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"jungkook!"
"jeon!"
"oh my holy unicorns, he's here!"
"omg!"
"he's so handsome!"
countless of voices rang as i heard squeals radiate in the campus, the moment i stepped foot. every single one of them, everyday, this group of girls would call me. voices that treat me like a prince among all the savages.
young hearts screaming the words, i love you.
countless of voice ring inside my head, saying that they adore me, that they love me and accept me for who i am but-
isn't it a little bit too forced? a little way exaggerated.
all these attention is not something i seek, but, is these thoughts all inside my head?
true, i wanted to be loved. i wanted to be noticed but—
they only admire my looks.
they only love me for this fucked up pretty face and what I can do. everything. everything is all about my face.
"is there anything he can't do?"
"of course nothing!"
I mumble curse words to myself, unconsciously. they said i was perfect, that i could do anything effortlessly, that i can be anything i want and they wanted to know how.
how i was able to do it, they want to know everything about me.
all of them said they love me. but all of these things terrifies me to the core.
is it just because of my face?
what if it is?
then . . i'd rather not be handsome at all, this sinful face that always caught the eyes of many people. this sinful face is the reason-
the reason for all . . . of my family's misery.
save me, save me from the misery that my face brings in the lives of my loved ones.
