"Mirror, mirror on the wall whose the fairest of them all?" He heard a girl's shrill, followed by her high-pitched giggle that sounded much like the witch in those cartoons; Taehyung groaned, unable to withstand the fatigue and his gyrating vision.

"Ah, look! It's Taehyung, the fairest maiden of them all!" The girl giggled once again and Taehyung felt that he might as well hear her shrill. She grabbed her chin and tugged it up, towards what seemed to be the mirror. Blearily, he could see a faint image of a pasty face that clashed with the shade of the neck; a bright rouge tint drawn messily across the lips; and dark eyes drawn even darker with eyeliner. It took a long moment for him to realize that the image he was seeing was in fact himself.