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I sit on the bleachers as I watch my boyfriend closely on the football field. The soft breeze blows gently against my face as the warmth from the sun radiates down on the fresh green grass. He effortlessly scores yet another goal, and runs across the field with his arms up in victory as he fives with his teammates. He looks to me and sends me a flying kiss before running off again. I send a soft smile as I look on at the practice session. 

I suddenly feel slightly ill and put my hand on my head as I feel dizzy. I shut my eyes before shaking it off. It’s nothing. I’m probably just tired. He makes his way over to me as he steps out of the locker room, his hair still slightly wet and disheveled from the shower. I hand him his bottle and car keys, and he engulfs me in a tight hug and places a kiss in my hair. “Mmmmm vanilla,” I laugh as the scent wafts into my nose. “I missed you the whole day, I’m so sorry I couldn’t see you. I had to meet with the vice-president of the student council before school and then I had higher math…” I cut him off by pulling him in for a quick kiss. “It’s fine,” I say as he takes my hand in his and pulls his bag over his shoulder. He takes mine too, and straps it around his other shoulder. Just as I am about to protest, he stoops down and pecks me quickly. “It’s fine,” he winks cheekily as I roll my eyes. He waves to the coach before we saunter slowly out of the football pitch, swinging joined hands as we tell each other about our day. He’s so busy lately, I don’t get to see him often. But he tries, whenever he can. He always puts me first and makes an effort to find time. I know he’s tired and tell him to rest, but he refuses to listen. He really is a perfect boyfriend, I’m lucky to have someone like him. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He gazes at me with concern as he brings me a cup of hot chocolate and settles it on the table, before sliding beside me to cradle me on the soft white couch. I look at the table and press my lips together, debating whether or not I should speak my mind. I know that it’d be unfair to Sehun because he’s always so honest, but I can’t bring myself to say words that would make him feel hurt or upset. “I just feel that I’m not good enough for you.” I sigh. He looks at me and furrows his eyebrows in annoyance, before he raises them and looks at me skeptically. “What?” He exaggeratedly blinks as if he doesn’t believe it. “Don’t you ever say that because you know it isn’t true.” I would usually keep my mouth shut and internally flutter at his protective response, but somehow I can't bring myself to do that. It was something that has been amplifying more and more and I can’t hold it in any longer. “Sehun, look at you! You’re almost perfect. You’re the top scorer in our year! You’re the president of the student body council, the football captain and star player, you