The world is filled with maybes.

Maybe, I will accept my reality. Maybe the world would accept me as I am. Maybe I will be free and I will do whatever I want to do, run, fly, scream. I am me. I am someone who could be loved too. Only if maybe my life wasn’t mine.

That was who you were before you meet him. Before you meet Jungkook. Your uncertainty, your confusion were getting the best out of you and maybes didn’t end.

He was a maybe in your life too.

He was your company CEO’s son who always visited the firm from time to time or when his father calls him over for meetings. However, Jungkook wasn’t just an ordinary heir who would take over the company that gained billions in a year after his father. He was also one of the most famous singers, producers, and songwriters. He was a star that leaves magical specks of dust behind him as a trace of his presence when he passed by.

A maybe wasn’t even an option.

But maybe, maybe he would notice you someday. Even if you were the dullest and the ugliest employee of the month. Yes, they gave you an official title and it was everywhere where anyone and everyone could see. What a humiliation. Your face reddened as you saw the announcement banner with your face as ugly as ever, black rounded big glasses, pale and dry skin, crooked teeth, and big hair like lions with freckles on every spot of your face. In big bold italic font your title “the dullest and the ugliest employee of the month”

Slow. Ugly. Stupid Greenie. Dull. All these names you had gained for the past month as you started working here.

Your heart slowed at the realization that all the employees got a notice that the heir would be visiting today. He is going to see it. Panic started to creep into your heart. Your blood pressure dropped and your sugar level decreased. You felt like the world is spinning. Your maybes, your fantasy were dissolving like a big cloud that was destroyed by the strong wind. You wanted to hide before Jungkook could see it.

With shaky hands, you reached forward to the frame as you pulled into it, trying to detach it from the banner. But it was firmly attached to the announcement board. It wouldn’t loosen up at all.

“What are you doing?”

Your heart dropped at the familiar voice. it was too late. A lump formed at the back of your throat as your arms dropped by your side. Hurried, you stepped backward away from the board and stared at the ground. Your dying heart was now beating so fast, you could hear it in your ears. You wondered if people around you could hear it as loud as you do.

“Why are you destroying the company properties?” He stopped before you. All you could see through your big hair that was falling all over your eyes was his black shining shoes. You wouldn’t dare to look up at his face. You wouldn’t dare to see the disgust in his eyes.

“I am really sorry.” You murmured more to yourself than to anyone. you were sorry that you were ugly and you were sorry to only hanging on maybes and uncertainties.

You felt him looking at the announcement board. You knew he was looking because his feet tilted a little to the right and he was no longer talking. You felt picking at the back of your eyes tears were forming but you wouldn’t cry. you didn’t want another name for you to be added to that long list.

“Is that you? You were trying to remove that picture of you with the title, weren’t you?”

You nodded, in shame. “I am sorry for causing trouble. I just wanted to get it down.”

“Ms. Y/N, Please look at me.” Your eyes widened as you heard him calling you. almost forgot it was attached to the most shameful title anyone could gain in their workplace. That and that it was attached to your shirt like any employee in the company.

You gulped hard as you looked up at him. Your heart leaped and butterflies fill your stomach. He was taller than you. So handsome, clean and smooth skin, tidy hair; he pulled it backward, showing his forehead. He was beautiful. He had a warm smile over his face, his hands were stretched out towards you.

So he wasn’t only handsome but he was also kind and amazing and wonderful and the most--

You were about to reach for his hand when his smile twisted and turned into the devilish smirk you had ever seen. He pulled his hand right away as he looked at the other employees that were watching.

“This, everyone, teach us about how important an employee's appearance should be. This is a clear example of what trash looks like. I don’t even know how did you pass your interview.” He shook his head, his eyes were full of disgust. “You, Miss ugly and dull, I will not bear that my company reputation would go down because of you. If you ever want to stay in this company, don’t make it into this board again. I can’t bear looking at you, do you even shower?”

At that moment, at this exact moment, you felt it.

Your heart tore open. You could feel I hear it. All you had to do was nodding hopelessly, shamefully.

At this exact moment, your last hope of maybes was over.

Your silly crush was over.

You were over.

It was known if Jungkook put any employee in his mind. He wouldn’t last two weeks until he resigned. Jungkook now knew your name. Not in the way you hoped he would know at all. He stared at your employee ID for too long probably memorizing her ID number.

It was over for you.

He was right you are --

~~

“A trash.” You screamed into your pillow. “I am trash, Momo. He said I was an example of what trash looked like.”

Momo, she was your roommate and your cousin. You had been living with her ever since you moved to Seoul alone to enter college there. Your mother disagreed to let you go until Momo told her she would let you live with her and that there was nothing to worry about.

“What huge trash.”

“I know.” You frowned, as you stared at the ceiling.

“Not you, silly. I mean him. What trash! How could he say that about you? Plus, how could you call you ugly. You aren’t ugly.”

“I am ugly, Momo. It’s a fact I have to live with it.”

“No, no, no.” Momo threw a pillow at you. “I told you many times don’t let people lead you wrong. There is no standard of beauty Y/N and me... I see how beautiful you are. You have the most wonderful eyes. I am really jealous of how big and pretty they are.”

You couldn’t help but blush even though you weren’t so sure if having big eyes was something good or would it complete the monstrous look you already had.

“So now, get your up. You are going to a party with me today and I am going to make you look like a queen.” Momo was already pulling you out of the bed as she was talking.

You really weren’t in the mood to go, but you couldn’t say no to Momo. It is hard to say no to Momo. if you tried to say no, she would list all the things she was doing for you, plus she was good at persuading people.

“Now, go wash your hair, I want to straighten it first and then I will do your make up and yes, you don’t need your glasses I will get you eye contact on our way home.”

“But I can’t see without them.” You protested. without your glasses, you were just a blink woman with hazy eyesight. “Please I can’t walk without them.”

“I will not leave your side don’t worry.” She smiled, but you couldn’t trust her at all. yet, you could say no once again.

~~

You felt so silly with figure hugged dress you were wearing, your straight hair and high heels. Somehow, you managed to sneak out the glasses and put them in your bag. Momo saw you and warned that if you wore them, you would lose every opportunity to get a guy that you have found silly.

You weren’t going for guys. Humph. Who goes to party for guys—

All the guys at the party were so hot and so handsome. How did you know? Because Momo wouldn’t stop pinching your arm. She was so excited, jumping up and down to the music. And just as you had expected. She ran toward her friends leaving standing alone, and blind.

Everything was just dots of light twinkling before your eyes. You couldn’t recognize faces and you couldn’t find your way in.

“Would like a drink?” A waiter, you had guessed, offered you.

“Excuse me… sir.” You started, feeling like a lost poppy who couldn’t find his owner. “Can you take me somewhere less crowded? Maybe somewhere with chairs? I don’t have eye contact and my eyes are not the best.”

“Of course, I can take you.” The waiter said, softer this time.

Blindly, you reached for his hands but touched his abs instead. And Oh my god, this waiter worked hard at the gym. “I am so sorry; I was only looking for your hands.”

“It’s fine.” A soft chuckle filled your ears as well as your heart. Something very familiar about his voice made your heart skip a beat.

As he took you to a seat, you felt the waiter taking the seat next to you. “We are in the bar. Just so that you know.” He said, softly.

“Oh! Thank you.” You said nervously. You were so uncomfortable without your glasses. Momo had warned you multiple times not to wear them around boys. Why did he have to sit next to you? Did he have anything to do? Offer drinks to other people. “Shouldn’t…”

“What?” You felt him leaning closer to you. Probably because your voice wasn’t as high as the music.

“Shouldn’t you be working now?” You said louder.

“Working?” He laughed so much; you couldn’t help but frown in confusion.

“Aren’t you the waiter here?”

“No.” He said you could hear the smile in his voice. You were grateful for your big hair. It blinded you most of your life, and you weren’t the kind to look at people’s eyes. So you knew well, how to read people for their voice tone.

“Then who are you? I am so sorry to bother you.”

“Do you apologize every time you do something? I wanted to help you because you are such a pretty lady and you looked so confused and lost. I guess parties aren’t your style.”

“My bed is so much like my style.” He laughed and you liked it when someone laughed at your jokes. It makes you feel relevant for once. “Thank you for calling me pretty. No one had ever told me that.”

“Are they blind? Because you are one of the prettiest girls here. Even though you can’t see it but everyone is staring at you.”

“You are lying. Did Momo ask you to do this? Because this is a silly joke. No one is staring at me. No one will ever do that.” You shook your head. This boy is either so strange or he was just messing around with her.

“What do you want to drink, honey?”

Did he just call you honey? You almost scoffed but stopped yourself from embarrassment once again. Well, ugly people receive bad treatment after saying the truth. Always. Because they were ugly. And ugly had no right to speak their mind or disgust. because they were disgusting people.

“You think I am being creepy, don’t you?”

“Well, you haven’t introduced yourself, yet you ask me for a drink. Plus, I really don’t have any other option but stay here since I have sight crises right now and I didn’t remember asking you to join me in my little time here.”

“My name is K. I will let you call me K since you are pretty. My friends call me that. I hate it sometimes, but I will not hate it when you call me that.” He chuckled to himself, proud of what he just said. “And ask me to join you. Honestly, it’s a waste that you can’t see my face right now, but if you do would faint from how handsome I am.”

“Woah, so confident.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “You remind me of someone. Someone who had treated me badly today and called me ugly. Except, you now are calling me pretty and I think you are the weird one and not him”

“Well, only trash people do that especially if you are so beautiful. I wonder if they are blind.” K took a deep breath. “Now that I have introduced myself, will you have a drink with me?”

“Only because you are nice.”

~~

You felt like rotting meat. You were dying or else you will not have this much pain in your head.

You tried to open your eyes slowly, trying to see around you. Reaching for your bag where you remember you had last put your glasses in, you put them on and blinked. A vomit was forming at the back of your throat, you couldn’t not to run to the bathroom and fell on your knees, emptying everything in your stomach. Only that there was nothing left, and you were just in pain all over your body. And agony. You felt like . Everything was spinning and your head was killing you.

After gaining a few strengths, minutes later, it allowed you to stand on your feet and go to the sink to wash your face and your mouth with some freshwater.

No alcohol again. it’s the nth reminder you added in your brain. No parties again.

Now that you had your glasses back on. You could see yourself in the mirror. And you were ?!!

Your mouth dropped as well as your heart.

What the hell happened yesterday?

The last thing you remember was that guy K that offered you drinks. And you got drunk. And then you remembered some scenes that didn’t make any, any, any sense. K kissing you and you kissing him back.

Oh god, where were you?

Now that you are a little bit soberer and not blind, this bathroom is not yours. How the hell did you know where it was? More importantly whose, the hell, bathroom was that?

Sneaking back slowly to the bedroom, you tried so hard not to make any sound as you collect your clothes from the ground. You were in shook. You just lost your ity over a couple of glass of alcohol. This was so bad; your mother would kill you if she knew.

You were scared to look at the guy who you slept with. What if he lied to you and he wasn’t as handsome as he said? What if he just lied about you being pretty, just to get you in his bed? It was so bad enough that you were shaking. Your stomach felt so tight. You wanted to empty it again.

When you found everything, you were about to go out. That’s when you remembered you forgot your phone.

Where was it? You looked everywhere, but never close to the body that was sleeping on the same bed you were sleeping on just a few minutes ago.

You didn’t want to go over there. You didn’t want to see who K was. You really wished your phone wasn’t over there on the nightstand next to his side of the bed. Walking on your toes, you reached your phone safely, trying so hard, not to even glimpse on K.

As you turned to walk away and forever, a hand clenched on your wrist. You jumped in surprise as you had no other choice but to look at K and this was when you started to scream.

And maybes wasn’t over after all.