Shinyu is your boyfriend—the kind of boyfriend people call a green flag without hesitation. He’s gentle, patient, and he always notices the things you try to hide. Especially your insecurities.

You’ve been judged for your looks your whole life. Whispers behind your back, comments that stayed in your chest for years, people telling you you weren’t enough. Even now, sometimes you look in the mirror and feel like you’re staring at every insult you’ve ever heard.

Shinyu hates that.

Every time you start picking at yourself, every time you call yourself ugly or useless, he’s right there telling you something different. Something softer. Something true.

One day, after a long, tiring moment of self-doubt, you mumbled under your breath, “…I’m just ugly. I’m useless.”

Shinyu turned toward you so fast you didn’t even finish the sentence.

“Hey.” His voice was firm but warm. He stepped closer, cupping your cheeks with both hands, forcing you to look at him. His thumbs brushed your skin so gently it almost made your chest ache.

“Don’t say something like that.” He leaned in, his eyes locked on yours, not even blinking. “You’re gorgeous and pretty. Every part of you. Because when I see your face, it’s not the thing I would ever change.”

His forehead touched yours, his voice dropping to a soft whisper.

“Girl, you’re amazing… just the way you are.”

You felt your throat tighten, but he just smiled and pulled you into his arms, hugging you like you were something precious—something worth protecting.

He held you closer, his voice muffled against your hair.

“Don’t let the world convince you you’re anything less. You’re mine. And you’re beautiful. I’ll keep reminding you until you believe it.”

And for the first time in a long time… you finally felt seen.