Flawed Perfection

|➵illegal eyes

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❝ You got that fresh way of talking
It could be four in the morning ❞

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It was an unusually gloomy day when Kang Taehyun and his family decided to shift their adobe. Their destined house, that was about two and a half hours away from their previous home, was located in some far town near the countryside with fewer skyscrapers bur more comfort. Unlike the life he had led till now: surrounded by camera, in the spotlight forever, with hundreds of servants attending him; he would now escape his nightmare. They had brought a small but sufficient house with a garden full of lush green grass and flowers, a small bedroom in the top floor for him and of course, a lovely neighborhood. For his whole life, Taehyun hadn't known the word "sufficient". It had always been more and even more.

And now, sitting in the backseat with earphones plugged in, to say that he was excited would have been an understatement, but yes, he was extremely thrilled. He knew it sounded dramatic but that was exactly just how he felt! And on that unusually gloomy day with grey clouds scattered across the pale sky, Taehyun for the first time in many living years, felt alive

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Frown.

All that she could do throughout that day had been nothing but frowning. It was so because her favorite neighbour, the good old Lee family, were moving out since their house had been finally sold out. It had been an old news in the town that they were looking for someone to buy their house ever since last year's autumn but the news was still shocking and saddening. Zuki stood up from the stairs of the foyer and brushed off the invisible dust from her new apron. She sighed thinking how it was a waste now since the only person who ever bothered to teach her baking was her beloved granny Mrs Lee. A few well built and even a bulky man were bringing in and taking stuff out like ants on a hot sunny day. Her eyes travelled with the huge television that one carried inside and the moved to another guy coming out with a small flower pot of withered dandelions.

She followed the guy and asked him if she could take the flower pot instead. Glancing at her attire and then making a judging face, the worker hesitated a bit before shoving the earthen pot in her open arms. And once again, she couldn't help but frown.

'How dare he! This meaningless roach'

With huff and a puff she walked away carrying her soil filled pot close to her chest. In her opinion, no matter how beneficial selling out this house may had seemed to them, she knew that the Lee's would regret leaving such beautiful and serene place. Where as in reality, the money from the house was going to be invested in Mr Lee's medical treatment. But she did not know that and a sad heart is always prone to hatred.

As she walked past the huge and rusty moving trucks, she could not help but stare at the dark sky and sigh. Yes, change was inevitable and important but it was something that crushed her heart and taunted her comfort.

She loathed abrupt changes.

Trying to untie her apron, she stopped near a parked car across the road, her freshly cut hair running rampant in each direction due to the angry winds.The knot sure was persistence but so was she. She violently yanked the the two blue strings of her brand new pastel sapphire apron in frustration and oh boy, that was the worst decision ever.

Kerp...

"Oh for the love of flowertrucks, why is today so miserable!", she whined and stomped her foot as she heard the ripping sound. "Just come off now, will ya?" She said as her sweating fingers fiddled aimlessly with the loops.

In that mess of floating ebony hair strands, frowning face and frustrated scowl, Zuki's hands felt numb to the unknown cold fingers that took the strings from hers. She could feel a hard chest right behind her and she could hear the soft mutterings in a strangely sweet voice but she dared not lift her hanging head. The pair of cold hands untied the knot and as soon as she felt the apron loosening around her waist, Zuki sprinted. Without looking back, she ran as fast as a scared mouse running away from a cheese trap, and maybe things might have been different if that day she hadn't looked back.

However, fortunately, she did and that has made all the difference. Chocolate orbs; he had insanely indulging eyes. The only whisper that could escape her lips were,

"Such eyes must be illegal"

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