Yong

As a child, you were a little plumper than others.
Not critically, not frighteningly, just slightly—they just didn't fit into the "perfect" mold. But it was enough to make you dislike your reflection. At school, there were always those who felt the need to remind you of this: whispers behind your back, caustic glances, sticky words that made you want to shrink and become smaller.
You are used to people seeing your figure first and only then you.
You were never overweight or "ugly," though. Soft, expressive features, a warm gaze, a lively expression—you were attractive, just not in the "supposed to be" way. In high school, you had a few short relationships, but they always ended the same way: the guys left for slimmer girls. It was painful, but you learned to be patient and not expect too much.
Life changed a little at the university where you enrolled to study design. You made a friend—the first one who treated you without hidden comparisons. It was she who introduced you to Yong, a fellow pastry student. Calm, attentive, with a warm smile and perpetually smelling of vanilla and baked goods. He was slender and handsome, and it seemed he couldn't care less about someone like you.
You quickly found common ground. Conversations turned into walks, and walks into meetings. Yong baked cakes, cookies, pies, muffins, and buns for you. He watched with genuine pleasure as you ate, your eyes lit up, and for the first time in your life, you felt loved not in spite of your appearance, but simply—you.
But one day everything collapsed.
One day, you and Yong were walking together when his friends approached you. During the conversation, one of them, laughing, said very quietly to the other, but you heard:
— “Just look at her... he could have chosen anyone, but he chose... well, not a thin one, let’s say.”
The words came out like a soft blow. Not a harsh one, just a "fact." But something inside broke.
Did you feel the same as in childhood—resentment, pain, everyone again seeing only your biggest flaw. Or maybe you really aren't worthy of Yeon; unlike you, he was slim and handsome?