"It's okay-"

"Wrong." Hoseok cut her off with a shake of his head. Trinity slowly removed herself from his hold and sat up in bed next to him.

"It's okay? Really?" He asked, sitting up after her. She opened her mouth to speak but he talked over her.

"Your body is literally perfection, baby." He said. "How can you just say 'okay' when you have the most beautiful skin? The most beautiful hips, legs? Face? And don't even get me started on the stretch marks, the little scars you get from being clumsy, the beauty marks you have all around." Trinity lowered her head in embarrassment as he pointed out certain things about her body.

"I love your body most because you have something I can hold on to. I love how you look in anything because you always shape your clothes up nicely. I love how you keep yourself in shape but there's still a perfect balance so that you're not missing too much of something or you don't have too much of something - even then I wouldn't know what to see as too much because I'll still love it on you regardless. And anything else such as tattoos or piercings is just a bonus for me because you're a ten on your own..." he said.

"That's enough." Trinity laughed shyly. Hoseok wrapped his fingers around her chin and proceeded to tilt her head so that she could see him eye to eye.

"I could go on and on with this. It's so many amazing things to say about your body. I can give a thousand reasons as to why I'm so obsessed with it and why you should be too. You're perfect. You have the billion dollar body that most would kill for, do you understand that?" Hoseok asked, staring directly into her eyes.

"I do." Trinity said.

"Do you really?" Hoseok questioned.

Trinity contemplated. She wanted to believe that she had this dream body that hoseok and even Michelle had told her she had. She wanted to believe that she looked like what most women would kill to look like. She wanted to believe that she set a standard that others wanted to meet. But her insecurities wouldn't allow her to feel that way.

Hoseok noticed her hesitation. He didn't think twice before taking the hand that had previously been holding her chin - and moving it around to hold the back of her head. He pulled himself closer and laid his lips upon hers. Trinity closed her eyes, kissing back instantly. It felt good having his lips on hers. They hadn't kissed even after he picked her up from the dorms. She was honestly deprived.

"I need you to be more confident. Believe me when I say you're beautiful, baby." He whispered against her lips.

Trinity's heart stopped at the tone of his voice. It was sexy. And him using this tone to help her gain some confidence about herself just made things all the more better.

He slowly moved down from her lips to her neck. Trinity tilted her head a bit to allow him more access, holding the back of his head to support as he attacked her neck with sweet kisses.

"I feel like the richest man alive because of you, beautiful." He mumbled.

Trinity giggled, her fingers softly gripping his black hair as they laid back in bed.

"Thank you." She said. It meant everything to know that he was being honest. And that he was truly in love with her, and could admit that every piece of her whether it be inside or out played a part in his unconditional love for her.

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