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"You should sleep too, Jungkook," I said, observing my husband in a sweatshirt and sweatpants, having just returned from the villa after freshening up.
"No, Ashley, you should sleep," he replied, sitting on the side of the bed. Leaning down, he pressed a few kisses on my forehead.
He continued to kiss my forehead, and when he pulled away, his gaze lingered on me. I caught him staring and couldn't help but smile.
"Why are you staring at me?" I asked, feeling a bit self-conscious.
He grinned, "Because you're the most beautiful thing in the world to me, and I love staring at you."
My cheeks flushed with a rosy hue as I couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth at his sweet words.
"Why would you say that?" I questioned, a hint of insecurity in my voice.
He leaned down, his forehead touching mine. "Because it's the truth, Ashley. You're absolutely beautiful."
I sighed, "Nobody has ever said that to me."
His eyes softened, and he whispered, "Well, they should have. You deserve to hear it every day."
I looked into his eyes and felt a sense of comfort, a reassurance that maybe I was worthy of such admiration.
"But you don't understand, Jungkook," I started, my voice quivering. "Growing up, my parents' friends always judged me. They made me feel like I was never good enough, never pretty enough. It's hard for me to see myself as beautiful."
He listened attentively, his gaze unwavering.
"I've carried that weight for so long," I continued. "It's a struggle to believe in my own beauty."
He cupped my face gently in his hands, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. "Ashley, you are stunning, and I don't want you to ever doubt that. You are more than enough, just the way you are."
