Perfection is something every human strives for. But Kyungsoo thinks otherwise. Everything's fake when perfection is at its finest, Kyungsoo thinks. However in this era, humans will do anything to look perfect, that's why the Park Operations exists. They control the economy, brainwashed people into thinking they need surgery to look pretty, Kyungsoo believes. But he isn't so easy taken, Kyungsoo was from a lower class in this society. And he thinks that it's good because they aren't brainwashed. Kyungsoo doesn't mind, Kyungsoo likes being himself, it doesn't matter if he doesn't as pretty or gorgeous like any other, he likes being himself. Because being himself, means staying true to himself, he believes. 

It was a Sunday afternoon, Kyungsoo was resting underneath the shades of the trees. It's moments like this that Kyungsoo treasures, he lets himself be carry away by the soft melody brought by the breeze and the leaves. Kyungsoo loves it, he really does. He sighs happily, it's really moments like this that he treasures, because life is calm and no one telling him what to do. That's why he feels like he has more advantage than those richer class people. Who have to put on a fake image, he can struggle a little but that's all life. 

Kyungsoo doze off to the dream world, when a man approach his small form. It wasn't until he felt fingers tracing on his cheeks, Kyungsoo's eyes shoot widen open while his hand caught on the wrist of the hand. "Who-" Kyungsoo beg