When you confess that he's more beautiful that you.
You stood in front of the mirror, the harsh light casting unforgiving shadows across your face. Your hand absentmindedly rubbed your stomach, fingers tracing over the curves and contours that you so often wished were different. Insecurities gnawed at your confidence, whispering cruel words that echoed in the recesses of your mind.
Lost in your own thoughts, you didn't notice Heeseung enter the room until he paused in the doorway, his gaze fixed on you. Quickly, you covered your stomach, feeling exposed and vulnerable under his scrutiny.
"What are you doing?" Heeseung asked, his voice gentle yet filled with concern.
You shrugged, trying to brush off his question. "Nothing, just... looking at myself," you mumbled, avoiding his gaze.
Heeseung took a step closer, his brow furrowing with worry. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, reaching out to touch your arm.
You flinched away instinctively, the weight of your insecurities pressing down on you. "I'm fine," you replied tersely, moving away from him.
He followed, his voice gentle but persistent. "Y/N, talk to me. I can see that something's bothering you."
You felt a surge of frustration bubble up inside you, fueled by the hurtful comments and self-doubt that plagued your mind. "You wouldn't understand," you snapped, your words sharper than intended.
Heeseung's expression softened, his eyes filled with understanding. "Is this about the hate comments again?" he asked gently.
You felt a wave of resentment wash over you. "Of course it is," you retorted bitterly. "But you wouldn't know anything about that, would you? Because you're perfect, Heeseung. More beautiful than me, more talented than me. You don't have to deal with any of this."
As soon as the words left your mouth, you regretted them, the weight of your confession hitting you like a ton of bricks. You covered your mouth in horror, tears welling up in your eyes as you turned and fled to the kitchen, seeking refuge from the turmoil of your emotions.
To your surprise, Heeseung followed, his footsteps echoing softly against the tile floor. He found you sitting on the ground behind a chair, your shoulders shaking with silent sobs. With a soft chuckle, he crouched down beside you, his hand reaching out to gently brush the tears from your cheeks.
"Oh, Y/N," he murmured, his voice filled with tenderness. "You really think that?"
You nodded, unable to meet his gaze, feeling small and vulnerable under his unwavering scrutiny.
He gently tilted your chin up, forcing you to look at him. "Listen to me," he said earnestly. "You are the most beautiful person I've ever met. Inside and out."
You shook your head, feeling the weight of his words settle into your heart. "But you..."
He silenced you with a soft kiss, his lips gentle against yours. "I mean it," he said, his eyes locking with yours. "You are perfect just the way you are. And I love you more than anything."
His words washed over you like a soothing balm, easing the ache of your insecurities and filling you with a warmth you hadn't felt in a long time. With a shaky breath, you leaned into his embrace, letting his love envelop you and chase away the shadows of doubt that had clouded your mind.
"I love you too, Heeseung," you whispered, feeling a sense of peace settle over you as he held you close, his presence a constant reminder that you were loved unconditionally, flaws and all.
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