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BACKGROUND
They called him "the dream everyone's dreaming of" — Jeon Seojin. Model-turned-business mogul. A man with a smile that could stop time and a heart so good, it felt unreal. Smart, respectful, kind, gentle — the kind who holds doors, remembers birthdays, and talks about his wife like she’s the only thing that makes his world turn. And her? She was just her. No tragic past, no golden spotlight. Just a normal girl with average grades, average face, average life. No one expected them to last, not when the world was filled with women who sparkled and shined, who knew how to pose and flirt and fit the frame that a man like him “should” belong with.
But then again — no one loved like Seojin did. He didn’t fall for perfection. He fell for her. For the way her nose scrunched when she was annoyed, for the way she got awkward when complimented, for the softness of her voice when she talked to stray cats and the fire in her eyes when she stood up for someone. And once he fell, he never stopped.
The soft hum of his guitar filled the quiet night, and the fairy lights strung across their balcony flickered like stars trying to get closer to them. You sat curled on a chair, hoodie two sizes too big — his, of course — hair messy, no makeup, no fancy dress, just the most unfiltered version of you. And still, Seojin looked at you like you were the Sistine Chapel. “I look like a pillow,” you muttered, burying your face deeper into your sleeves.
He chuckled, slow and warm. “Then I’m the luckiest man in the world. I get to kiss the softest pillow every night.” You shot him a glare, cheeks heating. “Stop flirting, I look like a potato.”
“You’re right,” he said with a teasing smirk, standing from the couch with his guitar. “You do look like a potato.” You opened your mouth to scold him—
“But,” he added, walking toward you, eyes softening as he sat on the coffee table in front of you, “you’re my potato. And to me you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.”
And then — he began to sing.
🎵You're my piece of mind In this crazy world You're everything I've tried to find, your love is a pearl.🎵
You froze. His voice wasn’t perfect. It cracked in places, trembled in others. But it was raw. Real. Filled with so much emotion it made your throat ache. His eyes never left yours as he sang the next lines:
🎵You're my Mona Lisa, you're my rainbow skies And my only prayer is that you realize You'll always be beautiful in my eyes.🎵
Tears welled in your eyes before you could stop them. Your hands reached for his cheek as he leaned in closer, the guitar sliding gently to the side. “I love you,” he whispered, voice thick. “I’m not with you despite who you are. I’m with you because of exactly who you are. You don’t need to change. You don’t need to glow or glam. You already shine to me.”
You swallowed a sob, shaking your head as your fingers curled into his hoodie. “But I’m not like the others—”
He pressed his forehead to yours.
“Good,” he whispered. “Because I didn’t want ‘like the others.’ I wanted you. Just you.”