The jet black stands still in front of his dresser, stares into the mirror; staring into himself. He had his hair down today instead his usual pushed back one.

You look nicer with your hair down like that.

The jet black smile at the bits of memory.

He always prefer the usual cause it made him looks mature and more reliable. The current one made him looks naive and dependable but since it suits his white wool jumper and white jeans, "it’s okay", he thought and stares again. Yeah, it's okay. He likes it. Jong In his chapped lips. His fingers were playing the hem of his jumper. A strain sigh from his lips broke the silence his bedroom.

Does he really? He bite his lips while looking back at himself on the mirror again; only with his eyes glassed with unshed tears. I hope he does.