XX.

“Good morning!”

“Oh… it’s you. Hold on, I’ll get changed…”

She turned around, about to close the door, but he held her hand in the air, catching it there.

“No, you look perfect like that.”

“I look like crap.” She rolled her eyes and stated clearly, rubbing her eyes.

“No, you’re beautiful.”

“Onew!”

“Sooyeon! I don’t care. I’m letting myself in. Even in a shirt and shorts, you still look beautiful. You’re always beautiful, in my eyes.” 

 I want a boy who will let me look like crap wearing an oversized t-shirt and shorts and still call me beautiful.