Behind This Mask
Description
When life is already as mysterious and unpredictable as the very dance it plays, where does a masquerade fit in among this mess?
Bae Joohyun knew nothing more than the very mask she's kept erect for the world to see. It comforted her, and soothed her, and made it easier for her to live amongst a crowd of people that hardly knew she existed. She wanted to be a faceless number amongst a thousand, and as she termed, 'another face in the crowd'. But when she meets Xiumin, a man almost too knightly to join the common crowd, what becomes of the walls she has tirelessly maintained as they now turn to ruins?
But most importantly, what becomes of the mask that she's held so dear as it slowly slips away from her fingers?
Special credits go to Yong89 for making such a lovely poster for me. I'll definitely keep this one to the very end so thank you so much <3 Also, I also want to give credit to her graphic shop as well, which is FHTS Graphic Shop! <3 Thank you, thank you for this poster, and i'm extremely satisfied with it! ^^
Foreword
"How did you find me?" she voiced. She thought again, and rephrased her question quickly. "Why aren't you dancing with Wendy?"
He purposely ignored the second question and smiled softly at her. He placed her hand on his shoulder, gently caressing her other into his, as slow music began to play. "I noticed you the moment you entered. You stood out amongst the crowd."
She didn't see the compliment to his words, but felt guarded and discontent. "So i'm an odd ball again? Is that what it is? I'm just a cannon ball amidst a box of pearls aren't I?"
The anger to her tone immediately caught him, yet he laughed. It was masked by the music, but it was lovely. Although she felt insulted, she fell for his laugh. "What's so funny?"
"Your analogies are weird", he finally faced her, yet again with a smile that she felt was selfishly for herself. "You're not a cannon ball. You're more valuable than that."
For some reason, she felt as though he knew her troubles the way he looked at her. This stranger she hardly knew was intruding into the very edge that made her hard and rough. Yet, he softly drove by, with just the touch of his hand. "You're a beautiful gem stone Irene."
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