Yunho is your boyfriend. He loved every single little part of you. You were very insecure of your body, especially your stomach. It wasn't completely flat...and that upset you.

One morning, you were in the bathroom, your grey sweater rolled up to under your chest, and your sweats pulled down as you looked at your body, squishing and squeezing your skin.

Yunho walking in, his hair messy and his thin-rimmed glasses on as he just woke up. He saw you and furrowed his eyebrows.

"...what are you doing?"

You explained to him how you thought you were fat, and your body wasn't good enough.

"You aren’t fat, lovely." He reassured you, hugging you from the back.

You doubted him. "Are you sure? Not even a little bit?"

His hands moved back down to your waist, gripping the spot softly. He looked at you with love and affection in his eyes.

"Positive. I've dated plenty of guys and girls before. Nothing is more attractive than someone with some extra fat on their stomach. More to bite and grab onto like this. I'm sure, you're not fat."

His fingers squeezed your skin again, his eyes not leaving yours.