Racers - Kang Daniel

19 - Don't You Like You

A/N: Words in italic indicates Colbie Caillat - Try song lyric (all credits goes to the rightful owners of the song)

Once Daniel dropped me off at the restaurant, he said that he'd pick me up later for the gathering and he'd take care of the gym. After I finished my shift at the restaurant, I went to my other part time jobs to apologize. Good thing they're okay about it. I was glad that at least everything went well up until that point, because after that I still had one more thing to worry about.

As I tried on several dresses for the gathering, I looked at myself in the mirror "The dresses look good on hangers, but why none of them look good when I wear them?" I asked myself.

"Hmm, I may not be gorgeous, but I think I still look pretty okay" I said as I observed my face closely. So it's not the face.

"I may not be tall, but I think my body still look pretty decent" I said as I shifted my focus to my body. So it's not the body either.

"I may not have a flawless skin, but it shouldn't be visible, because I've covered them up with the dress, right?" I asked myself as I looked at my overall appearance to check whether there's any visible scar. And there's none.

"So if it's not the face, the body, or the scar, then what is wrong with me? Why don't I look good in any of these clothes? Why?" I asked myself.

I was frustrated, then tears started rolling down my cheeks. I looked at myself in the eyes, and all I could see was disappointment and sadness. "I guess my inside is the one that's rotten. I don't look at myself with affection. I don't like myself. That's why" I realized.

"Why you keep beating yourself up (y/n)? Aren't you tired? Because I'm so tired" a voice inside me said. I thought by putting everything behind me, I would finally be able to accept and love myself for who I am. But apparently that's not the case. I was devastated. I crumbled down on my bed and cry.

Knock knock knock.

"(y/n), it's me. Can I come in?" I heard Daniel's voice, but I couldn't respond.

Third person P.O.V

"Oh! The door is unlocked. I'm coming in" he said.

"Babe, why didn't you lock the door?" he asked when he saw you. "(y/n), are you okay?" Daniel panicked as he realized that you're in tears, he's afraid something happened to you because you didn't lock the door.

"Hey, did something happen? It's alright. I'm here" he said as he hugged you and patted your back.

"I look horrible" you said.

He looked at you closely, "What are you talking about? You looked amazing" he said.

"No. I don't. I tried everything in my closet, but none of them look good on me" you said.

"Hey. Baby. Look at me" Daniel said as he forced you to look at him. "Do you have any idea how much I want to rip this dress and fuck you right now, because you looked so damn good?" he continued.

"I'm not kidding Daniel" you said annoyed.

"Who said I'm kidding?" Daniel said as he looked at you right in the eyes.

You chuckled as you hit his chest lightly "You always know how to make me laugh" you said.

"I'm serious though" he insisted.

"Geez, calm your nerves. We have a gathering to attend" you said as you wiped your tears. That's when you finally saw Daniel clearly, he looked so good in a suit "Ah, how come you look even more gorgeous every time I see you? Shall we really ditch this?" you asked.

"What? Are you serious? I'm totally up for it" he said as his eyes grew bigger from excitement. But then he remember how much you wanted to see if you've already forgiven your mom, "Hhh, I really want to just stay here with you, but I think it's better for us to go there, so you can finally move on" he continued.

"I think so too" you agreed. "Hhh. this is suck" you complained.

"But I really am not kidding when I said I want to rip this dress and fuck you though" he whispered to your ear.

"Get out of here you perv! I'll be out in 5 minutes" you said as you rushed him out.

"No way, I'm staying here, so I can peek" Daniel said. "Shit! My tongue slipped" he said in his mind.

"What? So did you peek when I was changing my clothes this morning?" you asked.

"Did you actually believe that I'd let such an opportunity to look at my girlfriend naked slipped?" he asked.

End of Third person P.O.V

"S-s-so you saw me naked?" I asked him as I covered myself with my hands. I felt naked although I was clothed.

"Yes, and I fucking love what I saw. I don't understand why would you say that you look disgusting" he confessed. "I really want you to see what I see" Daniel said as he approached me slowly. I was trembling when he started to strip my dress, until I was just in my underwear.

"Come here" he said as he led me to the front of the mirror. He stood behind me and grabbed my hand to touch the scar on my chest.

"Stop it. Don't you find them disgusting? Girls usually have smooth and flawless body" I asked.

"Where did you get this?" he asked as he ignored what I said and kept caressing my scar.

I told him where did I get the scar and he continued doing that for the rest of the scars that I have.

"Did you listen to yourself? Every one of them has its own story, and they're part of you" he said as he looked at me in the mirror.

I couldn't say anything as I was tearing up.

He turned me to look at him, "They are not disgusting. I know more about you now, thanks to them. You're beautiful, and I love you" he said as he wiped my tears before kissing the scars on my body. I whimpered at the sudden contact.

"Damn it! I think I need to stop here, before I lose my mind. Come on let me help you put on your dress" he said before he kissed my forehead.

After Daniel helped me get dressed, I mustered up a courage to look at myself in the mirror. I felt different. I wasn't completely happy with the way I look yet, but it wasn't as bad as the first time I saw it. Then Daniel put his hands on my stomach from behind and kissed my exposed shoulder.

"Don't you like you? Cause I like you" he said as he looked at me in the mirror.

I tilted my head to look at Daniel, then we smiled as we leaned our heads together.

A/N: In case you're in the same mood as I was in this chapter, I suggest listening to one of the most beautiful songs by Colbie Caillat, Try, which was also my inspiration for this chapter.