✘ mirror. taeminxtaehyung
the loud music was blasting through the rooms -- the grand prince had asked to join him for a night with good music and a lot of people. useless, actually but so necessary in his job. seen, to be seen. that was what taemin made his money with. he needed that people actually know him. and like this the young male would make a party once every few months and just invited everyone who could be interesting for him or his work; or his future. today was one of those night. but truth to be told, it wasn't like taemin would do anything himself. he had enough of money and knew enough people that would organize the party for him while he was busy himself; choosing the right outfit for the night. of course the boy had to look close to perfection -- but narcissuss himself always though of himself as perfection this could be read in every book that was out there and that had bits of the greek mythology. he might not be a god; only a half with his father being one -- but his story was one of those who was known the most. it was close to midnight and his rooms were full with people that moved along the music and drank. the party was long not on it's peek but it was getting there and the mood was good, carefree. it was one of those nights taemin loved the most. and maybe one of those nights where his thoughts were brought away from the fact that his beauty was weighed down a curse. the curse to die alone only in love with himself. taemin loved himself. but ever since he learned that indeed his own was cursed because he had been too full of himself he had come to realisation that life wasn't all about the looks or what he had always been proud of. but he knew he couldn't fight a curse that was as old as time. his small hand was curled around the glass with a bitter liquid. his blonde hair was styled up and ice blue eyes were piercing through the dull light of the apartment. a smile graced his lips while he was talking to one of the designers that seemed to have a lot of money -- and this was what was important to him. he wasn't a model -- he would never have the discipline for that if he was honest. it was so much easier to simply take photos with your phone and load them up on your instagram account or sit in front of a camera and talk about nonsense that people still seemed to like. taemin wasn't a person soneone would like and he carried a face on the outside that wasn't his own; he lied so to say. taemin thanked the foreign man as he excused himself to the bathroom. time to take a deep breath and let his gaze wander through the people, search for a new victim to talk he didn't know or old bonds that needed to be renewed for the sake of work. the boy looked down on himself, checking his clothes; looking at his favourite ripped designer jeans. though it was so much ripped that he wouldn't even need actually fabric on his legs anymore because it bared his thighs almost completely. however there was a figure in the corner of his eyes. someone that surely didn't belong here.
@dextaehyung
