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as a snowflake, you grow weary of the hard life. so when people question you, you only shake your head and close your eyes. you take a break from walking home because your legs hurt, and your shoulders feel like they might cave in. because your parents saw that you were gaining strength, that you were getting used to the heavy weights, so in your sleep, they added more. and how they made your muscles ache. an ache you had never experienced before. an ache so great, you could feel your insides strain themselves to keep yourself functioning.

you carry your grey backpack down your grey road and reach your house. how much you hated the color grey. a loud crash in your radio ear-piece makes you flinch.

you were hated, you were stepped on like an ant on a sidewalk. except ants were treated better than you were. they must have been. any snowflake would want to be an ant rather than what they were. they were just trying to have some variety, and society did not accept that. of course society would never accept that, why would someone accept another for who they are?

so, this weary snowflake hauls himself back to his house, where his mother is electronic and only says a maximum of ten words to him everyday, and where his father counts the weights on his son's shoulders as he walks in. it would be dreadful if the snowflake took off a few pounds. oh how he would be punished for such an act. it would be unfair, and that is not okay.

a snowflake must be punished severely for being what they are, hideous.

taehyung, a gentle snowflake flung his mask to the ground, he had broken it doing that. he balled his fists as his father quickly counted his weights. his father gave him a small smile, proud of his son for bearing the all of the weights for the entire day.

"see, taehyung? how hard is it to be normal? it's so rewarding to finally have a son who fits within our society." his father stated with joy before walking to the living room, like he always did. he sat himself on the couch and turned on the television, choosing the programs he had seen over and over again. it made taehyung want to go deaf. why was he not the normal one? was there anyone else who knew anything? was there anyone who knew how wrong any of this was?

"jeongguk, dear-"

"i know."

jeongguk knew, she said it every day. his mother would ask him everyday to wash the dishes, then both sweep and mop the floor, then straighten anything that was out of place. nothing could be out of place. he'd fix the grey couch cushions, then the grey books on the grey bookshelf. he fixed his mother's makeup, which happened to have rather bland colors on the palettes. he knew it was just society's fault. he knew that much. he knew the snowflakes were not the reason they had such a boring way of life. it was never their fault. they were the ones who brought the light, the joy, the adrenaline to his life. if only he could thank a snowflake for being themselves. jeongguk, himself felt so confined, so uncomfortable. he could never, i mean never. act the way in which snowflakes do.

he blinked his grey eyes, not even noticing the bemused expression on his mother's face. jeongguk had never seen such a lively expression upon a face before. it was something new to him, something he found interesting.

she felt out of schedule, she felt rushed and unsure of how to react.

and so she ignored her son and left the room.

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