Blep

"Why are you wearing such a low cut top? What if the others see you?"

The comment had taken her by surprise. First and foremost, her top wasn't even that low-cut. Her chest was certainly covered modestly. She looked down at herself, trying to figure out what was wrong with it, and he continued on with his sweet but somewhat possessive talk. About how he loved her and she was his and his only.

Now, she knew he didn't mean it in a rude way, she knew damn well he was worried about other men staring at her boobs, but when he critiqued her choice of outfit, it felt different to her. It reminded her of years of being told she couldn't wear what she wanted to, because her body was something that shouldn't be seen.

Dajoo had thought she'd looked good when she first put this shirt and skirt on. It had been a risky outfit when she'd bought it, it showed off a fair amount of skin without being indecent, but to put it simply, Dajoo was not a slim girl by any means. She'd been told so many times that she couldn't wear this or that because of her weight, but when she'd gotten dressed that morning and taken a look in the mirror, she had genuinely felt beautiful. Really, really beautiful. It wasn't often she felt good about her looks like that. She'd been bullied for years for her weight, her albinism, her hearing aid, the fact she didn't look a thing like her sisters, anything that made her different, and it had undoubtedly had an effect on her, but today she felt beautiful. And usually, Zen helped her feel beautiful.

But not today.

Today, he told her not to go out in public in clothes that showed this much skin. Today, he told her to cover up. Today, he told her he didn't want other people to see her body. And though the rational part of her knew he was saying she was too attractive to be seen, at least in his eyes, that other men might do something nasty or try to take her away, the irrational part of her mind insisted he was saying what everyone else said. That no-one wants to see her. She felt her eyes sting and an unpleasant feeling well up in her chest.

No. No, she wasn't going to cry. She was going to be an adult, and politely ask her boyfriend not to tell her off for wearing nice clothes in public. And maybe ask that he try not to get so jealous or possessive, because as sweet as he was, it honestly scared her a little sometimes. But first thing was first, she couldn't spend the rest of this relationship second guessing everything she wears because he might tell her to cover up again. She would talk to him as soon as he was finished filming.