He hated himself, and he had the marks to prove it. They exposed him as the horrible creature he was.
It became his escape to mark himelf so that others could see; so they weren't deceived by a monster.  It made him less of one (or at least he hoped so). 
 

     He had a counterpart: Minho. Who, for some unfathomable reason loved Taemin. He would tell him that he wasn't a monster, that he was beautiful. 

     Minho sat next to Taemin when he was sad, smiled through his temper tantrums, cured the marks off Taemin's face, planted sweet innocent kisses on his nose and bought him banana milk every wednesday. Minho was there for Taemin, unfaltering and strong always, just like an angel. 

Minho was Taemin's Angel, the one who'd gotten him into heaven.

Author's Note: I wrote this during my 55 minute Creative Writing classm earlier today, and my amazing Unnie: Val said she wanted me to post it. I'm not entirely happy with it, but she's scary so I'm complying. 

I love you Unnie <3