Someone help me. I REALLY REALLY REALLY NEED A COVER. >.<. Any effort is appreciated!
You sighed as you stared at the TV. There was Kris again. And there were those amazingly pretty and thin girls from SM Entertainment again. And here you were again, sitting at home with your 60 kg self.
Honestly, you weren't flabby at all. You were all muscle, to be exact. But your family just had thick and big bones, which added on to your weight. Plus, you were about a C cup. SO yeah..... a lot of extra weight.
"I'm home." Kris said as he entered the house. You looked up at him.
"Welcome back." you smiled up at him. He plopped down next to you.
"Did you miss me that much?" he asked, putting his arm around you. You only smiled.
"So Kris, which of these lovely ladies is closest to your ideal?" the host asked. Kris looked at the screen, smiling.
"I think that my ideal type is someone who is skinny, feminine, and cute." he said. (I'm making this whole ideal girl thing up. Kris has a different ideal type.) Your mouth dropped open. He had just described the EXACT opposite of you. You were NOT skinny... you were curvier, actually. You were NOT feminine. And you were DEFINITELY. NOT. CUTE.
"So I guess I'd have to say Tiffany-ssi.(I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST ANY OF THE SNSD MEMBERS!!! I SWEAR!!!!)" his cheek tinted pink. Every second you watched made your heart break even more.You felt like it had just shattered.
You felt hot tears well up in your eyes. You didn't stop them from streaming down your face. Kris turned to you.
"Ma Ni! What's the matter?!" he exclaimed, reaching out to dry your tears.
"Go away. Why don't you just go to Tiffany?" you asked through sobs.(Again, nothing against Tiffany.)
"What are you talking about? That interview meant nothing!" he said to you.
"Whatever." you got up and walked to your room, locking the door. You collapsed against it and bawled. Why couldn't you be that skinny girl with the 24-inch waist? You felt your sadness turn into anger. Why was the world so unfair?
"Ma Ni!" Kris pounded on the door.
"Open the door!" he yelled.
"No!" you yelled back. He pounded on it for a few more minutes.
"You know what? This is the worst thing about you! You're so insecure! Wasn't me loving you enough? Why can't you just like yourself like I love you?" he made a tch sound and walked away. You heard the front door open as he walked out.
You looked down at yourself. Why couldn't you just like yourself? What was wrong with you? You weren't fat, you weren't ugly. There wasn't much wrong with you.
You thought back to when you were a kid. You always complained about your nose.
"Look at the bump on it!" you yelled at your grandma. She only smiled.
"Someone is going to love that bump one day." she pinched your pinchable cheeks. You sighed and pouted.
"Only a crazy person would love me." you mumbled.
You raised your hand and felt the bump on your nose. It wasn't even huge, but it was there. That was what used to bother you. But over time, you'd come to love that small bump on the bridge of your nose.
You sighed and opened the door. Just as you did, you saw Kris entering the house, his hands full of snacks. He held them out like a peace offering.
"For you." he said. You laughed and took the snacks from him, placing them on the table. You then turned around and pulled Kris down by the coller of his coat and placed a sweet kiss on his lips.
"Thank you for loving me, Kris. I love you more than you could imagine." you softly said. He was surprised for a moment, but he then encircled his arms around your waist.
"How could I not love someone as amazing as you?" he leaned in and kissed you back. You smiled into the kiss. After a while, you two broke apart.
"Now let's go eat!" you raised a fist into the air. He smiled and held your hand as you walked to the couch.
"You're perfect." he whispered before kissing the top of your head.
