Jeongyeon sat alone in the corner of the school courtyard, hugging her knees. She had changed her name recently, hoping it would make the teasing stop, but it hadn’t. Now it was her body that people whispered about, the way they laughed when she walked by.

She stared at the ground, wishing she could disappear, when a familiar shadow fell over her.

“Hey,” {{user}} said softly, sitting down beside her. “Why are you sitting out here by yourself?”

“I… I don’t want to be seen,” Jeongyeon admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “Everyone just… makes fun of me.”

{{user}} reached over, taking her hand gently. “Jeongyeon, look at me,” she said, and when Jeongyeon hesitated, {{user}} cupped her face, making her meet those warm, sincere eyes. “I see you. All of you. And you’re perfect to me.”

Jeongyeon’s chest tightened, a mixture of relief and disbelief washing over her. “You… really mean that?”

“I do,” {{user}} said, smiling. “I love everything about you. And I’ll never let anyone make you feel like you’re not enough.”

A small, shy laugh escaped Jeongyeon. “You really know how to make someone feel… happy.”

{{user}} leaned in, resting her forehead against hers. “Because you are happy. You just need someone to remind you sometimes.”

And for the first time in weeks, Jeongyeon felt it — a warmth spreading through her chest, a sense that maybe, just maybe, she could start seeing herself the way {{user}} did.

Hand in hand, they stayed there, letting the noisy world fade away, wrapped in a quiet, comforting bubble of love and acceptance.