Momo stared at Nayeon's reflection in the bathroom mirror, unable to stop from hanging open stupidly in a dazed expression. Life was so much simpler when Nayeon looked as plain as she looked. For one thing, Momo didn't used to feel nearly as self conscious about her own looks, her unstylish black bob and oversized glasses, when the two of them were together.

Momo also never used to have to worry about the amount of time she spent staring at Nayeon's face. But lately, ever since Nayeon's makeover, Momo felt her eyes drifting over to Nayeon's face more and more often, her eyes lingering longer than was polite, her heart fluttering more than was appropriate when looking at a friend.

Momo sighed, the faint noise going unnoticed by Nayeon who was busy fixing her makeup at the next sink, oblivious to the spectacled nerd standing beside her, staring.

If Momo was prettier, she bet Nayeon would notice her, too. She bet Nayeon would fall in love with her, too.

"Nayeon?" Momo asked hesitantly. "Can I borrow your lipstick?"

Nayeon's eyes finally met Momo's in the bathroom mirror. Wordlessly, the older girl closed the dark red lipstick and put it back into her makeup bag. "No."

Momo's already-broken confidence shattered with that simple response. No? Did Nayeon think Momo was so ugly that even make-up wouldn't help?

"Why do you want my lipstick, Momo?"

"...so I can be as beautiful as you," Momo replied.

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