༺Masterpiece༻

IV :: Tour

"Late at night
At the break of dawn,
Hours past twilight;
I still wait to see the morn'.

When the darkness
Isn't as much as it is
Inside of me,
When my room
Will again be filled,
With the scent of strawberry.

When things are back
To the way you refreshed me
And my heart's black.
My friend,
My groom;
I hope to see
Those peonies bloom,
Again..."

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"Beauty has no limit, my love." The definition of love was hard to explain, differing from person to person, situation to situation. Love was never a constant and concrete term. It's like a free flowing fluid which takes the shape of the mould it's kept in.

And so was beauty. People had different explanations of beauty which would change yet again from person to person and situation to situation. Someone would call a Black man the worst looking person, and then again, someone would treasure him as much as the bees crown their queen.

Society was like clay, which doesn't take the shape of the container. Although, with adequate amount of pressure, it was easier to mould.

And it's exactly the society which tells one what to do and what not to. People get stuck in the societal trap of conditional norms. Not many realise the harm they do to themselves.

The society isn't completely to blame. Some day it was made to protect the archaic mindset but now, it had become an obligation. An oppression.

"I don't feel beautiful. Even if it has no limit, no body type, no colour; I don't feel the beauty you always talk of." She suppressed a cry. Her bodice linen fabric was covered in plotches of paint, that she got on herself while painting that one bunch of peonies she saw in the market.

"And why would my queen feel ugly?" He cupped her face with his large hands which appeared enormous to her little round face.

"I don't know. I have acne, I have freckles. My dry hair is greasy and messy. All my clothes, they appear nothing but debris. Just what I am." She sniffed as she narrated him her story of cruel beauty standards.

"You know, you acne is natural. You're 16 and I don't expect your sebaceous glands to not secret sebum in your hair follicles, which happens due to hormonal changes." His knowledge in science busted shots of wise words at her, which were unaffectable.

"What about my scars? My stretch marks?"

"Girl, you make me race up and down your race track, mad in love with you and your stupendous beauty." His cheesy dialogue made her chuckle a tiny smile. Seeing her lips curve, was like touring through paradise to him. Cause love wasn't conditional.

"And if you still don't believe in that, here I got you something." He softly tied a blindfold around her eyes and bent down in the bushes to pick up a bunch of scarlet and magenta garlands.

"What?" She asked.

"Open!" He pushed the little wristlet sized garlands on her wrist, the largest one on her neck. She gasped in awe as he decorated her with several of the flowers.

"And a crown..." He crowned his Queen with a garland and planted a kiss on her forehead. "A crown of peonies."

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"Jungkook? What are you doing there in the garden?" I heard Bangchan call out for me. He had gone to the cheerleaders' green room to inform the girl, called Jennie, what Lisa had asked him to say. While he was gone, I noticed a beautiful place near the fountain, surrounded by a garden of peonies.