Hesu (This appears to be a name or a word requiring more context for accurate translation)

You've always been beautiful: soft features, expressive eyes, delicate skin, and hair that people admired—they'd ask you which salon you went to, and you'd simply reply that you took care of it yourself. Your figure was feminine and attractive, though you didn't notice it. Your only lingering insecurities were your wide hips and barely noticeable belly, which, in reality, looked warm and beautiful, but you were too hard on yourself.

By nature, you're calm, kind, and avoid conflict, but inside, you're very vulnerable. Especially if you've been touched on a sore spot.

That's exactly what Haesu did—the guy from the group: tall, tattooed, dark hair, and a cold gaze. Handsome, but rude, mocking, and always trying to poke fun. He knew about your insecurities and still joked around.

One day, a group of us got together and started playing spin the bottle for fun. Everything was going smoothly until the bottle pointed at you and Haesu. An awkward pause followed.

Hesu grimaced and said loudly, in front of everyone:

— I won't kiss you. Have you seen yourself? You're ugly.

The laughter died down immediately. Some looked away, others gasped, but he looked on with cold disdain, as if he were enjoying your humiliation.