Carpenter Tara

Tara und ihr Freund Taehyung galten in den Augen Außenstehender, ja sogar in ihren eigenen, als das perfekte Paar – zumindest für ihn. Sie waren zweieinhalb Jahre zusammen, doch Tara betrog Taehyung mit Chad, einem guten Freund von ihm. Taehyung ahnte nichts davon; er lebte in seiner vermeintlich perfekten Beziehungsblase, die Tara unbedingt aufrechterhalten musste, da sie seine Untreue perfekt verbarg.

He kept the blond on his chest, caressing the strands of his hair gently while he looked closely at his face, those so perfect features that made up his face. I look at her blue eyes, the ones that in a way reminded her of the ocean, with its ability to be both serene and turbulent. A place where sometimes the sun bathes the waters and the waves caress the sand. A place where the most chaotic storm can also be unleashed. Her fine eyebrows perfectly populated and outlined, that upturned nose that had a small mole at the bottom, her long and well-placed eyelashes. Those slightly thick reddish lips, his marked jaw and perfect cheekbones. When she stopped to look at her boyfriend, she realized how perfect he was both physically and internally... And in those moments her mind told her that none of the boys she cheated on Taehyung with would ever be as perfect as him, and they never would be, however that was something she would never say