Rarely he finds him satisfied with himself. He'd gone to the barber, excited to try out a new hair colour and surprise Jimin, his boyfriend, with it. His excitement has taken a deep plunge when Jungkook's eyes had met those of his reflection. As he sat there in that chair waiting for the colour to set in, he found flaw after flaw in himself.

He hated it. It was almost as if he could see words scribbled over himself.

Ugly.

The word that stood out among the cluster of words. His eyes burned with tears and he tuned out to the chaos that stirred behind him. He was hyper aware of his looks. He squirmed uncomfortably in his chair as his eyes met those of another client that sat across him through the body mirror.

Disgusted.

That's what he felt.

Disgusted about himself.

He stared down at his hands.

His phone buzzed and Jimin's message flashed across the screen. Jungkook's heart dropped all of a sudden. Jimin was so ethereal. It seemed unfair that he was stuck with someone like him.

He pulled at his skin till it turned red. His eyes met those of his reflection again.

Paranoid.

He grew paranoid.

He was sure people could see how flawed he was. He wished he looked a little different.

He caught the barber and a client looking at him through the mirror and quickly his eyes flicked back to his hands. He wanted to disappear. He wanted to run away and hide and never show his face ever again.

They're probably laughing at how stupid you look, he told himself and bit his lip. Anxiety grew strong, almost suffocating him. He needed to leave, to be anywhere else but in that room.

The tears threatened to spill as the barber began to wash his hair and made a comment about the colour not being a good choice for him and how it didn't suit him.

Jungkook felt like he was seconds away from bawling. He didn't like it. Everything seemed too much to him. The pressure on his chest diminish. Ten agonizing minutes later, he paid the barber and left as quickly as he could.

03 October, 2022
To be continued