I became a Prince Charmin (1/1)

I am born ugly, really ugly you could say. Small eyes with single eyelids, a flat button nose with no apparent bridge, upper lips so thin it seems like i have none, a jawline so vaguely defined it seems like my face just merges with my neck. These qualities all define me, the hideous me. This world is a fucked up place. Everyone's a hypocrite. "Dont judge a person by his/her appearance" as they always say, but who doesnt. Only the good looking dudes are popular, well liked and treated like a human. The ugly ones just dont get the same privilege. I always thought I could become well liked as long as I treat others with sincerity and a genuine heart. But I was wrong, really wrong. No matter how good I am to others, I just never earn their favourtism. Reason being, I am ugly. No matter how hard I try, I just get kicked aside by others.Ive never felt happy ever since Im promoted to high school, when everyone is in their adolescence age and appearance is the only aspect of you people judge you by, sadly. Well, its not like I chose to be ugly...I always envy the kingkas in my school. You know, those kingkas are all the incredibly good looking guys.Practically all the girls in the school are mesmerized by them, or rather, their appearance. They get all the girls all the time. My mom always asks me to be confident of myself, regardless of my appearance, but how? Ive tried confessing to a girl I had a crush on, but guess what her reaction was? She just laughed it off and told all her bitch friends about it out of fun, to spite me. The news spread like wildfire and soon the whole school started isolating me, making me the outcast.I was really depressed. I hated myself. Its not my fault that I was born ugly. I tried consulting a plastic surgeon to get my entire face fixed, but nothing seems to be going my way. The doctor coldly told me that my skin is too thick so my nose could not be raised. Apart from that, due to my thick skin, fixing other facial features would not be an easy job too. I was at my wits end so i decided to turn to plastic surgery to get a new face. But it seems like nothing is working out for me. I am destinied to be ugly for life, to be outcasted for life because of my looks.I know very well that Im ugly, but well, I still do put effort into taking care of my appearance.One night, I came back from school late. After I took my shower, I followed my usual routine of using a facial mask. "With hydrolysed collagen and other precious minerals and active enzymes, this maks sheet seeks to restore luster in your dull skin and also helps to firm your tired skin. Especially recommended for those who seeks to achieve a V-shaped radiant face" as the mask sheet says. I tore open the packaging and stiuck the mask sheet on my face, hoping the maks sheet is as good as it says. Well, I do hope it could improve my appearance, by giving me the V shaped face all koreans lust after.I was really tired, so I fell asleep while having the mask sheet on. My grandmother had always told me not to have anything on my face when I sleep because the elderly believe that when we sleep, our souls leave our bodies to "play", as she says. They return to our bodies by recignising our faces, so rightfully, if our face is beyond recognition, by means of putting on a facial mask or too much make up or whatever other reasons, we would perish in our dreams because our souls cannot return to our bodies. This had always beem a myth to me. I dont know whether to believe it or not, but trust me, I really didnt fall asleep on purpose, I didnt doze off with a facial mask on my face to see it the myth is true or just a superstitious saying.But on that night, something I never thought of happened. Not that the facial mask really fulfilled its promise to an extent that would shock me greatly, not that I did not perish in my dream, but rather, I entered someone else's body.The next morning, when I recalled about how I dozed off the previous night, I jolted out of my bed, trying to remove the facical mask from my face frantically. But as my fingers came into contact with the skin on my face, there was no facial mask at all. "Thats impossible." I thought to myself. My parents have gone overseas for a business trip, so no one could have taken the facial mask off my face yesterday. I searched my bed for the mask and this time, I really got a huge shock. "Oh. My. God. This isnt my bed at all!" Then I saw my fingers. I gasped, losing my breath. "Thses are not my fingers!" I shrieked. "That's not even my voice! What exactly happened?!?!" I looked around frenziedly, only to see a guy on another bed. *Oh my god. Who is that.....* I was getting real nervous. I secretly crept over to that guy's bed and lifted the blanket. He is soooo good looking, almost like a vampire. His skin is so pale, and his facial features are so well proportioned. As i took a closer look at him, his eyes started to open lazily. I was jolted out of my skin. "Suho Hyung ah, why are you looking at me like this?" he murmured.I suddenly recalled. that handsome guy is Sehun. Oh Sehun from Exo K....Wait. What did he just call me? Suho Hyung??!! I rushed to the bathroom and my jaws dropped. My originally small eyes which appeared as slits rather than eyes were now replaced by a pretty pair of eyes that seems larger. My flat button nose is no longer flat. It is well defined and sharp. I examined my side profile, looking intently into the mirror. *So handsome...*, I thought to myself. I suddenly understood what had happened. I realised my soul has entered Suho's body. But I was really happy, really excited. Because it felt like I got a whole new body. Ive finally become handsome. It felt so great that I cant explain with mere words.