In that moment, Hyung-seok realized the true meaning of the "Lookism" he had been fighting. The world judged him by his shell, but his mother was the only one who had been looking at his soul all along. As they walked together, her small hand in his, the expensive clothes and "perfect" features of his other life felt like cheap plastic compared to the warmth of her worn, hardworking hands.
She looked up, her face etched with exhaustion but instantly brightening with a smile that made the grime of the city disappear. She didn't see a "loser" or a "social outcast." She didn't care about his height or his weight. She only saw her son, the person she loved more than her own life. In that moment, Hyung-seok realized the true meaning
He approached her, his eyes stinging. He didn't use his "handsome" voice or his "perfect" face. He just walked up in his old, familiar self and took the heavy load from her arms. "Mom," he whispered. She looked up, her face etched with exhaustion
He found her near a construction site, her back bent under the weight of discarded cardboard boxes. This was how his mother was paying for his new life in the city. While he was busy enjoying the popularity and snacks that came with his handsome second body, she was skipping meals and scrubbing floors to afford his tiny studio apartment. He approached her, his eyes stinging