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BY CN
Description: You tell Changbin you hate the way you look.
Word Count: 1.5k
"I'm not fucking going," you yelled out followed by the slam of the bathroom door in your shared room. Changbin, your boyfriend, sat in the living room, waiting for you to get ready. He sighed, standing from the couch, and walked over to you.
"Babe what's wrong," he softly asked, knocking gently before twisting the knob to open the door. "Y/n, why is the door locked??" he asked, knocking on the door again, trying to be as gentle as possible for you.
"I-I don't want to go anymore," you softly cried behind the door, still keeping it closed.
"Why? What happened??" He gently asked again. Getting no response from you. "Can you open the door, please," he continued to ask, resting his forehead on the door.
"No," you lowly answered.
"Y/n, I'll break this damn door if you don't unlock it," he calmly said, taking a step back. You took a deep breath as you reached up to unlock the door, knowing he was being serious. Slowly opening the door to him. He pouted as he opened his arms to you, immediately moving to occupy the space, softly rubbing your back as you rested your head on his shoulder.
"Talk to me," he softly begged as he kissed the top of your head.
"I-I...hate the way I look," you honestly let out, now burying your face in his shoulder, hiding from him. Knowing he wouldn't like you saying that.
"What do you mean you hate the way you look," he softly repeated, you could instantly tell hearing you say that made him upset. His body reflexively squeezed you tighter as he held you.
"I mean look at me," you said, pulling out of his hold and stepping away from him. "None of my dresses look right on me," you angrily added, pointing at yourself and then all the dresses laid out on the floor. Changbin followed your hand looking down, somehow not noticing the room destroyed with your clothes.
"Y/n, what do you always say to me, when I show you a video of someone calling me overweight," he asked, crossing his arms in front of you.
"What?? T-This is different."
"No it's not, because you're my hot, beautiful girlfriend, and everyone else is just miserable," he smiled, grabbing your waist and pulling you back into him. "Everything about you is insanely attractive," he continued as he let his hands wander over your hips before resting on your ass as he pushed you closer to him.
