read the trigger and content warnings on the first chapter thoroughly and stay safe! and if you're comfortable with reading adult stuff like that, have fun reading :) ☾ Sometimes I get ideas and inspiration for other ships too, so I decided to post them in here as well<3 If you don't feel like reading them, just skip them, and if you want to read them, have fun :) It's mainly going to be minsung <3

Rain was dripping from his soaked brown hair and his eyes darted through the night, landing on Jisung's face. Time seemed to stand still and the rain was falling in slow motion as he kept staring at the boy he once loved more than anything in this whole world. His chest was aching every time he inhaled, making his lungs hurt as if someone pushed his head under water. "Isn't that what your family wanted?" He turned to Jisung's parents. "Seeing my family dead, isn't that what you bastards wanted?", he yelled and pointed at them with the golf club in his hands. He didn't see Jisung come closer, but he felt Jisung's arms around him, and he felt the hard ground push the air out of his lungs as soon as they both hit the cold, wet concrete. A harsh sting rushed through his shoulder and he let out a pain inflicted groan, forcing him to let go of the golf club in his hand. "I'm sorry", he heard Jisung mumble above him and felt Jisung's palm on his chest, pressing his upper body to the ground. The rain was coming down on his face mercilessly, blurring his vision once again. "I'm really sorry", he heard him say continuously. Sirens were coming closer and Minho closed his eyes, letting tears roll down his wet cheeks. ••• pictures edited by me. the story isn't connected to my "just pretend" minsung one-shot :) possible triggers: violence, alcohol, manipulation, cursing, mention of blood and injuries, light choking and bondage, there's gonna be smut, death, mention of mental health (might add more as i'm writing this, just know there will be heavy topics, please only read this story if you feel comfortable and safe enough to do so. and don't forget, this story and its characters are all imaginary)

Minho is a dancer. Minho is bipolar. Minho doesn't do relationships unless it's Jeongin. Minho is slow as fuck. Minho doesn't know how to deal with his feelings. Minho is confusing. But that didn't stop Jisung from falling hard for him. Minho looked at him with darkened eyes. "Dance for me Sungie".