𝕋'𝔸𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕣. 《Taekook》

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'Oh! Only if eyes could actually be read, you'll notice, how much they hide, all the pain. Those unshed tears, they express the desires, desires to be happy, but oh...only if you could read those eyes.'

He was sad, really sad. He wanted to leave everything and run away, be what he truly is, but he knew he couldn't. Moreover, he wasn't allowed to do so. Today was the day, an important one, for it would decide his fate. He didn't believe in such things, but then he realized over time.

He remembered his mother's words,

"The world was a harsh reality. To live in, was to face the monsters as humans in disguise. One couldn't help but become a monster themselves, again if it was not because the person was too kind or too angelic. The good ones suffered and the already suffering ones became bad. You had to, you had no choice. You have a small problem, a small disease or a small issue, and people would look at you as if you were abnormal, you will face harsh words, feelings, betrayal and heartbreaks. And you'll have two choices in the end, either become one of those 'monsters' or keep getting hurt until a monster itself comes to protect you. But remember...all those bad people will have thier own sufferings too. Everyone suffers, and that's the ultimate truth."

They say you can strive, and you can win, but, what if the whole damn crowd pulls you down with them, cause they are blinded by everything apart from love and its subordinates?

Accept it, I did too and he does too.

He stood there in front of the building of the office where he'd have an interview for a normal wage, 9 to 5 worker. The company was big enough, with glass panels shining in the broad day sunlight, and it was one of the leading ones. It was on the first spot in the business world, with a few others, and seriously, the boy had been so flabbergasted when he heard that he had been accepted into it. Accepted for interview. He wanted money, money to be free.

Never mind, he'd think about that later.

Right now, dressed in his best ever clothes which comprised of an unironed white shirt and slightly tight grey chinos pants, he began to walk nearer to the entrance of the company, bowing to the guards on the way, face adorned with a black mask, and feets carrying not so good conditioned oxfords, again which didn't belong to him, but someone else. His raven hair, they weren't shampooed but washed. He had tried his best to make his appearance look presentable, cause getting a job, was really important. As I said, it would decide what turns his future will take.

"E-excuse me, miss?", he asked, trying his best to speak fluently, yet failing miserably.

"Yes sir. How may I help you?"  -The receptionist replied, dressed in blue formals, with perfect features, and a welcoming smile on her lips. He was embarrassed, would be an understatement. His stuttering only added to his suffering more. 

What would they think? Will they hear him or simply make a joke out of him? Will they recognize his potential? Will they simply turn him over, back to where he belongs, just because of the way he looks or because of the way he speaks? - He was brought back to the present and saw the receptionist looking at him with a look of patience and at the same time slight doubt. 

"U-uh, I have an appointment, regarding a j-job interview settled a-at 10 AM." -Trying his best, yet failing once again. He bit his tongue in the process of trying not to speak something which ends up making him humiliate himself more.