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You’re not feeling the best about yourself and your boyfriend takes notice.
He knew from the get go that something was wrong. Your body language indicated how uncomfortable you were throughout the entire event, and it really killed him to see you in such visible distress. The worst part about it was that he couldn’t even take the time to comfort you due to the amount of people he had to talk to. So when you got home he sat you down and you choked out how you hated seeing him surrounded by such beautiful women with such slim waists and perfect hair. That they all looked amazing standing next to him while you lingered by in the sidelines. He took your hand in his and just like the man he was, gave you a lecture on every single thing that he loved about you. He was willing to go all night until you pushed him onto the bed, silencing him with kisses.
“Do we have to do this? You know you’re perfect just like this.” Jeonghan whined as he tried to take a hold of your hand. The two of you were at a plastic surgery clinic and your boyfriend was less than thrilled to be there.
“I just want to talk! What’s the harm in that?” Jeonghan huffed and sat back down. It was hard for him to accept, but it was harder for you to live with. You’d always been really insecure about your nose and now that you were older and more financially stable, the least you could do was talk to a professional about it.
“Fine. But know that I love you and your nose and I’ll always love you and your nose. Just don’t come out looking like a troll.”
You walked into your house and slammed the door loudly as you threw the keys on the counter. Jisoo was in the kitchen when he saw you walk in. He smiled at you, but his expression immediately changed when he saw the look on your face.
“What’s wrong?” He asked as you slumped onto the seat next to him. He brushed his fingers against your cheeks.
“I didn’t get the job. This is the fourth rejection letter, too. I just…what’s wrong with me?” You asked as your eyes brimmed with tears. Finding a job with a degree in Journalism wasn’t the easiest task, and it was starting to take a toll. You felt incompetent.
Joshua looked at you with warm eyes. “You need to stop being so hard on yourself. You’re 21! Everything’s going to fall into place. Give it time.” He rubbed your back as you finished ranting. Nothing had changed, but he made you feel better.
Jun was always the better one. He was better looking, he was more talented, and he was more charismatic. People gravitated towards him more. And, it didn’t make you jealous, but it made you feel inferior. Like you weren’t enough for him. So sometimes, when he would be out and about, you
imagined what it would be like if you broke up with him. Just to prepare yourself if that day ever came. But it was too hard. Once he found out about how you felt, he lost it, because he couldn’t believe that you felt lesser than him. His calm demeanor melted off and he was really angry. But you made him understand, and after calming down, he made sure that you never felt that way again.
Hoshi never liked to see you struggle with your body image. In fact, whenever the topic came up, he always found ways to avoid it. Not that he didn’t care, because God, he hated seeing you look down on yourself. He just did everything in his power to make sure you were always distracted. He knew that if you sulked around for too long you’d end up hating yourself to the point of self harm. His energetic personality gave him the ability to stay distracted for long periods of time. And even though you still battled it all internally, you were grateful to have someone who cared enough to spend all of his time making sure you were having fun. It meant a lot.
He found you sitting on the floor of your closet with your arms wrapped around your knees. He knew what happened, the dress Pledis sent over for the show that night didn’t fit quite right and as time was running out you began to panic. Wonwoo stood by the doorframe awkwardly. He wasn’t used to seeing you so hell-bent over a stupid dress. He wasn’t used to seeing you so caught up with your insecurities. He always saw how confident you were, how you led the way with everything effortlessly, so he didn’t know how to react.
“Just give me a minute. I’ll be ready in 2.” You said giving him a small smile. It was then when he left the door and took the clothing from your hand, helping you out of your pajamas and into the dress for the night.
Jihoon wasn’t always subconsciously aware of what was going on around him. Sometimes, he’d be so deep in thought in his own world that he forgot to pay attention to the most important thing in his life: you. So when you came home quietly and barely talked during dinner, he didn’t notice a thing, instead going on about his day as if everything was just fine. When he finally realized that you were barely responding, he got irritated.
“What’s wrong with you?”
That was enough to set you off. You went at him for not realizing that you weren’t yourself and how you had a terrible day at work due to some really rude coworkers who mocked your paintings. Jihoon’s expression immediately softened as he realized how much of an ass he was being. He came over to you and engulfed you in a hug, because he knew how much your art meant to you. And he knew that he should have been more sensitive.
Whenever something was going on in your head, you had this distant look and tended to stay quiet. He knew that didn’t happen often, so whenever you got really quiet around his female friends, he knew he had to step it up. DK repeatedly made sure you were more involved in the conversation and paid extra
attention to you. He knew how shy you got around big crowds of people. It was easy for him, he was loud and easy going, but harder for you, so he did all he could to make you feel included and comfortable. And that alone made your heart swell.
Oh, Kim Mingyu. He was the type to freak out over every single little issue you presented him with. Whenever you came to him with your insecurities, spilling to him how you hated this or you hated that about yourself, he went into semi-panic mode. He’d grab you and kiss you everywhere and keep ensuring that you were perfect. He was a tall, lean fellow, so he’d hold you tight and bury his face in your hair as he told you to stop worrying. He was a jokester and a free spirit at heart, but he always got serious whenever this topic came up. He hated seeing you so bent over flaws that weren’t even flaws in the first place.
Minghao really was the sweetest. There would be times where you felt uncomfortable with certain parts of your body, and just like the champ he was, he made sure you laughed about it. He was good about that, poking fun at your own insecurities to ease up the pain a little bit. He knew it would work because you knew everyone had issues, everyone had their own monster to deal with. His tactic just helped you laugh about it a little along the way.
Seungkwan was the life of every party. He was loud, charming, and downright funny. He made sure everyone around him was well entertained, even in the expense of himself. He hated seeing the people he cared about upset. Especially you. Whenever you’re down he’ll do his very best to make sure you’re okay. He’s a bit younger than you, so he’s not the most experienced, but all he knows is that he’ll do anything to make sure you’re okay in the end.
This boy. Being insecure around him was basically a death sentence. Not really, but he loved the hell out of you until you felt incredible about yourself. He’d do silly things. He’d write songs about you, rap about you, and draw you. He’d go out and buy you a dress he KNEW would make you look amazing. He’d sit in the bathroom and watch you put your makeup on and compliment every single thing you did. It drove you insane, but you understood why he did it. He wanted to show you how he saw you. He wanted to make sure you knew you were the best.
“Does this look okay?” You asked as you spun around in your white pantsuit. He stared at you before clearing his throat.
“You look…wow.” He blushed before finishing.
“Thanks, I know.” You laughed before placing a kiss on your boyfriend’s forehead.
He was the youngest and undoubtedly the shyest one. He was still going through a lot himself, so when you came to him with your problems, he’d sit down with you and talk it out. Then it was his turn to share his problems. That’s why it worked. The two of you made sure that you both had each other’s
back, always building each other up and being there for each other. You two were a team. So, whenever something was wrong, you knew he would be there to help you through it.