Bts reaction to you being insecure about having v small boobs Thanks:)
itty bitty tittie committee what’s up. i’m not insecure abt having small boobs so i’m probably really bad with these prompts but i’m gonna give it my all
“Princess, look what came in,” Jin said, entering the room with his eyebrows raised and a lingerie set in his hand. “We can definitely have some fun tonight.” You glanced over at him and bit your lip, not feeling confident enough to put yourself in that mindset.
“Sorry, Jin. Not tonight.”
His shoulder slumped when he put the lingerie on the dresser, but he didn’t complain one bit. He just walked over to you and put his hand on your cheek. “Okay. Why not?” he asked.
“Don’t feel too great about my body, I guess,” you mumbled, looking down at your hands. He grabbed them instantly, bring each finger to his lips to kiss them.
“It’s fine if you don’t want to have sex, but you should feel bad about the way you look,” he assured you. “Every part of you is perfect.”
You stared at yourself in the full length mirror in your bedroom, wondering why you couldn’t look as sexy as all the idols Yoongi spent his time with. You didn’t realize that he was awake and that he was staring at you curiously while you frowned at your reflection. “What’s wrong, babe?” he asked eventually, his deep morning voice making you jump.
Once you processed what he had asked, you sighed, turning back to the mirror. “I have no boobs,” you said, defeated. “I just wish that I looked sexier.”
You watched your boyfriend get out of the bed in the reflection and he immediately just grabbed a handful of your breasts once he was close enough. “Yoongi!” you screeched.
“You said you have no boobs,” he stated as if it was obvious. “Then, what’s this?” You pushed him away, face flushed from his action and his comment. He scoffed, turning away from you. “I don’t want to hear those words come out of your mouth again. You should never want to change the way you look,” he stated as he dropped right back down into the bed.
There were some benefits of having small boobs, you ultimately decided one day. You could dance freely without having to experience the pain. It was a benefit since you frequently occupied your boyfriend at the studio, dancing until you couldn’t breathe. Though, you probably would be able to breathe easier if you didn’t wear a hoodie to every practice.
Hoseok eyed you from the other side of the room, pausing the music as you took a break for water. “Should you really be dancing in that hoodie?”
You shrugged, trying to not look too uncomfortable. “You dance in hoodies all the time,” you pointed out.
“Yes,” he agreed, nodding, “but I take them after about one run through. You’ve been going at this for hours.”
You considered the options. You knew that he was right, but you didn’t want him to see you exposed for the most part. “Well…I guess I just don’t like the thought of you seeing me in just my sports bra. My boobs look nonexistent.”
His face changed from concerned to amused. He raised a singular eyebrow. “Isn’t that what sports bras are for?” he asked, and you frowned in response.
“Yes, but my boobs are already small and I’m already insecure about this, so it just sucks for me to have to look at myself, I guess.” You turned away from him, wrapping your arms around your own torso. “I don’t want you to see me the same way.”
Hoseok came up behind you, wrapping his arms around yours, encircling your waist and kissing your neck. “Baby, why would I care about stuff like that? I love you just the way you are.”
You sighed, scrolling through pictures of various women that you knew Namjoon had once been attracted to. They were all beautiful and terribly curvy, something that you would never been and something that you were entirely envious of. You felt your phone being plucked out of your hand, and when you yelled, “Hey!” you heard Namjoon chuckle.
“Why are you looking at pictures of Tinashe so sadly?” he asked, biting back his smile. You snatched your phone back, clutching it tightly to your chest to subtly cover what you were most ashamed of.
“She’s just…so pretty,” you mumbled, glancing back down at your screen, “and she’s got curves.”
“You mean that she has big boobs?” Namjoon asked, eyebrows raised. You scowled. “You have curves, too,” he pointed out. With no response, you turned away from him on the couch. He wrapped his arms around from behind you, clutching at your torso. “Babe, you’re not less attractive because of the type of body you have.” He kissed you neck subtly. “I like you this way.”
It wasn’t going to solve your problem, but it definitely made you feel a little better.
“Jimin, why did you buy me this dress?” you asked your boyfriend as you frowned at yourself in the backstage mirror. He had been so sure that you would look amazing in it, but you weren’t as confident. The cut was very low and you honestly doubted that you could pull it off.
Jimin came around from behind you, kissing the skin right behind your ear. “Because I thought it would suit you,” he answered, hands running along the sides of your body, where the tight-fitting material squeezed against your skin, “and it does.”
You tugged at the hemline. “But the neckline,” you whined, making him glance down at your chest.
He shrugged. “I don’t see what the problem is. You look hot. Own it.”
You slapped his shoulder, turning around in his arms. “No, that’s the opposite of what I’m saying,” you whined some more. “I don’t have any boobs to fill up this material. It would look good with someone who had actual cleavage.”
He raised both his eyebrows, brushing your hair out of your face. “Are you telling me that you don’t like this dress because of the way your body looks?” he asked. You nodded, “and are you the same person that was preaching body positivity to me yesterday?”
“No ‘buts’, babe. Listen to your own advice already.” He kissed you on the nose and turned to walk away, not waiting to hear your protests that he knew were gonna come.
You stared down at your resting boyfriend, wondering how he felt sleeping on your chest. You figured that it wasn’t the most comfortable thing around, because it was pretty much just bone. It was unclear if he was asleep or not, so you didn’t want to say anything in fear of waking him up. You settled for just playing with his hair.
“What are you thinking about?” he suddenly asked, making you jump. “Your heart keeps speeding up.” You giggled, burying your reddened face in your hands.
“My boobs,” you answered. He picked up his head at the sound of that, looking at you with a confused expression. “They’re just probably not the best pillow,” you explained.
He scoffed, laying right back down where he was before. “Feels good enough to me,” he replied, not worried at all.
“If we don’t leave in the next minute, we’re going to be late, princess,” you heard Jungkook say as he walked into the bedroom, but you were barely listening. You were about to attend a pool part with some of your friends, but you knew that you wouldn’t be comfortable throughtout the whole thing. Seeing other girls in swimsuits always made you self conscience. “Wait, if you’re already ready, then why aren’t we leaving?”
Maybe you had been ready physically for a while, but emotionally, you still weren’t. You just let out a sigh. “Oh,” Jungkook said, sitting on the bed beside you. He put a hand on your thigh, rubbing it slightly in support. “Do you not want to go?”
“I don’t want to feel like this,” you responded weakly.
“Like what?” he asked, soft as ever, leaning back on his hands and tilting his head.
“Like there’s not enough meat on me,” you replied, biting into your bottom lip. “I’m too skinny, Kook. I hate it. There is absolutely nothing that I have that you can show off.” He rolled his eyes, but secretely, he wanted to cry. He hated that you saw yourself in that way, but there really wasn’t much he could do about it.
“I wish you could see youself the way that I see you,” he said with a sigh. “Or anyone else, for that matter. Anyone else could see that you’re beautiful and there’s abolutely beautiful the way you are,” he contined. “I hope you learn that about yourself one day.”