{Warnings; Self deprecation
Summary; Saeyoung and y/n have a date planned, but y/n's a little stuck on the getting ready part...}
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God, how I hated this mirror.
Not that any of the others were that great either, but the wide, too-clear-for-comfort one that was placed over the bathroom sink in me and Saeyoung's house was the worst.
Something about how the lighting was strong and yellow-tinted, making my hair look dirty even when it wasn't, and highlighting the worst features of my face. If there was even the smallest bit of acne, the bathroom mirror would magnify it until it was the only thing I could focus on.
I knew I shouldn't keep staring, that it would only make it worse, but I couldn't help myself. First my forehead was too big, then my hair was greasy, and then my waist... it always ends up being about my waist.
I felt the sting of tears in the back of my eyes, but I refused to let them fill my vision. Saeyoung and I had a date planned for the night, and I wanted to look as pretty as possible for it. He had said something about how it was 'a surprise he thought we'd both love', and if I was correct, I had caught him that morning peering at the city's aquarium website while we were eating breakfast.
I clenched my teeth and quickly tore my gaze from the mirror, walking quickly into the bedroom we shared and slipping back into the closet for the third time that evening.
Thank goodness Saeyoung wasn't in the bedroom, and instead you could hear some sort of rummaging sound in the kitchen, making you assume he was probably grabbing some Honey Buddha chips for the car ride.
Some days it seemed that no matter how much I liked any of my outfits, they always looked disgusting on me. The moment I step into the bathroom, all of the things that are wrong with me are shoved straight into my face without mercy. This was one of those days.
Grabbing yet another outfit and heading back to the bathroom, I quickly changed, and turned around to face my reflection.
"Are you kidding me?" I instinctively whispered to myself. I looked even worse. I looked fat.
It couldn't be a coincidence, having changed this many times; at this point I had to face the truth. I am fat. Ugly, too.
The stinging sensation was back again, and before I could stop it, the first few tears were spilling down my cheeks, taking the eyeliner I had tried unreasonably hard to get perfectly symmetrical with it.
Damnit. DAMNIT! I've ruined everything. We were going to have a lovely evening, and my ugly fat self went and spoiled everything.
I bent over the sink, turning on the faucet to cover the noise of any sobs I might make. From outside the door, I heard footsteps, which reminded me of another thing.
Saeyoung : It's got to be a chore to have to look at this all day. There's no way he doesn't think I'm revolting, unless he seriously needs a new eyeglass prescription. How could he possibly love someone who looks this bad?
A voice I instantly recognized as Saeyoung's called from outside the door, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Hey, just so you know, we're going to have to leave in a few minutes. You almost ready? I'm so excited~" He had raised his voice so that you could hear him even with the water running.
