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This one's a little shorter than the others sorry
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*In this story, Jimin will be very sensitive about his weight and how he looks. The dialogue may be a little difficult for some of you and if that is the case I truly, sincerely apologize*
For those sensitive about their weight and how they look, I want to say that YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AND DON'T LET ANYONE TELL YOU DIFFERENT!! I have been through what you're going through and you're not alone 💜
YOU NEVER WALK ALONE
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Jimin:
It was three in the morning. The house was quiet. Crickets chirped outside. The beautiful, full moon was high in the sky. I wanted to be asleep like everyone else... but I couldn't.
I stood in the bathroom in front of the mirror, stripped of my shirt and pants. I stared at myself; my abs were starting to fade. My cheeks had started to puff out again. My arms weren't as large as before. My legs weren't as toned as they used to be. I frowned as I touched my stomach, the strong muscles turning into mush. I brought my hand up to run across my collarbone and I poked my cheek, feeling my jaw.
I didn't know I could be so disappointed in myself. I had worked so hard to get where I looked amazing, and I started to get lazy. I forgot to work out the night before and ate much more than I should have. I looked so awful; how could anyone want to look up to someone like me? How could anyone love me when I looked like this?
I let my hand drop to my side, continuing to stand in front of the mirror, taking in all my flaws and letting my insecurities get the best of me. I felt awful. I looked awful. I was awful. I don't think anyone hates me more than I hate myself.
"Jiminnie?" I jumped at the sound of Yoongi's tired voice on the other side of the door. My heart stopped as Yoongi slowly opened the door. He put his hands in his pockets as he leaned up against the doorframe. Now Yoongi... Yoongi was beautiful.
Yoongi's blonde hair was brushed out of his face to expose his glorious forehead. His hooded, brown eyes stared deep into mine making me feel all sorts of warm and fuzzy. His black sweatpants hung low on his hips, showing part of the elastic of his Calvin Klein underwear. His navy t-shirt fit nicely on his toned torso. And his face was warm; sympathetic.
Yoongi knows I am sensitive about how I look. He knows how much I have struggled over the years with refusing to eat and working myself so hard I end up in the hospital. He knows how I see myself and how much I despise my body. He tells me I'm beautiful every day, and he knows when I'm thinking the way I shouldn't.
I could feel myself relax when Yoongi came closer and pressed his chest up against my back. He let his lips gently touch the cartilage of my ear, making goosebumps form on my arms. I leaned backwards to mold my bare back into Yoongi's firm front, the warmth of his body making me forget what I was even thinking about. Yoongi wrapped his arms around my torso and held me close, his hands gently caressing my bare stomach. He leaned his brow bone against the side of my head, keeping eye contact with me in the mirror with no intention of stopping. I could only see half of his face, but I could still tell how serious he was starting to get.
"Why are you out of bed?" he asked, his voice deep and husky from sleeping so well earlier. I put my hand over his and offered the smallest of smiles.
"Couldn't sleep." Yoongi's eye narrowed slightly. It wasn't in a judging or annoyed way. He was simply seeing straight through my half-truth. It was true, I couldn't sleep. But that was my simple answer. I wasn't going to tell him why I couldn't sleep, what I was thinking about, how I just wanted to fall into a coma to stop my mind racing with such awful thoughts. I didn't have the heart to see him upset because of me.
"How long have you been up?" he asked. I shrugged.
"Not sure." An hour; I had been up over an hour. I had been standing in front of that mirror staring at my dull body and finding very single thing I hated about myself for an hour; not sleeping soundly with the man I love. Yoongi sighed softly and squeezed me gently in his strong arms. He closed his eyes and pressed his nose against my hair, taking in a deep breath to smell me without shame.
"Come back to bed, baby." I shuddered as Yoongi called me that certain nickname he uses to cloud my judgement. I can't resist it, and he knows that.
The way he calls me "baby" just... it makes me want to melt. The way his words flow is like honey; smooth and hypnotic. His warm breath fanning over my skin, his hands touching me in all the right places, his lips barely grazing my body... how could I not react?
Yoongi didn't smirk. He didn't laugh. He didn't even chuckle. He only waited patiently for me to respond. And that wasn't like him at all.
He has always loved to see me shiver from his words. The way he can make me feel all kinds of pleasure just by breathing causes his ego to boost to ten times its size. It brought him great satisfaction knowing that he had such a big effect on me. Though in that moment, he didn't let it show. He was using his ability to lure me away from my own personal prison that I had put myself into. I wasn't sure if I should be annoyed or relieved. But I knew he was helping in the way he knew how to; hold me close and shield me from all the pain I was putting myself through.
I nodded my head and put my hand over Yoongi's in reassurance. He finally showed a small hint of a smile before he took my hand in his and led me out of the bathroom and into our bedroom. He guided me through the dark and let me crawl on to the bed, sliding under the covers waiting for him to join me. He slid in next to my body and laid on his side to be face to face with me.
We laid there in silence as he watched me carefully, reading my emotions better than I ever could. His eyes scanned my face and stared deep into my eyes to search for answers to his unspoken questions. What was I thinking? What was I feeling? When was I going to finally find peace? He brought his massive hand up and touched my temple with his fingers. He slowly dragged them down the side of my face; eyebrow, eye, cheekbone, cheek, jawline, chin, lips. His index finger settled on my bottom lip while he stared at the slightly chapped skin.
"So precious... so beautiful..." I could feel heat creep up my neck from his deep Daegu dialect saying such sweet things. He smiled as he noticed my cheeks starting to tint a dark red color. Yoongi cupped my cheek in his hand and swept his thumb across the skin. He looked deep into my eyes like he was trying to find some part of me that would listen to him. I felt my heart flutter as he leaned closer and pressed his lips against mine. I closed my eyes, taking in the intoxicating smell of roses and him. It was so addicting and so wonderful.
Yoongi's lips moved slowly against mine. He took his time, not making the pace any faster than it started out. It was gentle, tender, sweet. It made me calm. It relaxed every part of my body, and he knew that.
The soft sound of our lips smacking together was almost inaudible. I could feel the love and passion being transferred to my heart from his as he showed me a type of affection I always love to receive. He knows that, too. He probably knows more about me than I do.
The movements slowed down to almost nothing. His lips rested against mine, not moving at all. After many moments we would readjust and repeat. Over and over again, we connected our lips with a softness I could not describe.
I wanted this to continue on forever. I had forgotten the empty feeling I was experiencing only moments ago. I couldn't remember feeling trapped in my own mind with thoughts that made me feel less than human. I no longer felt alone. I was safe... loved... cherished. And I had a feeling that was Yoongi's intention; to make me forget.
I peeled my lips from his to catch my breath. My lips were tingling and slightly swollen from the excessive use, but I didn't mind. I could feel Yoongi's breath fanning over my face as he panted for air. I couldn't stop the small smile from forming on my face as I let the effects of the kiss make my whole body tingle. I scooted closer and pressed my front against his, loving the feeling of his warm body against mine. His hand left my face to wrap his strong arm around my bare torso. I sighed in content as he left a gentle kiss to my nose.
He treats me like I am everything to him. It's like I'm the greatest treasure in the world that he can't help but protect. He treats me like royalty; like I'm an angel in disguise... an angel. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would find someone who could love me so much.
"Sleep, Jimin," he mumbled against my skin, "my precious, vibrant, beautiful Jimin." I nodded my head, making him form a satisfied smile and kiss my lips one last time before letting me muzzle my face in his neck. He gave me a gentle squeeze in his arms before running his hand up and down my back soothingly.
As I laid there with the man I love, I felt a sort of relief wash over my body. I felt special. I felt precious. I felt like I was worth something.
For once, I felt beautiful.
All because of him...
THE NEXT MORNING
Yoongi:
I woke up from my deep sleep with a familiar softness on the corner of my mouth. A small hand slid up my chest to gently hold the side of my neck to keep me in place. The softness spread to my cheek, softly grazing my skin with care.
My hand roamed to find the body pressed up against me. It took a moment, but when my hand touched a smooth, warm surface, I couldn't help but form a small smile when I heard Jimin's adorable giggle vibrate against my cheek.
"What are you doing?" I mumbled, my voice deep and tired. Jimin smiled against my skin and nestled his nose in my cheek.
"Thanking you," he whispered. My eyes stayed closed as my hand trailed up and down his waist soothingly, bringing goosebumps to the surface.
"For what?" I peeled my eyes open when Jimin pulled away to look at me in wonder. I felt heat rise up my neck and to my ears as his loving gaze made me feel slightly shy. His small hand left my back to play with the hair on the side of my head. He offered me a small smile as his eyes traveled all over my face, memorizing every inch of it.
"For making me feel..." he sighed deeply and rested his forehead against mine, "beautiful."
Joy rushed through my body as Jimin said the words I was dying to hear for ages. I knew how much he despised how he looked and how sometimes he just wanted to disappear forever to get away from all the negative thoughts clouding his brain. For years I have tried to convince him that he's worth something in this world; that he is beautiful in every way possible. But my words wouldn't reach him. Not matter how hard I tried, nothing seemed to work.
I couldn't believe it was happening. For the first time in what seemed like forever, he felt beautiful. I wanted to jump and yell and shout to the world how happy I was for him. I wanted to scream it at the top of my lungs until I couldn't scream anymore. But all I could do was smile as wide as my mouth would allow and flip him on to his back to shower him with love and affection.
Jimin giggled as my lips attacked his face, leaving semi-forceful kisses anywhere I could reach. He tried to push me off at first, but then he accepted his fate and wrapped his arms around my torso to keep me in place. I planned to touch every inch of him with my lips for as long as he would let me.
"So beautiful," I mumbled, "so fucking beautiful." Jimin continued to laugh as my kisses went on and on and on.
After what seemed like a blissful eternity, I finally ceased my gentle attack. Jimin's chest heaved up and down as he tried to catch his breath from laughing so much. I rested my cheek against his and nuzzled into him like a cat. I closed my eyes as I lowered my body more to feel his warmth bleed through my shirt. Jimin chuckled as I sighed in content.
"You're like a kitten," he teased, "a cute, adorable, yet manly kitten." I smiled and nuzzled into him again.
"Well, I'm your kitten." Jimin giggled cutely and nodded his head.
"I'm okay with that."
I didn't care that I was sacrificing my manliness to be, dare I say, "cute" like this. If Jimin wanted me to be his kitten, I was going to be his kitten. There was no doubt about it. He was finally realizing how precious and valuable he really was, and I was going to make it last as long as possible. And if saying that I was a kitten was what I had to do to make him finally happy, that's what I was going to do.
"You know I'm gonna start calling you kitten now, right?" I internally cringed at the thought of being called that in front of the members.
"I had a feeling you would." Jimin laughed adjusted his hold on me.
"Well, get used to it... kitten." I rolled my eyes and shook my head. I think I made a grave mistake. Anything, out of anything I could have done I had to be cute and act like a cat. It was an impulse action that I couldn't help but do no matter how much my masculinity opposed it. Damn my soft heart.
"Trust me, I'll have to."
THE END
This one was complete trash I'm sorry :'(
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