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2There was a long sigh at the end of your lips. You didn’t want to show it and you didn’t want to bother Saeran with this because you knew that he had a similar problem with his own perception of his body.
But, it was one of those days where you really couldn’t look at yourself in the mirror without frowning.
Society had a way of making people feel bad if they didn’t fit into the tiny script that they created for women, and not a day had gone by since you had heard someone make an opinion about your body and your right to exist just because you weren’t slender.
There were days where you felt good in your skin, but then there were days like today, where when you saw yourself, you could feel yourself biting your tongue and hiding the discomfort. This was your lifelong struggle to learn to love your body for what it was and not hate it for what others wanted it to be.
Why couldn’t it be easier?
Why couldn’t you just get past it?
You knew that you couldn’t kick yourself for this forever, because you knew that that wasn’t going to help you. It was only going to make you more frustrated at the world and yourself at large. You turned away from the mirror and let your shirt hang back over your body, tucking your jacket on not long after that with a sigh.
Seven wasn’t around, but he sure kept the temperature in this place set to arctic blast. It reminded you faintly of the workroom that Saeran had been trapped in for so long... something about the cold keeping them awake when they needed to work for hours.
You were just going to ignore the feeling and try to focus on your day, but you caught Saeran looking at you from the doorway. When had he gotten there, or had he been there the entire time?
“You’re doing it again,” he said, simply. He never missed the point, you knew that he never beat around the bush when it came to things. He was more direct with his thoughts these days because he could focus on a singular thought. His frown was there but it seemed more concerned than upset.
You both knew the answer to that.
Saeran crossed the room and took ahold of your hands that had gone over your chest defensively. You looked away from him but he didn’t let go of you for one single second. “Y/N, you know that I love you, right?”
“Yes, darling,” you replied, automatically.
“I love everything about you,” he said, mindful of his words as his voice lulled you to look back at him. “Every single thing, even the things that you don’t love about yourself. I know that... I know that you get worried that I... that I won’t love you because of something contrived as appearance, but my love for you was never about that. It was about your smile... your kindness.”
You met his gaze, heart sputtering against your ribs as his small smile warned you that he was serious. Saeran had his moments, and his honesty had only been able to grow because of his confidence. He stood so much taller than he had back at Magenta now.
Sometimes, you just wished that you could give him that same feeling.
“And when I see every single curve you have, every stretch mark, every little spot that you can’t stand... it shows me that you’ve been able to live a good life and that you’ve never gone without a meal,” he brushed back some stray hair from your face. “I know it’s easier said than to get past these feelings, but I hope you remember whenever you’re looking at yourself, that I want to be with you no matter what you look like.”
“Saeran...” you murmured.
“Sometimes,” he continued, looking down. “Sometimes I worry about how you must feel about being seen with me... I’m too small, and I know people often do stare because more bones show than they really should... and in comparison to you, well, you’re the beautiful one.”
You caught his hand as it rested against your cheek. “No, Saeran. If I’m beautiful, then you’re beautiful... let’s... let’s not be thinking that we’re not good enough for each other, okay? Maybe if we both start... trying to look at it like that, it’ll be a little easier. I love you for your kindness, and your dedication, Saeran, I never once thought about you like that.”
He smiled at you. “We can work on this... together.”
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