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(Y/N ) sighed miserably. She lay alone on her bed, drained of her emotions and energy to even do anything.. She lost motivation to do anything only to lost what was her spirit to do something .. Her family couldn't correctly identify what was wrong with her. She had laid on her bed, questioning herself and her actions.

Her friends were concerned. They texted her questions of concern. They called her, trying to get her to talk but the poor girl only spoke few words and hung up.

"(Insert favorite nickname) , are you alright?"

A text from a friend, (best friend's name), chimed in her phone. (Y/N) looked at the device. She pursed her lips.

"Yeah.."

She replied. Honestly, she appreciated their efforts to cheer her up but they never knew why she was sad.. But the reason she had shut up was the over peaking worry she suppressed within the contents of her heart. No.. The demon had corrupted her to endless nights of tears, prayers hopefully she will stop being trapped in the chrysalis of darkness..

She was almost diagnosed with insomnia..

She tried to write her feelings away.. But they proved too intense to suppress by the movement of hand.

"Sweetie, are you okay? I've been hearing that you're not feeling well."

The demon tightened its grip around her neck. She was walking on a thin rope. It was him. It was Seungcheol.

Just tell him you're okay; you'll recover soon..

A deceitful lie from the sly demon of anxiety.

"Alright~ Make sure you rest and eat well~ I'll go check on you whenever I have time! <3"

She almost cried. The demons roaring in her head only thundered much more worser with that text. She put down her phone and tried to breathe. Each breath she took weighed a million on her heart.

The splitting headache returned. Her glasses were still under repaired and she was wearing glasses from years ago.. She took off her old glasses, the splitting headache repressed by a minority.

What was the good coming from getting depressed from seeing all those beautiful young women her age after just moving to Korea with Seungcheol?

The 100th day ring haunted the girl. His affectionate smile. His promise that he would love her and only her..

There were a lot of girls that looked better than (Y/N) herself that deserve Seungcheol, besides he could even date prettier Carats than her..

She missed home when no one didn't really pay attention to her looks.. She missed home where she could just go to public wielding only her intelligence and personality to create a impression. She missed home ...

The demon corrupted her with tidal waves of anxiety, earthquakes of fear, an droughts of worry..

She lay on her bed, breathing irregular breaths. She was about to cry.. She thought she could do her work at home but it was too much..

I'm not good enough..

All the thoughts that had lead her to the pit of darkness all summed to the one thing:
She wasn't good enough for Seungcheol.

(Y/n) put her hair up to a ponytail, rolled her long sleeves to her forearms, and began to clean. As a little habit, whenever she felt sad, she would always clean.

When she was finished, everything was sparkling clean. She was satisfied to say the least but she was still heavy with her feelings. The feelings returned at slow waves, gradually causing her to curl up and hide into one of her favorite hiding places: her closet.

She deposited the cleaning items back to their original places and hid in the closet where she cried her tears in the darkness. Before she rid herself of the light, she purposely pried open a little space of the closet door revealing the cuff of her pant leg.

"(Y/N) ! (Y/N)-"

The voice of Seungcheol echoed throughout the home, followed by some thuds and footsteps announcing the arrival of her boyfriend. It was too late to stop the tears. He was already here.. The girl ceased her tears and only waited for her boyfriend to come.

" (y/n) ?"

Seungcheol opened the door to her room to see a perfectly organized room, all cleaned up.. A worried face befell the older's face. There was something wrong with his girlfriend. Fear blossomed prematurely at his heart. But first, he had to ask what had succumbed to her. He opened the closet door to see what he had hated and feared; the red and raw eyes of (Y/N) without her glasses, her hands wet from her tears..

His heart tugged at their heartstrings. He put down his practice bag and belongings on the floor and approached to her, a steeled steady tone in his voice.

"(Nickname) , sweetie, what were you doing?"

He asked her, guiding her out of the closet and onto the couple's bed. He settled her onto his chest, watching her settle herself. Seungcheol worried again. It was anything incident of this again.. But this time, this was something different. (Y/N) sniffled, letting herself relax against Seungcheol's torso.

"I'm so sorry, Seungcheol."

She managed to whisper, gulping down her hiccups with silence. He was surprised. What was her fault that caused her to say sorry? First, he needed (y/n) to calm down. He wiped (y/n)'s tears with a brief swipe of his thumb and hugged her. He was uncertain of what to say but silence was the best option for his girlfriend to calm down.

The demon wanted to encourage her to cry once more; the conflict to cry and to rationalize herself weighed on each other but the ability to rationalize herself triumphed against the urge to cry. She was freed from her anklet chain, the chain to cry further. What was left was the chained wrists, the chains of her anxiety; her chained neck, the chains of fear of losing Seungcheol, her sweet, her boyfriend..; and her sealed mouth, the prevention to speak her own ideas in this new world.

"(Y/n) .."

The rumble of Seungcheol's voice startled the girl from her reverie. Her eyes were still burning from her excessive crying but at least she was able to see just a little bit... She looked up to see the concerned face of Seungcheol. His finger landed on a loose strand of hair and he tucked it in behind her ear.

"Did something happen?"

His soft gentle voice contrasted of the manly image Seungcheol usually projected with him.. His soft eyes of concern mirrored into hers, the soulful brown eyes into her own brown ones.. Before him, she quivered; her reserved and rather secretive nature collapsed to a weaker side of (y/n) , a more sensitive and emotional side of (y/n) . A ringtone chimed in, interrupting the silence. It was Seungcheol's phone.

"Hello? You're coming over? She's okay; we're gonna have a talk soon."

The girl concluded the call was from (best friend's name ) , her friend. She didn't even bother to pick up her phone when (best friend's name) called her as she cleaned.. She felt bad to not reply back..

(Y/n ) looked down in shame. Here she was, about to confess her upmost secretive feelings to her boyfriend.. She worried too much, fretted too much, feared too much..
She held on Seungcheol's hand, a tight grip meaning between the two that the other needed each other.

"It's okay, sweetie. I'm right here where you need me."

Seungcheol cooed, stroking (y/n)'s hair with a heavy hand. In his eyes, he was helpless in front of her current condition. He wanted to help her but he had yet to know what was wrong with (y/n)

"Seungcheol.."

(Y/n)'s voice wavered. He was beginning to feel nervous. She laced her fingers into his.

"When we moved from my home country to Korea, everyone here looks so perfect, so flawless.. I just worry about myself.. I've heard that society will start paying attention to you and will talk about it .. I don't want your reputation to get ruined because of me , Seungcheol. I know without my glasses or without makeup, I look just - absolutely hideous and tired... "

(Y/n)? covered her face with her sleeves and breathed through her mouth as she paused.

"I'm just a foreigner , Seungcheol. A foreigner that just came from her home country to just live with her loved one.. I don't want to tarnish our relationship just by me, Seungcheol. I just worry about us and how people would see us.."

The urge to cry came back and a fresh set of tears reappeared at her eyes. At this, Seungcheol drew circles at her back, an attempt to calm her. The young girl cried, letting loose her worries and fears.

"Everyone here looks so beautiful and flawless and I sometimes think that you would truly deserve to date someone else much more better and prettier than just me .. Who am I kidding? I'm just this crazy foreign girl who can speak nothing but kind words!"

At the last sentence, (y/n) laughed a fake laugh in the midst of her tears. In her eyes, she was crazy but in Seungcheol's eyes, she had yet to know. Better yet, she didn't want to know. The words (y/n) had spoken were painstakingly true. Seungcheol had often forgotten how beautifully his girlfriend had spoke, the composure she kept herself in despite her shyness, the beautiful rhythm of her sincerity.. It was truly a speck of luck that Seungcheol had a beautiful girlfriend like (y/n). But the words she spoken this time were like thorns encircling his heart, threatening to pierce it with their deadliest points. Seungcheol resisted the urge to cry. He had to stay strong for her.. Throughout the things Seungcheol and (y/n) had gone through together, he was astonished by (y/n)'s mental strength, how she was able to stay reserved and supportive of everyone and never telling anyone her feelings .. Until it was too late.

But now, Seungcheol wanted to pay (y/n) back, to pay her back for everything she had done, for him and for everyone else whom she had impacted. Right now, she looked scared, vulnerable, lost, and fragile just like the flower she was.. The boy gripped on the hand (y/n) was holding on and kissed it. He needed strength to say the following words:

"(Y/n), you're beautiful just the way you are. No one's there to judge on how you look, sweetie. Even without your glasses or makeup, you're incredibly beautiful ! You just don't see it! Knowing you for many months as a boyfriend, I would always admire how beautifully and truthfully your words would be when you speak. Your maturity is truly amazing and although everyone here at home looks 'beautiful' and 'flawless' in your opinion, you have this raw beauty with you that makes you even more beautiful."

Seungcheol meant this. He would never ever leave (y/n)'s side at all, even if it meant breaking up with her.. No - Seungcheol saw something special with (y/n) and he saw a young , beautiful woman that was strong and kind. Even her parents agreed that they saw this within her. (Y/n) blinked her tears away. She felt another urge to cry.. Those words Seungcheol had said were truly words spoken from a leader, a man, a fatherly figure... Surprisingly, she resisted another urge to cry but she managed few more tears and finally, she hugged Seungcheol.

"Thank you, Seungcheol."

She muttered in his ear, a huff of happiness exhaled from her. The boy hugged her back, his chin resting onto her shoulder.

"You're welcome, sweetie."

With that, he pulled away from the hug and gave her a kiss on the lips.

"Just remember this, (y/n) : I love you forever and ever, no matter what happens to us, you will be my flower."

"And you, my Mad Hatter in my Wonderland."

Seungcheol smiled his iconic dimpled smile. He pointed to the ring on his finger.

"See this ring? It means that we have been together for 100 days. But even without this ring's meaning, it means we're already married to each other."

A blush colored (y/n)'s cheeks. A giggle emitted from the girl and they touched foreheads. At the same time, a stampede of footsteps resounded through the house. It was (best friend's name) followed by a number of people (y/n) and Seungcheol couldn't possibly calculate . The door to (y/n)'s bedroom was pushed open to reveal the members of Seventeen and an extremely worried (best friend's name)

"(Y/n)! Are you okay?"

(Best friend's name) asked, concern leaking in her voice. (Y/n) smiled widely.

"Yep ! I'm all better now !"

"First of all, we had a day when (y/n) was out sick and another day with she being worried with her value.. What's next?"

Seungkwan interjected. This earned a fit of laughter to explode into the room.

"Don't worry, Seungkwan. We'll make sure none of that will happen again, isn't that right sweetie?"

Seungcheol cooed (y/n) again. She smiled, nodding obediently.

"Hmmm.. Now this is over with, how about a day of shopping (y/n) , I know you've been always talking about getting clothes when we're here."

(Y/n) nodded, a happy mood lifting her previously negative energy.

"Of course! Shall we go, Seungcheollie?"

"We shall go, Milady!"

Delighted to have his girlfriend happy again, he gave her a kiss on the cheek which was followed by an unison of voices cringing from the sight and two voices shouting :

"EWWWWWWWW! Mom and Dad kissed!"