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When standards of beauty changed so drastically that everyone wore masks to hide their faces.
Standards were so high that no one even knew what the 'perfect face' was anymore.
If you asked someone if your beautiful even they wouldn't know.
"Jungk...
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When Taehyung woke up the next morning, a ray of sun flashed in his eyes as the light escaped through the thin drapes. His initial reaction was to toss the blanket over his head. In his quiet room he laid there, dreading to get off of his bed. His moment of silence didn't last as long as he had hoped when he heard a knock coming from his door. "Mr.Kim breakfast is ready." Taehyung was made aware.
He wasn't fond of having morning meals with his family. They always seemed as something inconvenient, and just another time for his father to probably say something he is doing wrong with life. So he was tossing in his bed, while giving and inaudible "alright," before being able to get off.
Getting dressed into a casual get up, he took one glance at himself through the full body mirror. Slicking back a piece of his untamed hair, back into place with the others.
Walking out the door of his room, he made his way down the stairs lazily. As each step he took, made a echo noise vibrate in the large hallway. His presence being noticed by every maid, and housekeeper in the vicinity. He had his hands stuffed into his pockets, not sparing a glace at the stares he earned. Walking into the dinning room, there was breakfast foods of all sorts laid out onto the white cotton tablecloth that had accented lace boarding the edges.
His father was sitting at the end of the table like how a high king would. While his mother took a seat, sitting on his left side. He watched as his mother didn't notice his presence, yet taking a sip of her coffee that was in a vintage colclough bone china cup. Tucking away the black strand of hair that fell on her face, behind her ear. Exposing the dangling diamond earring that accentuated her beauty of pale flawless skin that was exposed on her neck. She was glowing with beauty, but he would rarely see the beauty that lied beneath her mask.
His father sat in his seat stoically, tapping his middle finger on the table. "You're late." His father began and it was only then that his mothers attention was also brought up to him. "You we're supposed to be here, at the table, at 8am sharp."
Taehyung looked down at his wrist as if there wasn't a non-existent clock that he could look at. knowing he's looking at nothing, gave his father an unamused expression. "It's not like a carry a clock on me, I just woke up."
His father scoffed at his son, "Use that phone of yours for good use and make a goddamn alarm." The real Mr.Kim banged his fist onto the table causing his drink to clatter on the glass cup saucer. Mrs. Kim poised in the situation as her chest protruded outwards as she took a breath in from her nose, and exhaling through her mouth.
"It's too early in the morning for this darling. Take a seat Taehyung and eat some food before it get's cold." She holds onto her fork and knife as he cuts through her pouched egg that is on top of a piece of whole-wheat toast. The yolk oozing out of the egg as the toast absorbs some of it contents.
Taehyung sat in the seat that was across from his mother. Turning around he switched his normal mask to his eating mask. When he pulled out the white painted parcel gilt armchair, it dragged on the porcelain polished wood.
