She’s not the kind of girl who turns heads. Every morning, she leaves with her hair tied up messily and her favorite hoodie that’s already a little faded. On campus, at work, everywhere, she’s just that girl. The ordinary one. Not the one people look for. Not the one they talk about.

But lately, her eyes keep catching the same sight over and over again: other girls. The ones who always look flawless, with sharp eyeliner and outfits straight out of fashion ads. And somehow, every time she sees them, there’s this tiny ache inside, a mix of envy, admiration, and the wish to be like that too.

At first, she tried to brush it off. But the longer it went on, the stronger that urge became. Until one night, she stood in front of her mirror, opened a makeup tutorial on her phone, and started trying things one by one. Foundation, blush, lip tint. Her hands trembled, the result was messy, but for the first time, she smiled at her own reflection.

Slowly, the change wasn’t just on her face. She started picking clothes she actually liked, not just the comfy ones. She walked a little taller, spoke a little more confidently.

Not because she wanted to become someone else, but because she finally realized she just needed a little courage to love herself.

Now people actually turn their heads when she walks by. Not because they know her, but because of her new energy—calmer, surer, brighter somehow. And for a moment, she thought things would finally get easier. Until she met him.

Mingyu. The word annoying doesn’t even begin to cover it.

He didn’t stare. Didn’t freeze. Didn’t even look impressed. At their first meeting, all he said was, “So… you just came from a makeup contest or something?” His tone was casual, but there was that teasing edge that made her blood boil.

She blinked at him, expression flat. “Wow. Funny. You practicing to be a clown?”

“Nope,” he replied quickly, that smug smile still on his face. “Just wondering why your cheeks look kinda gradient. Thought it was a sunburn.”

She sighed. “It’s blush, genius.” “Ah,” he nodded, pretending to understand. “I see. Thought it was an allergy.”

She walked away, pretending not to care, even though her heart was beating faster, from irritation, embarrassment, or something else she didn’t want to name.

But after that day, Mingyu kept showing up. In the hallway, in the parking lot, at the café where she usually studied. Always with that same lazy grin, always saying something stupid that drove her insane.

Until one afternoon. She was waiting for her drink at the vending machine when that familiar voice spoke again from behind her.

He squinted a little, pretending to study her face. “Your powder’s uneven.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m serious,” he said, pointing at his own temple like he was demonstrating. “Here, let me fix it for you. I’ll make sure everything’s evenly blended.”

She almost yelled at him, but what came out was just an exasperated sigh. “That’s contour, Mingyu. But of course, you wouldn’t know anything beyond dumbbells and protein shakes.”

That smirk appeared again. “Well, at least I don’t need makeup to look good.”

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