Hoshi: But....now I'm really curious [Thursday, May 4th, 08:20PM]
Hoshi: I feel like I'm not getting something. [08:21PM]
Woozi: There's nothing to get. Silence is grey. [08:22PM]
Woozi: I thought you were going to leave me alone [08:22PM]
Hoshi: I thought u were going to block me [08:23PM]
Hoshi: Life is unpredictable ;) [08:23PM]
Hoshi: y is silence grey??? [08:24PM]
Woozi: Well, sometimes it's nothing.. [08:25PM]
Woozi: You know what Synesthesia is? [08:26PM]
Hoshi: YEEh, it's the sound a sneeze makes, right? [08:35PM]
Woozi: Ughhh, just google it. [08:36PM]
Hoshi: The fuq?
are u saying that when someone touches you...
that you feel it....
SOMEWHERE ELSEEe??? [08:44PM]
Hoshi: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) [08:45PM]
Woozi: OH MY GOD, NO, NOT LIKE THAT [08:46PM]
Woozi: Its...a confusion of senses. [08:47PM]
Hoshi: Ok, like I was saying ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) [08:48PM]
*Woozi: NO. Like, I see things when I hear things, and vice versa. [08:50PM]
Hoshi: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) [08:51PM]
Hoshi: Ok, well, that's weird. Silence is grey then? [08:52PM]
Woozi: Silence is grey. [08:54PM]
Hoshi: grey is a boring color. u like grey? [08:55PM]
Woozi: No. I don't like grey. [08:56PM]
Hoshi: Then why did you lock yourself in your house when you're hurting? and I know you're hurting, as much as i liked that stunt with the sheet music, I know inside you wanted to cry. you love music, don't you? you worked on that for hours didn't you? hours that were probably long late nights sitting by yourself [08:59PM]
Hoshi: Why'd you rip it up like it was nothing, Woozi? [09:00PM]
Woozi: what the hell do you know about anything? [09:01PM]
Hoshi: bc I do the same thing, I work all night for something i love, and when I throw away that, bc it's a dumb dream, I feel like i threw away part of my soul each time. [09:03PM]
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a/n: eyyyy, you guys~ happy holiday if you celebrate that ^-^
This is my lame gift xDD
~Neri~
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Synesthesia [Woozi+Hoshi]
Fanfiction"-I see things when I hear things. No one understands." -In which, he tries to escape by writing music, but can't escape from everything by himself- -syn.es.the.sia [ˌsinəsˈTHēZHə] NOUN the production of a sense impression relating to one sense or p...