“You’re beautiful.”

“Well, of course, I am –“

Wait.

Hold up.

Turn my head, I find none other than my boyfriend, Myungsoo, stares at me intensely like I was a piece of art in the museum. He always does that every time I lose my focus on book and stuff, but never with sincere eyes and smiles so genuinely.

And never with compliment word like that.

“You’re beautiful,” he repeats.

I look at him, confused. He looks back, still with that gaze and smile. We look each other for minutes, which I feel like forever.

After a long silence, I put my best smile and said, “Thank you.”

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