a/n so this isn't a continuation of the story line, just a small drabble thing from Yoongi's POV. ^_^

My pink lips are parted behind my black scarf, my soft breaths slowly ripping the moisture away until they ache in a beautiful red. My eyes are wide, the brown catching the light and expressing emotion to those willing to look. My soft brown hair frames my face, falling prettily on my head. I see someone in front of me.

They have boring black eyes, red dots all over their cheeks like it’s been drawn by a child. His hair is thin and greasy, his face is too big and round. His skin is too pale. His strangely parted mouth and damaged lips create a weird imprint against the scarf around his neck.

He looks like an outcast. Someone who gets ignored, even by the bullies.

His face twists in disgust. His eyes travel down his body, hidden behind his uniform. Short and fat.

I know he’s done this too often. Every morning, as he brushes his hair.. Every morning, as he puts on his uniform. Every morning, when he looks at himself in the mirror.

Every time he remembers who he is, he remembers that he’s revolting.

And so, he becomes someone else.