He Fell For Mr.Ugly

Chimon pov 27-year-old, robot-like mind, no dressing sense, oiled up hair, freckled face, square reading glasses, below average looking, average lifestyle and just above-average dreams. That would a perfect definition of me. My name is Chimon Wachirawit and I am working as a Junior HR Manager in Bombshell Cosmetics' HR department. Initially I was hired because they were short on staff. Since three years they are trying to understand why a person like me is in a cosmetics company. But thanks to my super intelligent mind that allows them to get me help HR and accounts department both effortlessly, they don't throw me away. Although there are only two people who remember my name after three years of working in the same organization. Mr. Beam, my direct manager. And Mr. Anirat, our security guard. Apart from that nobody knows me by my name. They have many other names for me though. Names that are more words to describe me or my personality. Nerd/Dork for obvious reasons. Rhino because of my head-butt personality. I really can't seem to accept bullshit easily. Weirdo because they think I am weird. Well, how do I tell them that I feel the same way about them? And the most common and used name is the one that I feel suits me the best. Mr. Ugly.As I said, in a cosmetics company, I AM ugly. But I really don't care about it. I don't care about anything unnecessary. Like the phone calls of my parents who ask me to get married soon. They are in a village 500 miles away from here, but still they want the power to control my life from there. I don't know why do they feel like someone like me can get married. Honestly, girls turn me down as soon as they see my picture. Don't get me wrong. I haven't tried reaching out anyone. It's my mom who tries this. I have accepted that I am no date material. And so dating and marriage is not for me. So I don't care about all that. And then there are things that matter to me. Like my job. Even if my company wishes to throw me as soon as they can get someone who can replace me, I still do my job with complete dedication. And secondly I care about this guy who is sleeping in the bunk bed below mine.To tell you the truth, he is my roommate. But he is also my only friend. We started living together because we both did not have enough money to rent an entire condo alone. But three years, and now we are used to each other. And he has millions of friends, but still he sticks with me because at times when he is drunk, he calls me his best friend. No...what was that stupid term? BFF. I kicked him in the butt. "Hoy... Mon..." Nanon grunted rubbing his bum. "Let me sleep please. I don't want breakfast." He brushed me off. I rolled my eyes. "But I want!" I snapped. "It's your turn to cook today. And I will get late. Get up!" He looked at me frowning. "You don't love me a bit." "True that." I said and adjusted my tie. From nowhere came a hand that pulled my making me stumble. "You need to change this. How many times do I have to tell you to dress up properly?" Nanon said annoyed and tried to pull out my tie. "Nope." I grimaced and pulled my Tie. "I am fine the way I am. Please don't use this as an excuse. I want breakfast." "Tsk. You never listen to me." He mumbled and scratched his head while heading to washroom.I smiled knowing well that he is saying it all for my sake. But I can't help it. I have heard so much about my looks, I have been criticized so much so far that now I feel that it's better this way. At least my ugly face pisses off those who don't want to see me. And that's my revenge in itself. Also, like Nanon and my family, if someone will care for me truly, they will accept me the way I am. "Yeah? Tonight?" I heard Nanon giggling while talking on phone. I rolled my eyes. He has been dating this model for the media company where he works as a hairstylist. His job started last year and after a month, he told me he is head-over-heels for someone. It was when I saw the picture, I got to know that it's not a female model. But a male model. And honestly, who doesn't know him? He is like the hottest model right now. Ohm Pawat, the rising star.I don't judge him. World has changed and so has the beliefs. You should be with whoever makes you feel right. "Oh... really? Aww." He continued talking while placing the breakfast on the table. I started digging in ignoring the chatter. "Oh? Tell him good luck on my behalf." Nanon said. I huffed and opened my mobile to read news instead. There is no point waiting for him to be free and talk to me. I finished my breakfast and as usual Nanon was still on call. Life is happy. Because it is usual. I am fine until everything is as I predict it to be. The bus, the time, the office atmosphere...everything. "Good morning." I greeted Mr. Anirat and he bowed with a smile in response. I walked in further but stopped in between looking at the crowd. I recognize a few faces but not all. Why is the office gathered here? And then, I saw someone. Someone who looked like he belonged here. In the cosmetics company."Is he a model?" I mumbled. "No, he is the new employee in marketing department. He just came in since then nobody has left him alone. This is the first time in my life that I am seeing someone being greeted like a star on the first day of their job." Mr. Anirat said. "WHAT?" Here, nobody even turns and look at me even if I have been here for three years and this guy... He just came... I don't know why I am feeling instant dislike for him. Because I hate unfairness. I hate the idea of beauty privileges. And I hate that people like us are always invisible because of people like him.