Simon's Game |nct 127|

Simon's Invitation: Taeyong

*Taeyong's POV*

My phone stated vibrating rhythmically, signaling me that it was time to wake up. I opened my eyelids and turned the alarm off. I wasn't sleeping to be honest, in fact I had been awake since 5.00am and I was just trying to fall asleep again. However all of my attempts failed miserably. I got up from my bed, wore my slippers and headed towards the small window that was placed on one of the walls of my room. I took a look outside. The sky was painted gray, the thick atmosphere covered knowingly the whole town, without creating some layer of fog as if the weather was trying carefully, to cover in an elegant way with faded clouds the city.

The weather today didn't manage to match my taste, but surely managed to portray my mood. Without paying any further attention to the scenery outside of the window I headed towards the bathroom.

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I splashed some water on my face and as I wiped it I checked out my reflection in the mirror that was placed above the sink.

My eyes looked emotionless and so did my face. No expression was painted on it, but how can I pretend to feel something if I feel empty inside?

But I shouldn't feel empty. I should be happy to live this life and most importantly, I should be happy that I was blessed with this face.

Everyone made sure to always remind me of how handsome I was. In a good or in a bad way. I have heard it all. But people don't usually sympathize with me when I tell them I'm not ok, it just feels like not only I have to look great but to feel great as well. I must have the full package because if I don't, then the responses I am going to receive won't be so graceful. But again.

I have no right to complain, right? I already have it all so complaining just makes me look arrogant and selfish, traits that don't look good on me and my image.

I thought ironically.

But what if I don't feel as pretty as everyone thinks I feel?

Then I'm an idiot, a fool, or I'm just pretending to not like myself.

I looked emotionlessly my face and smiled.

I could sense that my smile was forced and not genuine, but just because others couldn't, it meant it was enough.

I fixed with my hands my straight blonde, almost white hair and exited the bathroom.

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I wore my work's uniform and a jacket and left my house.

I wasn't driving so I was going to my work by feet. While walking I admired the city around me. Because it was still early it wasn't very crowded so that gave me the chance to walk peacefully with a slightly fast pace. I was so absorbed by this unique weather that I didn't notice that someone bumped into me, or the opposite, resulting to both of us falling on the ground.

"Oh..."

I sighed a little painfully, as I landed harshly on the ground.

"Ouch..."

The man I bumped into said.

"Are you ok sir?"

I asked worryingly as I got up from the ground, offering him my hand to get up.

"Yeah I'm fine..."

He stated, grabbing my hand.

"I'm sorry I didn't pay much attention in front of me."

"Hey it's ok I was the one that bumped into you."

He said and smiled.

I smiled as well.