You were always told you’re unlovable, hard to like, hard to even bear being around, your parents, friends, family, all told you so, your exes all admitted to only using you for your body, you were scarred.

One day, you met Minho, though your brain wouldn’t even dare to trust him, you knew you had a connection with him, something much more than just a physical one.

He would shower you with compliments you wouldn’t accept, physical affection you didn’t give in to, and love you never dared to reciprocate, being too scared to get attached to him.

You didn’t know what you were at this point with him, a friend? Crush? His partner? Just a human that he wanted to fix? Or just someone he’d gotten unhealthily attached to?

Today, he called you out to the park, you reached and sat on a bench, waiting for him, when you saw him walking to you, all smiley.

He sat down next to you and started talking about his day and other stuff.

After a while, he started talking about one of his exes, when you got this urge to ask him something,

“Minho, am I really that unlovable? you asked, looking down and fidgeting with your hands.