Sick With Perfection
Description
Rich.
She was the from the Jung family, after all.
Gorgeous.
Dark brown locks, dark brown eyes, porcelain skin. Doesn't sound like much, but don't judge before you've seen her. She was downright beautiful.
Cold.
Her glare was rumoured to be able to freeze anything. Sounds impossible? Go meet her in person. they say.
Three of the most accurate words that can be used to describe Krystal Jung. No surprise there, since she's from the well-known Jung family. A family with two sisters, and she was the younger one. The older sister, Jessica, was almost the same as her, just one less problem as compared to Krystal.
One less unsolvable problem.
Why, yes, Krystal had a problem. She was sick. Sick with perfection. Sick with the urge to make things symmertrical. Symmetry was her weakness. Her fingers itched to make things perfect, make them symmetrical, make them acceptable.
It haunted her life.
Then again, she couldn't make everything symmetrical, could she?
[Of course]
Foreword
Warning: This story contains some content that implies mental illnesses (namely OCD). If you're not comfortable reading that kind of stuff, sorry but you won't like this(!!)
Edit was done by me
A/N:
First oneshot of my life. Read about OCD online and yep, writing about it. Yes, I know, i have another fanfic that i haven't updated T_T but the urge to write this was really unexplainable.
Will probably update the only (and final) chapter later! Do leave a comment after you've read about your thoughts, would love to hear, really (:
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