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                 “— Does that matter though? Ah… I apologize, that sounded rude didn´t it? Replying to your previous question, they are actually my natural eye color”

It was a lie, they were actually a bright golden color and he was certainly wearing contacts, but he hated the color of his natural eyes, in all truth, Saeran hated the color yellow in overall, it was disgusting and it only brought him painful memories of his brother, afterall, having to look at himself in the mirror and seeing the reflection of his twin was in a word, a pain itself, and Saeran couldn´t stand the sight of looking exactly like his brother, in all truth, he didn´t want to have anything related to his brother Saeyoung, and that was why the hacker had dyed his hair into a complete different color, and that was also why his eyes were as well, the complete opposite color.

Releasing a small chuckle, the hacker´s gaze switched to the side were the man was currently sitting as he proceeded to speak; “What do you think of the color?” small talk, small talk, oh boy how much he hated it.

                   — Gulping down his anger, Saeran´s hands tightened into fists as he was ready to leave, yet just as soon as he was about to exit, Lenalee´s words made him stop on his tracks as they managed to resonate through his mind as if it were a broken record. The tone of her voice denoted sincerity, yet it still didn´t mean anything to him, and as a matter of fact, the only thing they managed to do was to enrage him even more. 

´I don´t understand you´ … Of course she didn´t, he couldn´t even understand himself sometimes. His mind was in a word, a nightmare to be in, and he couldn´t rely on his heart either, no matter where he tried to reach, every path he took was painful and blurry, as if he were blind and no matter what he did, he couldn´t take the bandages from his eyes away.

Biting his lips perhaps a little too roughly, Saeran couldn´t manage to keep his calm down as he snapped back at the young woman behind him, poison leaving his lips as they reflected only a small part of the anger he was keeping on his heart;

 “Of course you don´t—– you don´t fucking know anything about me, and rest assured that you will never know”

       “oh,  no!  please,  don’t kill me!  what did i do?  what did i do??”  their tone is sarcastic …  “joking!  i don’t think you could if you tried,  sweetheart.”