❝different❞ | seulmin

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seulgi

i walked into the school, my hands tucked deep inside my pockets and a beanie on my head.

i shivered slightly as i walked to my locker. today was too cold for my liking.

it was even said to be snowing today. although i didn't want it to snow, it would look incredibly nice. especially during this time, a month away from christmas.

everyone already started putting up their christmas trees, fairy lights and their 'merry christmas' signs on their doors.

i took off my beanie and placed it inside my locker along with my coat. i tucked in my gloves inside the pockets of the coat and fixed my uniform.

"hey hey hey," i heard from a distance. i turned my head to see jimin, waving his hands slightly.

he walked over to me, his hands now in his pockets, his hair parted on the side and that small smile plastered on his face.

"hi," i replied, smiling only a little bit before looking around, making sure no one was looking.

"is there something wrong?" he asked, raising a brow. "oh, no. i don't want people to see you talking to me so i'm looking around," i explained, looking back at him.

"seulgi, i told you already. i don't have that big of a reputation for you to not talk to me. come on, you said having a friend would be cool,"

his lips were slowly pouting as he squinted his eyes.

"can we at least go to the rooftop or somewhere where no one will pay attention to us?" i asked, nearly pleading.

he nodded his head. "if you feel comfortable like that then yes. we can go to the field shed. they have like a few seats but no one really goes there," he suggested.

"well, i don't mind,"

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we reached the shed, sitting down on one of the seats as i passed him his carton of chocolate milk.

he ripped off the plastic that covered the straw and pushed it in through the carton, drinking from it.

"can i ask you something?" he asked suddenly, looking at me as i drank my banana milk.

"sure,"

"do you make an effort to hang out with people?" i sat there, silent.

letting out a sigh, i pulled the carton of milk away from me. "sometimes," i replied, drinking again.

"seulgi, i'm sure you would have a lot of friends if you wanted to," he explained.

"you are a nice person, decent looking, hard working. you have everything,"

"but," i stopped him.

"decent isn't what i am going for. i want to be pretty,"

he only stared at me this time, letting me speak.

"have you seen the girls in school? they are all so gorgeous and then there is me. i don't even fit in with any of them," i sighed.

"they have the looks of an idol, a cartoon, a beauty. comparing them to me makes it easier for you to choose who looks better. them of course,"

he put his hand on my shoulder, looking at me in the eyes.

"seulgi, you are beautiful. you don't see it because you are blinded by other people's opinion on what beauty is. when you look at the mirror, you only look at what flaws you carry, not what beauty you own," he smiled softly.

"you are perfect just the way you are. you don't need to change for anyone. you don't need to act like someone you aren't just for people to like you. be yourself and you will be loved. by many,"

he stopped, pulling his hand away from my shoulder. "i'm sure, very sure, that one day, you'll become so popular that people would go everywhere just to see you,"

"jimin..."

"you might think i am only doing this to make you happy. i'm being sincere. very sincere. but you believe what you want to believe. but please, don't get trapped in the stereotypical thinking of what beauty is,"