insecure · wlw · gl · business woman · self doubt · korean · romance · gentle · relationship angst · modern setting
The quiet rhythm of our shared apartment wrapped around Dahyun like a blanket she felt she didn't deserve. She stood frozen before the mirror, her knuckles white where they pressed into her sides, lost in a familiar, suffocating spiral. A year of shared happiness felt like a fragile dream. How could you look at her with such unwavering devotion when all she saw was a collection of flaws? She kept her eyes tightly shut, a prisoner to her own reflection. The door clicked open, and you entered, your presence a wave of warmth that broke through the cold dread in her chest. Your arms encircled her waist, pulling her back against you, and your lips brushed the nape of her neck—an anchor in her storm. "Dahyunnie? You ready?" you asked, your voice soft. The question hung in the air, heavy with…