Glasses | Changjinlix

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Welcome to the new, improved and edited version of Glasses; I hope you enjoy. :D
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"If my life is going to mean anything, I have to live it myself." - Percy Jackson, The Lightning Thief

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Hwang Hyunjin stood before the bathroom mirror, carefully slipping in his contact lenses. It was a meticulous process of keeping one eye open while he precariously balanced the contact on the tip of his index finger and slid it into place, blinking to secure it in the centre. A boresome routine, really, though he continued it daily without fail.

Candidly, Hyunjin's eyesight could have been better - yet he'd been left with eyesight that needed some form of assistance. This was nothing unusual with his rotten luck, in the smallest of things, that always came back to croon at him in spiteful mockery. Thus, he was stuck with this tiresome process every morning, mentally praying that in his sleepy daze he wouldn't accidentally poke out his eyes and render himself completely blind - what sheer irony!

Despite his better judgement (from his frightfully tempting lazy conscience which merely wanted to spend those extra moments curled up under his bedsheets where the cold was prevented from attacking him), he was never going to wear his glasses to school. Not in front of so many people. Sure, he'd wear the contact lenses, but glasses were far too often connected to clever people, which Hyunjin didn't believe himself to be (he was rather average in cleverness and anything of the sort that was academic-related). Thus, he resorted to the small circular clear things that performed the same job. His lifesaver.

Glasses were only to be worn in places deemed safe; the library. Nobody knew of Hyunjin's obsession with books.

He remembered the awful days of the past; full of jeering sneers and mocking laughs. How they'd thought him to be clever, only to be wrong, and they'd laughed mercilessly in their cruel mockery. It wasn't his fault that he enjoyed reading and wore glasses. It wasn't his fault that he was a complete and utter nerd when it came to dramas (he'd sobbed his eyes out in front of Seungmin and Jisung too many times to count because of another emotional attachment to a character). The world was just a terribly cruel place, and Hyunjin had learnt that the hard way.

Certain things were necessary for survival. His contact lenses were necessary for his survival (at school, in the least).

He brushed his long hair away from his eyes, with his fingertips, as he studied himself in the small bathroom mirror for a few seconds. The bathroom was small, with a minuscule window. At this time of day, it served little purpose other than showcasing the dim morning sky, though the view was mostly obscured by a thriving potted plant with wide, extended leaves. An electrical bright, blue light illuminated the small bathroom, letting out a low hum as it buzzed with contained energy, shining across the smooth, white wall tiles. Pursing his lips, he smiled a thin smile, pushing his cheeks in a compact way to check just how swollen his face was. Upon deeming it acceptable, he blinked tiredly at his reflection.

His eyes were still heavy, and his mind still groggy. His bed called out for him, enticing, persuasive, promising of warmth, comfort, sleep and safety. School wasn't that important, surely, not compared to the idea of doing simply nothing but relishing in warmth and laziness.

He tossed the thoughts aside as he glared into his eyes with fickle determination. It wavered, but he steadied it. He was running out of time in his mental schedule. It was falling into breakfast time.

His mother had fried some eggs this morning, rather than leaving them to scuffle for the swiftly depleting cereal. The faint smell of oil that came with fried eggs, and the heavenly smell of toast, with lathered butter that melted into the warmth, wafted through the staircase hallway. Hyunjin entered the kitchen, swinging around the doorframe from his elevated standing of two stairs high, his stomach screeching in approval, just in time to hear his kind-hearted mother reminding her husband to do the grocery shopping on his way home from work. As he entered, she turned towards him, her comforting aura flooding the kitchen, causing even the assorted potted plants on the window sill to perk up.