𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚢 | 𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗

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"...do you think I'm ugly?" The mere whisper of the brunette in Minhos arms his ears just barely pick in it up in the quiet room.

"Why would you even ask such a thing? Of course I dont" The older asked like he was being ridiculous.

"Because it's true," Jisung sat up and pushed Minhos arms away from his body, moving to the other end of the bed.

"Ji, what are you doing? What's wrong?" Minho tried to make his way over to the small boy who was balled up and trying to be as tiny as possible.

Trying to reach his hand out, jisung smacked it away.

"What has gotten into you..?" Minho wondered out loud.

The heartbroken eyes that stared back at Minho were heartbroken, mere seconds from breaking. They looked as if they held so much pain. It was said because if only jisung could see him through his eyes, he was beautiful. He was someone that God had put so much time into, perfecting into someone who was made just for Minho. He was like the olders missing puzzle piece with the way that his body molded so perfectly with his own.

"How can I be pretty when I'm next to you..?" Jisungs voice was so broken

"Baby, you are beautiful..," Minho cupped the boys cheeks in his hands "you are truly the most amazing, pretty boy I have ever had in my life. nothing compares to you in any sort of way"

Jisung just sniffled, truly feeling like Minho out shined him. It wasn't jealousy even though you might think, it was envy for high metabolism. In some sort of way, it feels like nobody could look in the mirror and say that they think they're pretty. There's always that one flaw, that one blemish, that one piece of hair that won't stay in place, there's always that one thing you don't like about yourself. Whether it be your hips, your stomach, your arms. For jisung, it was all of that. He hated the way that his hips curved almost to the point where they were feminine, the way his stomach poked past his jeans when he sat down, the way he would look too fat for some shirts so they were stuffed in the back of his closet. It was fucking painful whenever jisung saw a mirror because it just instantly made him compare himself to the person standing beside him, feeling as if he wasn't good enough or pretty enough for his boyfriend.

"You're not turned off by my belly?" Minho chuckled at the adorable pout on his face as he said it and pecked his lips lovingly so he knew he was here. So he knew he was present.

"If anything it's my favorite part about you, ji. I love the way I don't have to worry about you not eating because I know how much you love your snackies.. I love seeing you so healthy it makes me proud," Minho wanted him to understand how beautiful he was.

Minho generally preferred his significant others to have a bit of extra weight because he was a worrier. He even still worried about jisung even though he knew the boy always had a bag of chips or chocolate hidden somewhere. It made him smile whenever he would find random candy wrappers in the trash or find chips hidden in the sheets when jisung would hide them out of embarrassment.

Truly jisung wasn't even fat. He did carry some weight in his tummy but it wasn't a dramatic weight. You couldn't tell if he wore shirts that were a bit tighter on him even though he would refuse. Minho had tried to get him to take off his shirts during sex because he wanted to show jisung how much he loved him. Not his body but the boy he was. If Minho was truly being honest, jisung was so sexy with everything his did, but it did make him sad that even when they were intimate jisung still didn't trust him enough to see him with his shirt off. It was a lot for the boy to show off his top half.

"I'm sorry..," The boy said sadly, only slightly believing his boyfriend.

"Hey, don't apologize for being insecure.. I know you're trying but just know that I love you either way okay? Even if I had to roll you around like a snow ball I would still kiss you the same and I'd still love you the same nothing would change"

Jisung pondered this for a second before throwing himself at Minho and tackling him in a hug. He snuggled his face into the boys neck, both of them holding him so tight.

It was a moment of love, kindness and tenderness. All they showed was how much they loved and appreciated each other.

These were the moments that jisung was most thankful for Minho. The ones where he put him back together and made him feel like he mattered. Ones where he made him feel like a small kiss could make him cry. They were ones where it didn't matter what roles they played in the sheets or what person took what, it was just jisung and Minho. They were there, being a good boyfriend to the other when nobody else was there. It was what they did, cared for each other no matter what.

They were happy, in love.

"I love you jisung," Minho said it first..

"I love you too Minho"

That's how they stayed for a while, Minho holding his baby tightly while slipping his hand up the back of jisungs shirt and rubbing his back. Of course the boy squirmed and he resulted in scratching it above his shirt in comforting patterns. Jisung just laid there on his boyfriend, appreciating and silently thanking the boy beneath him for making everything seem okay again. For making everything be just fine as long as those arms were around him.

It was comfort.. It was love.