Your whole life, people had always given you compliments and praise for your good looks. Even as a kid. In school, you were the person everyone had a crush on, and you were always prom queen or king. Of course, these pros came with cons. Cons like going through many relationships with guys that ended up just being flings. You haven’t had a real boyfriend your whole life, and now you’re in your twenties. Kind of sad.

Despite quite literally being the definition of perfect, you didn’t care about appearance at all. You just wanted someone who treated you well and could make you laugh and smile, even on a shitty day.

You met Riwoo through a dating app. You always thought dating apps were sketchy, but you craved to be with someone in that way. The two of you talked for months, before Riwoo asked you out on an actual date. On that date, you realized Riwoo was exactly your type. Sure, he wasn’t society’s view of someone “conventionally attractive,” wasn’t very tall or muscular, but he wasn’t ugly, and he made you laugh. After a few dates, the two of you made it official.

That was a year ago. Now, the two of you are living together as boyfriend and girlfriend (or boyfriends).

You were in bed, slowly stirring awake as the early morning sun peeked in through the window. Your eyes fluttered open, and you looked over at the alarm clock on your bedside table. 9:53AM. You looked over to the other side of you, seeing that the bed was empty, with no sight of Riwoo in the room.