many people would be scarred to see her creation.

     but to her, it's beauty.

     black ink, scratching it back and forth on the page, she misses a few words. but it's okay - artwork was never supposed to be perfect.

     "why are you doing that?" a voice asked.

     "why not? it's my book anyways."

     "the author would be very disappointed by your actions." another sneered.

     "wouldn't they be happy that i'm using their words as art?"

     they gave up, letting her be. she was a freak anyways.

     but seokjin walked past her desk, he saw the singled-out words.

     he smiled, left.