방탄 소년단
"That... gash," I muttered, my nose rumpled in disdain - and sympathy for the man - as I studied the newly developing scar on his right eye.
It was fresh, the skin that surrounded the vermilion wound was puffy and distended, as if it just hap...
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I struggled to keep a positive mindset, my mind falling to the pessimistic thoughts that began to monopolize my head. I even tried to think of the phone call Yoongi and I would have at the end of the day— in hopes that would at least make me feel just a little bit better. Yet, it didn't. I could still feel myself slipping away from my reality, wandering off and thinking about how much I wanted to simply stay in my room, and lay in silence.
I couldn't this time.
Not when Mikhail had Sonia set up a dinner for the two of us here at the hideout. I was absolutely dreading this dinner date or whatever the hell he wanted to call it. I was completely annoyed, and I hadn't even set foot in the dining room yet, still allowing Sonia to get me ready, and put on the bit of make-up Mikhail adored so much.
God, I hate this. Please, take me away from here. I begged Him, holding my hands together as the makeup brush powdered against my nose and cheeks, adding blush to my innate tanned complexion.
If I had any say in what I wanted as far as makeup looks, I would immediately eliminate the blush and cherry lip gloss. It was gorgeous, however I was so tired of it. I wanted something else. I wanted the make-up a grown woman would wear. Perhaps a dark plum shade, or a black cherry red. I wanted the opposite of what I was given. I don't want pinks, whites, and pastels. I want blacks, navy blues, and grays. I couldn't even imagine Mikhail's reaction if I were to ever tell him my desires for change.
If he thought I was already behaving strangely, I wonder what he would think of me when I asked for a color palette change.
Something I would never do.
"Estas bien, Reyna?" Sonia asked me, pausing her hand.
I opened my eyes, looking up at her. "Si, estoy bien, todo esta bien." I partly lied to her, giving her a fake smile.
Her eyes squinted, pointing at me with the brush. "Metirosa." I couldn't help but laugh at her words, even when I tried to be serious. "Te ves triste."
I shrugged. "No soy triste, soy molesta" I corrected.
Perhaps I was a little sad. Sad that I couldn't be alone when I most needed it, and couldn't see Yoongi when I wanted to see him, as well.
"Y porque?" Sonia continued, shutting the blush palette.
"Ese pinche pendejo me viste como si fuera una muñeca." I rolled my eyes, telling her the truth.
"Pero te miras bonita." Sonia tried on a fake smile, hoping that I would also agree with her. "Mira, en el espejo." She urged me, turning my chair so that I would face the mirror in front of me.
"Fijate bien, Reyna." She mumbled, putting away some of the make-up brushes.
I tried to really pay attention. It was the hardest I've ever looked upon my own reflection. As I looked at myself in my mirror, I noticed how different I appeared. I couldn't even remember the last time I took a moment to really look at myself. I didn't have it in me to look at myself. I looked too much like my mom, and I was invariably dressed in clothes I didn't want to wear.
