"I changed myself for you, to be the ideal man for you. To hold you close and make love to you like I've always wanted."
In which the joke of the school blooms into a beautiful man in the blink of an eye, all due to one girl who helped him recover f...
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Jimin's POV
I massage my forehead and get up into a sitting position to look at the alarm on my bedside table.
9:32 am.
I groan as I abruptly place my head back on the pillow and look up at the ceiling. It was a Sunday and I had nothing to do except study for a few classes, and that was all I thought of until she came to mind, and so did the conversation we had yesterday.
I seemed to only think about the way she was evidently putting in so much effort to keep the conversation going, her smile not going away for one bit. I did realize that I'm a pain to talk to because of that reason, but it was somehow comforting to see her try so hard, so I tried as well to the best of my ability.
"Yes I'm his girlfriend."
I widened my eyes and ruffled my hair flusteredly as the phrase invaded my mind. I decided to get up before my mind went other places.
I was washing my face in the bathroom before looking up at myself in the mirror.
Fat.
Ugly.
That's all I saw. That's all other people ever saw.
How the hell would someone like Y/n ever like me?
She finds me so pitiful to the point where she feels obligated to help me.
"You're just a fat and hideous excuse of a human being who is either pitied or hated by others." I spoke to myself as I looked in the mirror some more, tears already building up in my eyes.
My cheeks were so bloated that you could barely see my eyes, and they made my lips bigger and uglier than they already were. I couldn't sit down anywhere without being worried of breaking the seat or getting stuck in it; it already happened once and it'll happen again.
"You're gonna get nowhere in life...worthless trash." Tears were now falling down my cheeks.
Every morning was like this, I take one look in the mirror and I start pointing out everything wrong with me. All the fat piled on my body, all the ugly clothes I wore to cover it up, my obnoxious personality; I could always find something to lower my self esteem.
