Flawed Perfection

|➵ taehyun, the perfect sugar daddy

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❝ We'll be sitting on top,
Sitting on top of the world. ❞

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Taehyun was definitely a rich youtube kid as a child.

Both Felix and Zuki glanced at each other after setting foot inside Taehyun's well lit and yet dark house- or rather mansion- and they instantly knew they were gonna have a gossip session about this beautiful house later. 

It  was evident that Taehyun's parents had held themselves back with the decorations and furniture as the common room of the house was barely furnished. Tall ivory walls that appeared gray from afar enclosed to form a huge space of dark wooden flooring. The spotless kitchen was on the left of the area: olive green cabinets and empty marbled counter tops with only a flower vase of pale hydrangeas. The silver fridge, though, was a different story. Although she couldn't see it well from where she stood, Zuki could spot fruit magnets clinging to the metal surface along with various kinds of stamps glued to it. 

On the right was a pearl sectional sofa with fluffy and velvety basil colored pillows and a small green blanket folded on one of the arm rests. The wall above the couch was covered by a large collage of photographs within sleek silver frames, gathering dust, while the rest were bare. Beneath the sofa was a maroon carpet with white lilies and pine green leaves woven in its design, adding just the least amount of warmth to the otherwise brutalist room. Up ahead, the lobby-sort room enclosed to a short and wide corridor with two doors on the sides and a single door up front. Besides the hallway were white marble stairs with a beige carpet running over them that wound up to the second floor. The entire space smelled of aloe-vera and citrus fruits.

"I will just wait here then.", Felix announced, flopping down on the lonely couch, removing his bag and taking his phone out.

"Sure. I'll show Zuki the washroom and be back in a bit."

Zuki, lowkey stunned at how calm Felix seemed, wordlessly followed Taehyun as he led her up the passage and towards the first door on the right. The door seemed dark and haunting, with no lights in a passage but, as soon as Taehyun opened the door, Zuki knew she had fallen in love with the room. 

Long forgotten were her nutella smeared cheeks and ruffled hair, the only perceived notion at the back of her eyes were the reds and the yellows, the greens and the blues and the erupting sunshine that illuminated the brown paneled floor.

 Yet again the mental image her mind had conjured of Taehyun came crashing down into crumbs and a little while later, a new mighty one was build. This newly born Taehyun had spiky blonde hair, a sharp contrast from the brown strands that the previous Taehyun had combed back, and  his face had a smirk, confident and iridescent eyes. The aura itself was now more vibrant in hue and intimidating too.  

Zuki shook her head to bring her consciousness back into the present moment where she stood frozen at Taehyun's door, gaping at all the posters that covered the ivory walls. There was almost no wall visible since cut-outs and posters of all shapes and sizes were plastered every where. Her eyes traced the green conan gray poster, following it down to the small square cut outs of different characters from the Bungo Stray Dogs anime; her gaze was captured by the gigantic artistic poster of bts on the wall behind his bed, surrounded by small cut-outs and prints of- well, jungkook mainly, along with weekend song lyrics, album covers of the Queens, artic monkeys, keshi and what not. Many of these were beyond any thing Zuki had ever seen. The wall opposite to the bed was dedicated to movies: the Fight Club, a few Anderson films, lots of Tim Burton, more Transformers, a few classics and surprisingly early 2000s romcoms too.

 Amidst all this vibrancy, one could easily miss the electric guitar standing in one of the inner corners of the room, the flower pot chilling on the window sill next to a case of spectacles and a small pile of books. The space on the right to his bed, where his study table rested catching dust, was also a small set up of shelves that were adorned by numerous albums, figurines and a few books. Zuki could recognize a few, like the Love Yourself:Tear album and the fat books of Murakami, others were like unidentified objects from Pluto. The bed took up quite some space, comfortably spreading its brown body, huge mattress and fluffy duvets. The same brown as the bed continued on the bare floor, paneled into place. On the door itself were drawings and prints pinned in a haphazard manner. And among the many anime characters, game avatars and bursting pop album covers, there stood Zuki in the middle of it all, breathing it all in. This absolute cave of wonders was Taehyun's room.

"Come on in."

"Uh- yeah. Of course."

It was easy to misinterpret the room's aesthetic and mistake it as a messy room. But it was nowhere a mess. Even from the entrance, Zuki could feel the bareness of the floor, the breath of fresh air coming from his window, the inviting scent of home. Everything here had a place of its own; this room was an ecosystem in itself, inhabiting the many phases of Taehyun and his life.

"The bathroom's this way. And here-" Taehyun gave her a purple pouch while leading her to the hollow space behind the door, "I don't have many products but these should help you reapply the mascara at least."

Zuki felt way too embarrassed to meet his smug face and so she quietly took the heavy pouch and slipped inside the washroom.

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Might be a bit too short of a chapter but bear with me please, I can't write lol.