Jisung stared at himself in the bathroom mirror, looking over his face.
He may say confidently that he's handsome on camera. He may say that he's pretty. He may say that he's cute. But how much of the truth lies in that sentence?
He grimaced at his acne scars, touching them lightly before tearing his hand away. He tried smiling, only for the smile to fall directly off once he saw his teeth. His eyes run up from his chest to his forehead.
Disgusting.
The thoughts brought tears to his eyes. His hand covered his mouth to cover his cries, even if they weren't so verbal. The loud pants and heaving breaths he took in seemed so much louder than they were.
He continued staring in the mirror even if he hated it. He couldn't take his eyes off of it.
A knock on the door scared him from his thoughts, all actions stopping except a stray tear that slid down his cheekbone.
"Sung, are you in there?" Changbin's voice resonated from behind the wood, frightening the poor boy even more.
He cleared his throat, "Yeah, Bin. Just give me a few seconds to finish up."
Jisung quickly wiped his face before splashing some cold water on it. He couldn't be seen like this. He refused to be seen like this. Especially by Changbin.
After he dried his face, he deemed it good enough to escape the horrors of the mirror. When he opened he door, he was met with his boyfriend leaning against the wall, crossing his arms.
The younger sends a warm, but fake, smile to him before trying to leave to his room. To his demise, Changbin grasped his arm and pulled him back gently.
"Why were you crying, J?" He questions softly, caressing his cheek.
He moves his face from the shorter's touch, "I wasn't crying, what are you talking about?"
His expression drops, knowing that the younger was lying, "what's the matter, sweetheart?"
"Nothing, leave me alone," he says aggressively, pushing past the older.
But he was grabbed once again, turned around and hugged by his favorite person. Changbin's gentle arms made him feel weak.
"Sweets, don't lie to my face. What thoughts were going through your head?"
Jisung sighs, finally wrapping his arms around Bin's torso. He nuzzles his face in his boyfriend's neck, basking in the warmth.
"Jus' insecure again. Don't worry," he mumbles, beginning to get worked up and breathe heavily though nothing had happened.
"Take a deep breath, it's okay. You're okay. You're beautiful, Sung. Your imperfections are stunning, I promise you. You're absolutely incredible, with every little habit you do," he speaks softly, rubbing the back of my neck. "I hate that you can't see what I see. I hate it. You're heavenly, Jisung. An angel."
Jisung stays silent, biting his tongue in hopes to not cry a second time. He continues hugging the older male, grateful that he was there.
"It'll be alright, Sung."
•How was this?
New ships that I'm exploring 😳•
