BTS’s reaction to you starting a diet:
Jin: “But I wanted you to be a special guest on Eat Jin,” your boyfriend pouts (an impressive feat with his mouth full of food). He’s very against the idea of you going on a diet – who’s going to help him clear up all the food he can’t manage?
You raise an eyebrow, while he swallows and asks – “What? Do I have something on my face?”
“Just a little…” You reach across the table separating the two of you, and wipe some sauce from the corner of his lips, before popping your finger in your mouth.
Jin chuckles, “Isn’t eating that sauce against your diet?”
“It’s just sauce.”
“Sauce that’s high in fat and salt!”
“This is why you’re a rubbish boyfriend - making me break my diet. For shame!” You poke your tongue out at him.
Jin sighs. “Ah well, I guess if you’re on a diet now, that means more food for me. And I was going to order that ice-cream you like for the next episode of Eat Jin as well…”
That’s playing dirty! “You wouldn’t!” you scoff, knowing full well that he will, and that when you ask for a lick, just the tiniest taste – he’ll offer you the whole scoop - your favourite flavour too - and boom! there goes your diet, and all your good intentions. The worst part is – you won’t mind, because Jin’s kisses will taste that extra bit sweeter seeped in vanilla and strawberry ice-cream.
Yoongi: Yoongi can tell something’s up. You’re being extremely quiet, and you haven’t touched any of the pizza on your plate. Jostled up beside your talkative friends, you’re like a lone grey cloud in the middle of a blue June sky.
Yoongi finishes off the crumbs on his own plate, then stands. “Well, I guess I’ll go wash up,” he says, “Y/N, do you wanna come help?”
You scrunch your nose at him, but follow him to the kitchen anyway, away from the busy chatter of your friends.
“Alright, what’s wrong?” Yoongi asks, when the two of you are out of earshot.
You fiddle with a loose strand on your sweater. “Nothing’s wrong.” There’s a moment of hesitation, and you pull at the thread a little harder, twisting it around your finger. “I just don’t want to eat too since I’ve -” The last part is mumbled.
“…I’ve started dieting.” Your cheeks turn pink.
“Dieting?” Yoongi repeats, “Why?”
“I need to lose some weight.”
He shakes his head. “That’s simply not true. You’re the perfect weight, and I don’t want to hear you saying otherwise. I like you the way you are now.” He gives your arm a gentle poke. “I like this part.” He pokes your stomach. “And this part.” He moves up to your nose. “And this part. I like all of it. It’s all perfect.”
You blush, and bat his hand away. “Yeah, yeah… don’t get all mushy.” But when you go back to join your friends, Yoongi’s happy to see you tucking into a fat slice of pizza.
Hosoek: “Ugh…” That’s a sound you haven’t heard from Hoseok in a while – the sound he makes when he knows he’s fighting a losing battle against you. But he won’t give up without a fight - oh no! He’ll see a smile break through that perfected pout of yours, even if it means bringing out the big guns! An exaggerated eye-roll and a funny face secures his victory, and you can’t cap the laughter that fizzes up inside you - this is definitely the best way to deal with a couple’s quarrel.
“Stop that,” you bash playfully at his chest, and he bends over in feigned pain –
“Wow, Y/N, you’re so mean to me! And when I’m trying to help you out as well!”
It’s your turn to roll your eyes. “Hoseok, you stopping me from dieting isn’t going to help anything. I need to take better care of my health. You should be supporting this.”
He straightens up, straightens his face, and fixes you with a serious look. “Okay, I’ll support you – but only if you’re doing it for the right reasons.”
“I’m doing it to get healthier!”
“And you know that-”
“- that I’m completely gorgeous, with the perfect body, and that I don’t need to diet at all, and that you’re lucky to have me.”
He catches your face in his hands, palms pressing your cheeks softly, before he plunges in for a kiss. “Damn right.”
Namjoon: “You dieting? Good one, babe.” Namjoon’s dimples deepen, his smile erupting into a fully-fledged laugh.
And then he realises you’re not joking. And his face falls. “Wait, really? You’re dieting? Why?” His mind kicks into overdrive, wondering, worrying about what could have caused this sudden decision. Before, you would have happily helped him finish off pizzas or ice-cream sundaes, but now you’re talking about empty calories and cutting carbs.
“I need to fix my figure,” you tell him, brow wrinkling into a frown.
Namjoon looks you up and down. “Babe…”
His eyes trace your body a second time. “Babe.”
“What?” you demand again.
He shakes his head. “You do not need to get in shape. Your body is so sexy.”
“Sexy?” Your nose crinkles. “You think I’m sexy?”
You consider this for a moment. Then – “Well… I guess if you think so, maybe I’m okay.”
“No, not just okay, but-”
“Sexy, right?” You finish his sentence for him, a glint in your eyes.
“Right! Sexy.” He purrs the word.
“Say it one more time.”
“Only if you promise to stop this talk of dieting.”
Jimin: “But I bought all these biscuits for you!” Jimin gazes at the plate of cream-coated cookies in distress, then back up at you, his eyebrows furrowing. This isn’t how he imagined you accepting his date-night gift.
You grin sheepishly. “Sorry… I forgot to tell you I was starting a diet.”
“Can’t you leave it till tomorrow?”
Your mouth pops open in mock horror. “That would be cheating!”
“In all seriousness though, dieting’s no fun. Trust me, I’ve tried it before, and it didn’t make me any happier, or healthier.” Jimin’s mouth pulls down at the corners a little, before his usual smile returns. “Come on. Just one… they’re really tasty. Just take one.” As he says this, he picks up a cookie, and bites into it slowly, never breaking eye-contact with you. It’s a challenge. (Eat one! I dare you!)
You give in. Of course you do. It’s Jimin. Leaning towards him, you kiss some of the crumbs off the corner of his mouth, then, with the taste of sugar fresh on your tongue, you concede, “Maybe one or two couldn’t hurt.” A smug grin paints itself across Jimin’s face as you reach for the plate.
Tomorrow. You can start your diet tomorrow…
Or the day after that…
Taehyung: Taehyung doesn’t understand it. To him, you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever laid eyes on – you’re prettier than diamonds, and stardust, and wildflowers, and sunsets, and the pictures of waterfalls they stick on travel brochures. In short - you’re perfection personified. So, Taehyung can’t wrap his head around the idea of you dieting because you’re (quote) ‘so disgusting’.
It’s eating him up, knowing that you’re unhappy, and not knowing how he can fix it. All he can do is smile, and promise you that the voice in your head is lying to you. “But I never lie, Y/N. Not to you. Not about this.”
Still, your lips stay down-turned, eyes dull, not properly seeing him through your tears.
You wipe you eyes.
“Y/N, look at me.”
You blink a few times, and look up.
You do. Despite all the negative thoughts that are bubbling around you, you manage to smile, and that’s all Taehyung needs to smile too.
“There, right there, that’s what perfection looks like.” He frames your face with his fingers, then slips his hands on down to your shoulders, looping around you and pulling you close.
Jungkook: “You’re what?” Jungkook cocks his head at you, looking like a confused puppy across the café table.
“Dieting…” you say past a mouthful of lettuce leaves, “Quit looking at me like that. I’m not speaking an alien language. D-i-e-t-i-n-g. Dieting.”
His head remains fixed in place, tilted to one side, the corners of his eyes scrunching up.
“Stop it!” You throw a napkin at him, which misses its target and floats down to the floor. You’re laughing, and he eventually breaks his gaze to chuckle as well.
“Okay, but seriously, why are you dieting?” His arms stretch across the table, reaching for your wrists as you bring another forkful of salad to your mouth.
A shrug is his answer. “I’ve just been feeling… I don’t know… ugly lately.”
“You don’t look ugly lately.”
Your eyes trail up to his. “You’re just saying that because you’re my boyfriend - you have to say nice things.”
“No way!” He leans further over the table, cupping your face in his hands, “Listen, if you want to diet for your health – fine. But I don’t ever want you thinking you’re ugly, because - honestly! cross my heart and hope to die! - you are-” (he leans forward and kisses you) “- gorgeous.”
! none of the gifs are mine !