𝐊𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘

🥡𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍🥡

There is an uncomfortable spotlight on him as he stands in the crowd of men almost naked only a pair of short shorts on him and everyone else, an instructor stands in front of them all.

Taehyung stands beside him and he sighs, each time a man is called. Their name is said out loud, and maliciously, the instructor makes them step on a scale, he says their weight and body measurements for others to hear.

He can't help, but watch in utter horror as the other men stare down in shame as their weight and measurement is called out.

Taehyung's is called and he knows that he is next, the man stands on the scale and he hears, "124 pounds, height 6 feet." He screams and then he measures Taehyung's waist and hips. "Hips 20 inches and waist 24 inches!" He screams. He looks back at Taehyung.

"You are perfect." He says and Jungkook then walks ahead his head up as the crown stays there on his neat hair. He gulps when the instructor looks at him with judging eyes.

"Step on the scale." He says and Jungkook does. He hears the man sigh.

"Height 5'3, Weight 100 pounds!" He screams out loud and Jungkook closes his eyes at the horror of his weight. The measuring tape is placed around his waist and hips and he sighs.

"Hips 32 inches, waist 18 inches!" He screams and the judge puts up Jungkook's face to see his and then stands back to look at his figure.

He looks down in shame when he hears him laugh, "You won't win this." He tells him loud enough for the others to hear him.

"Can I know why sir?" The man scoffs and grips the skin of Jungkook's stomach, due to its sensitivity the skin bruises.

"You are fat! You have a big stomach! You are not the right weight! Your face is hideous! Your body is atrocious! How dare of you to ask me why I think that you won't win!" He pulls the crown off Jungkook's head.

"You do not deserve this crown! This crown is not made for little Chinese boys like you. Boys who are like you, fat and ugly-" A slap emits around the room and the man stops speaking. He looks at Jungkook who looks up at him.

"You do not touch my fucking crown!" He screams while taking the crown from him, "You do not call me ugly when you stand there looking like a fucking frog! And most of all you do not get to judge my body! I have to work night and day for this body, exercising to have the waist and weight I have. Starving myself so that I can fit the criteria, I might be different from everyone else. My height might be different but that does not mean that you will treat me like I am less than you." He walks closer to him.

"Because last time I checked, I was the one with the crown on my head and you wear nothing but that filthy mop of a wig that you call your fucking hair. You do not defy who I am based on my body or my race, I am a human being too. If I am an animal, then you are one too. Asian or not, I am not ashamed of my heritage. I will not use cosmetic surgery to hide my roots. And you know fucking what! I'll stop this ridiculous diet!" He screams before going to the table and grabbing the scissors, he grabs the measuring tape and he cuts it with the scissors before grabbing the scale and throwing it off the stage. He looks back up at the man and he walks closer to him.

He yells, "I am done with this body judgment you assholes put on us. I am done making young boys and girls believe that starving themselves will make them look like me. And I am a winner, a mother fucking winner. I will always be a winner and never a loser. I am not like you and shitty." he looks around, he takes a few steps back and he says out loud, "If I can't fit your fucking beauty standards, then fucking be it. I'll create my own." He screams before putting his crown back on and walking off the stage.

His mother is the first person he sees and they make eye contact. He goes to his bag and he takes out the pills, Meth, and Cigarettes before going to the trash and throwing them in front of her.

"Jeon fucking Jungkook get those out right now! You need those to win!" He shakes his head.

"I'm tired of having to take these no!" He screams before going to where the kit with Botox is, the one his mother was planning on putting on him for the pageant. He brings it to the trash as well.

"I am tired of this diet, of fucking starving myself, of working out for hours just to achieve the perfect body when you don't understand that my body is perfect one way or another. I am tired of it and the means that I'm done pretending like everything is fine when it fucking isn't!" He screams and he looks at his mother.

Simply she looks ahead of herself and she walks out of the room. Jungkook sits on the chair of the dressing room and grabs a make up wipe, he cleans off his makeup. The eye shadow, but he keeps on the lip gloss. He places his crown on the table and he walks to his bag, he takes out his clothing, a pair of jeans, and a sweater. Putting them on he looks up when the door opens and he finds other men coming inside. He sits on the chair while putting on some powder on his face, but he stops.

Looking behind him he sees them clapping their hands at him and he can't help it, the smile that forms on his lips when they do. Accepting him for his bravery.

Taehyung walks towards him and he grabs the crown off the table before fixing his long hair and setting it on his head.

Jungkook smiles at them as they all come to hug him.

Now all he has to do is win and he will be a winner.