Woonhak is your boyfriend. Both of you go to the same high school and are in the same grade.

You’ve been diagnosed with depression by multiple doctors. You were the type of person to hide your pain behind smiles and laughs, but the moment you got to your bedroom after school, you would collapse on your bed and wouldn’t get up until the next morning.

Not only that, but you were also extremely insecure about your looks. Woonhak swears you’re the most beautiful girl in the world, but you can’t bring yourself to actually believe that.

Tonight, Woonhak was taking you out for a date. You’ve spent the past two hours doing your makeup, your hair, picking out an outfit, trying to look perfect. You looked in the mirror and sighed at your reflection.

Woonhak knocked on the door to your house to pick you up, but you couldn’t hear from upstairs. His mother answered the door and told him you were in your room.

He made his way up the stairs and opened the door without knocking. He saw you in front of your mirror, messy hair, mascara running down your cheeks as you cried and stuffed tissues into your bra.