He's flawless and he himself knew it, without understanding why. People has been praising him for that, for being flawless, for being cute, for being handsome, whatever that is. He could see, in the mirror, his own eyes staring back at him. He could see the weak, pathetic little smile he gave himself.

Which quivered.

Which growled.

With such fierce intensity, his fist slammed into the mirror, some of them becoming shards of glass and some of them cracked open. His gaze was transferred to the blood oozing from his hands, down to the mirror, crimson red and raw. His mouth gaped open at such beauty. How could such pain be so beautiful?

His gaze was transferred again into the reflection of his face, which was distorted because of the cracks of the mirror.

It was the first time Taemin really smiled sincerely.

A maniacal laugh was let out from his perfect little mouth.

He's not perfect anymore.

He's not flawless anymore.