mingyu thinks he's the colour red. or maybe more like a reddish-orange. the colour of a flame, bright but not harmful enough to leave lasting burns. 

synesthesia. the condition in which the stimulation of one sense triggers an automatic, involuntary experience in another sense. there are different types, but mingyu sees people as colours. 

minghao is a pale yellow, the kind of dusty and vintage yellow that seems to age things. there's no reasoning behind it ; he just thinks minghao is that colour. seokmin is a bright yellow, almost neon. the kind of yellow that could light up a dark room. 

he could go on and on about how the other people in his life are different colours, but he'd rather not. after all, it isn't that interesting to him. 

but a certain yoon jeonghan is different.