A White Crayon

[PraePanda]

I've never had that many ARMYs who talked to me when we had these events.

They've always talked to Jungkook, or Jimin, or V. But not me.

I was at the end of the table, sitting and watching all the other members talk with fans. One girl finished speaking with Namjoon, heading towards me. I smiled, holding out my hand to say hello.

She walked right past, as if I didn't exist.

That woke me up to reality. I just wasn't good enough; everyone else would always be twice as good as I was. I was worthless.

I hated myself. Why couldn't I just do something useful?

Namjoon saw it. He tried to help me, but he didn't understand how I felt. Not quite.

I'm as useless as a white crayon.

I told this to myself. Over, and over, and over again. It was what I believed in more than anything.

But then it happened.

Today, it's changing. A girl walked right past the other six, and right over to me.

“Kim Seokjin, I'm so excited to meet you! Can I have a photo? Or- Could you sign my album? I'm sorry I'm just… I’ve been waiting to meet you for years! And