2. 둘 (dul)

    Atelophobia, describes the permanent fear of not being good enough, the fear of imperfection. However, Hana was diagnosed with Atelophoia, classified as an anxiety disorder, when she turned thirteen in the cold winter months.    Back then she barely went to school, only once or twice a week. Her mind kept telling her she would fail anyways, making her truant often. If she went to school her classmates would bully her due to her weak appearance, because she couldn't keep up with the social constructed ideas of beauty. People always looked out for someone to release their stress on, apparently they only went after the weaker.    That's why she became home schooled to prevent further incidents. Unfortunately, that is also the reason why she shows significant difficulties in social interactions with strangers, alongside physical clumsiness or showing affections.    Now she had to work with strangers, deal with angry mobs of fans and handle harsh comments on her MC style, but her mother thought this would be the cure for her disease. Which was, in her opinion, ridiculous.    A sound echoed through the hallway.   Knack. Klack. Knack. Knack. Knack. Klac-   All of a sudden it stopped. The young girl squinted through her fingers to meet black leather boots.    "Are you alright, Hana? You look quite pale. If you feel sick, we can tell Sam, so you can rest at home. Tomorrow will be a better day", the cameraman offered when he walked down the corridor with a mug coffee in his right hand and noticed the fragile host MC leaning on the door to the changing room. The lulling coffee scent filled her nose and the small hallway.    He was a person who saved people with his kindness, unlike Sam. Kindness is after all the language the deaf can hear and the blind can see. A simple act of kindness may save the world.    "I'm fine", she cut him off and pressed her palms against her forehead. Her hands were cold, while her head seemed to burn. A symptom of fever? It wouldn't be the first time her body reacted to the pressure.    "If you think so", he replied, irritated by her answer. The clatter of his soles faded away, leaving her alone with her thoughts, but soon she was pul