Beautiful~ BTS maknae(s)

Chapter 10:

I couldn't breathe.

I wanted to cry.

Never have I ever thought one word could make me cry.

He told me I was beautiful.

And the word 'not' wasn't in the sentence!

I looked up at him with my watering eyes. I wanted to thank him with my own voice so bad, but I couldn't.

And great.

Just great.

My mask decided to undo the stitching, but in its defense, it was years old. Probably 5 years at the least, plus she washed it often.

Taehyung saw me and was half-shocked, but continued smiling and didn't take it back. She caught the mask midair and slapped it back onto her face.

No way.

I froze.

He gazed into my eyes as if it was nothing.

Ah excuse me. Uh umm thank you Taehyung. Tell the manager I'll be continuing work from home.

I gathered all my things and walked off very fast I might as well be running.

I think I was having trouble breathing.

I wasn't.

But still.

I could die happy now.

I had such a big smile on my face I didn't care that the public could see my face and kept staring and pointing out my ugliness.

Though I finally got sick of it and pulled up my sweater to my mouth, although it looked stupid, I didn't care.

I finally reached home and I flopped onto my couch.

I searched frantically on my purse and finally found the fully glowing note.

I felt so happy inside.

I...

Could finally be beautiful.

I made contact with the note on my face and felt a little dancing sensation, and glitter glowing. The note wasn't glittering as much anymore, but is still kept it in my purse and ran into the bathroom.

I burst into tears and I laughed.

I was finally beautiful.

The thing I had wanted ever since I was as a child.

My hair was in a messy, cute, loose braid. My lips were the perfect size and shade, a pale cherry blossom shade, and I had a cute nose. My skin color had stayed the same and it was much smoother than before. So did my eyes. My eyes stayed the same. But they seemed a bit dimmer...

But who cares!

I was so happy I ran a full lap around the apartment and onto the balcony, with no shame, I did a funny dance of victory. I wanted to scream and shout but I knew I couldn't, but I didn't care.