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Rap Monster: He knew that you felt insecure about your thighs because of your stretch marks, but he actually loved them. He thought they were beautiful and make you even more special, and he would always remind you about how much he loved them.

“Y/N, you are really beautiful. Who cares if your thighs have stretch marks? They are beautiful to me.”

Jin: Like the mama he is, he would remind you that every part of you is beautiful, and that you shouldn't let what people think affect you.

“Who’s Jin’s princess?”

Suga: “Are you dumb?” 

 “You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met.”

J-Hope: “Did someone say something mean to you?”

 “Your thighs are just so perfect.”

Jimin: “Don’t feel insecure about your thighs Y/N, I have stretch marks myself.”

V:  ¨Don’t say that again, your thighs and body are perfect.”

Jungkook: “I think you are beautiful just the way you are, Y/N.”

caught in a lie 

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It was a Sunday morning and you were doing your weekly cleaning with Namjoon. Except all he was doing was whine and complain about having to clean the house when the others are out playing.

“[Y/N]! Why can’t we do this tomorrow or something?” He moaned, moving his limp hand from side to side as he ‘sweeps.’ 

“You know there won’t be a tomorrow because you’ll be too busy. Plus you’ll keep finding ways to get out of cleaning and I want your help.” You continue to wash the dishes, setting aside the pans once they were clean. “Aren’t you happy we’re spending time together?” 

Namjoon’s face softens as he moves behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Of course, just not when we have to clean. We could be doing something much more fun than this.” You could feel his hand traveling up and down your leg, squeezing gently. With all the willpower you could muster, you push his hand away, whirling around to poke him in the chest.

“Go. Clean.” You tell him sternly, his lips turning into a pout before sighing, accepting the inevitable. Thirty minutes pass before you hear a crash followed by cursing. You rush over to see Namjoon clutching his bloody arm, surrounded by books and decor that resided on the bookshelf.

“Joonie! Are you okay?” You rush over, eyes wide from the amount of blood on his arm. Without waiting for a response, you push him to sit on the bed and rush into the kitchen, grabbing a rag. After getting the first aid kit from the bathroom, you return to where he was waiting and sat in front of him.

“You need to be more careful.” You mumble and focus on getting the wound clean.

“Sorry about all your stuff.” He hisses when you use rubbing alcohol, fist clenching in pain.

“I’m more worried about you than my stuff. What even happened?” You look up at him and noticed his cheeks getting slightly red.

“I was dancing and I fell...” His voice becomes quiet and silence fills the air until you burst up laughing, clutching your side.

“Y-you fell into the bookshelf b-because you were dancing too hard?” You stutter and struggle to breathe as tears form in your eyes. 

“[Y/N].” You could tell he was getting annoyed at your laughing and eventually you stopped to save his ego.

“Okay I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Let me wrap up your arm; thankfully the cut isn’t too deep.” Once you finish bandaging him up, you can’t help but giggle about the dancing mishap.

Before you knew it, Namjoon pulls you forward and makes you fall on his chest, both of you falling down the bed.

“Stop laughing at me.” He mumbled, eyebrow raised to challenge you. You swallowed hard and bit your lip, very familiar with his dominate side.

“Okay...” You smile before it turns into a small grin, concealing your chuckle. “Did... did you mean to fall when you grabbed me? I don’t want you getting hurt again.” You start laughing again, burying your face in his chest as you try to catch your breath.

He begins to chuckle as well and flips you over, tickling your sides with his fingers.

“Joonie! S-stop!” You squirm to try and get away, breathing hard from laughing too much. You accidentally hit his wound and he gasps in pain, ceasing his attack.

“Are you okay?” You sit up fast and hit your forehead on his, you gasping in pain this time. The whole situation made both of you burst out laughing, eventually laying down to cuddle.

“Let’s do the cleaning tomorrow.” You smile up at him and move closer to him, relishing his warm body. 

“See? Why didn’t we just do that in the start? Could’ve saved me my body.” He mumbles the last part and you threaten to hit him again, shutting him up immediately.

“Don’t make me change my mind.” You warn him with a deadly smile before letting out a content sigh. “It’s nice cuddling with you so I don’t want to move anyways.” You feel his lips press a kiss to your head, lingering there.

“I’m sorry for not being able to visit much, promotions are going on longer than I thought they would.” Namjoon’s voice was laced with sadness so you grab his hand to reassure him.

“Don’t worry, I get to appreciate these moments even more so it’s worth it.”

“Thank you for always supporting me [Y/N], it means a lot to me.” You move up to kiss his lips gently, grasping his cheeks in your hands.

“I will always support you, Joonie, no matter what. Deal?” You stick out your pinky finger and he links his pinky with yours, pressing your thumbs together.