Being new and still quite timid, Taekwoon preferred this room to many of the others, as alone by itself, it was small, peaceful, and quiet. Even if it was his sanctuary alone, it was better than many of the places he had taken solace before. At least here, he could curl up under a throw blanket and keep himself warmed with a book. He prayed for a customer to notice him one of these times, but kept hearing the soft voice in the back of his head, his mother's voice and his female self, whispering that without the long hair and makeup and dresses, nobody could live, or even like him as he was. Taekwoon tried to ignore it all as much as he could, but the silence made it easy to fall back into those words, the self depreciating cycle that was so hard to break away from. Pushing his mind to his novel once more, the brunette made his chestnut eyes focus on the words on the page, remembering the premise of the story and immersing himself back into the tale of betrayal and heartache.