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"Who was that?"
He asked closing the door shut as I slump down the couch and drop the bags down. I massage my head trying to process what just happened.
"I don't know. He said he's Kim Taehyung so"
He sat on the couch with me after a long day. It's currently 4 o'clock. We've been there for too long and have enough stuff that made me broke.
"Welp, I'm going home now. See you at work tomorrow" He said getting up and pick up the things that he bought. He waves at me and I wave back still passed out on the couch.
The door closes and I lift my head up looking at the door completely shut. I groan and lean down to remove my pastel pink block heels. As I remove it from my feet I see bruises on both of my ankle joint because I tied it too tight.
I sigh finally having some space and the last thing I want to remove is my bra. I walk moving my head in a circular motion and it cracks as I hold my neck.
I walk straight in the bathroom because I feel uncomfortable and sticky. I turn on the lights and went inside as I close the door behind.
I sigh walking to the small counter with a few makeup products that I own and some skincare products. I look at the mirror and place my hand on the the edge of the sink. I look at my face and think how come could I be so ugly?
Everyday that's the first question I always ask to myself. I hate bringing myself down but I just can't help it. My self confidence and esteem are already low. It all started when I was on high school my family move into another city in Korea and everything changed so much, of course.
The streets, the people, the atmosphere almost everything even my mom and dad. They're both business minded. My mom moved me into a new school in town which I have to adjust again because I'm new. All the girls there is so beautiful and intelligent.
The first day of school was okay but then few days passed everyone starts calling me names, bumping into me and every that could make me feel insecure and down. I couldn't tell my parents because they're barely home but I have to deal with it my whole high school life and then it kept being on my mind like that question is burried in my mind.
I was one of the intelligent students in that school but without a pretty face and sometimes I just really wish that puberty could hit me hard like a truck.
