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Park Jimin [Jimin]
Jeon Jungkook[Jungkook]
Kim Namjoon [Rap Monster]
Kim Seokjin [Jin]
Min Yoongi [Suga]
Jung Hoseok [J-Hope]
Kim Taehyung [V]
Here's a story for all the self-conscious girls out there. The ones who have a perfect friend and always comparing themselves to other. For the girls who believe they should change themselves for someone they like or to be liked.
For the girls who think they aren't worthy, this story is to show you are. To show that no matter how you look, act, or talk— you are perfect. Someone loves you for who you are. You don't need to hurt yourself or your body to be good enough because you are right now.
You don't have to act like someone else to gain people's attention. Just be you because you are absolutely perfect. You are wanted, needed, and loved. You are important and just as great as the girl or guy you think is perfect.
ALWAYS YOU
Word Count: 1254 Story Type: [ Cute/Sad/Reflection/Conscious/Anxiety/Romance ]
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She was a party girl, always with the right crowds, always laughing and having fun.
She was addicting to everyone— girls wanted to hang with her, guys wanted to get with her. She didn't follow the rules but had boundaries and standards. She was what every guy dreamed of.
Perfect curves, skinny as could be. Long and narrow face with wide bright eyes.
And she was your best friend.
The girl who stayed up late on night drives with cute boys— the girl who talked about all the guys she has kissed, or the boy who couldn't stop texting her.
You wanted to be her.
Staring at your phone, you watched the black screen with pitiful eyes. Like some comedy, your phone was completely dead— filled with nothing but recent text from your parents. There was no messages from boys, no likes on your recent photo, no one calling you to hang out.
You sat outside some party that you asked your best friend to take you to— to try and be like her. But once you saw the crazy atmosphere of inside— the grinding bodies and smell of alcohol, you wanted nothing more to leave.
But you wanted to be noticed for once.
Now you were left with a cup filled with strong alcohol you couldn't force yourself to drink and cold atmosphere as the wind have you goosebumps on your exposed legs and shoulders.
You felt sick to your stomach, like a fool who just played themselves. What did you expect from coming here? That you would instantly become popular and liked like her? You felt stupid and wanted nothing but to go home and cry.
