Leaning against a brick wall, Myeol Mang slowly opens his dark eyes, observes a bright sun glaring through the circular glass. Stretching, rises, walks towards his oversized bedroom, not feeling an ounce of tiredness. Long ago he stopped living and feeling as a human being, no longer eating, sleeping, feeling, loving, any emotions, other than disdain towards these annoying pitiful creatures that little God insists upon sacrificing for them to lead better lives. Growling, still angered at Dong Kyung, slams the bathroom door, causing all loose items in the room to rattle in fear of his temperamental state.
A long horizontal mirror reflects shades of gray with tinges of green highlights, a large walk in shower, surrounded by a rock wall enclosing one side with built in shelving holds various personal items. All in the bathroom seems dark and mysterious, almost foreboding, just like Myeol Mang, unapproachable, uncaring, and so unloving.
He stares into the mirror, slowly unbuttons his white shirt, reveals a well developed muscular chest, slips out of the shirt. Smirks, thinks arrogantly, admires himself, indeed handsome, not bad for a creature, muscular abs and arms. Shrugging, slips off his slacks, turns on the water, steps into the shower and enjoys the warm water spray on his body. Lightly his hand rests against his cheek where Dong Kyung slapped him last night. The slap itself did not physically hurt, but rather pain came from the cloudy teary betrayed brown eyes, trembling soft pink lips. His harsh, angry words still echoed in his mind, over and over, a broken record, no matter how he desired it he could not take back those hateful harshly spoken words. Closing his eyes, felt tears sting in the corners of his own eyes.