RFA + Minor Trio with s/o who is super self conscious about her being overweight and hates her body
Always remember guys. Everyone is beautiful in their own way. It isn’t someones size, shape, or physique that makes a person beautiful. It is what is inside their heart, and how they treat other people that makes them beautiful. Always remembers guys to love yourself, because there isn’t a better you, and you truly are beautiful.
RFA + Minor Trio w/ a chubby!MC who is self conscious and hates her body
When he saw you for the first time, it was love at first sight. He already knew he was in love with you, but when he just saw how beautiful you were at the door with your red dress and small smile, pink cheeks, he just,
Every curve, every crinkle, every hair, every roll, he’s in love with.
So it breaks his heart when he finds you standing in front of the mirror, poking at yourself while tears slip down your face.
He cups your face in his small hand and wipes your tears. He gives you a tender smile.
“Cutie? What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
“I… I hate how I look. Why can’t I be pretty for you?’
Your words tear him apart.
For a split second, he is speechless, and though he is thinking of numerous things to say about your beauty, he just can’t because he never imagined you feeling like this.
He turns you back towards the mirror and grimaces as you cringe at yourself, but it doesn’t stop him from moving your hair out of your face and wrapping his arms around your torso. Being slightly taller than you, he rests his chin on your shoulder.
“Can I tell you about the first time I saw you?” he asks sweetly.
Yoosung grins, tenderly kissing your neck which causes the both of you to blush. “When I first saw you, I couldn’t believe my eyes at how beautiful you were. Through one eye, you were beautiful, and through two eyes, you were gorgeous.
“I feel as if… I have failed you in some way because you don’t see that you are so beautiful, and you feel the need to criticize yourself. You say that you want to be pretty for me?
“Well, you’re not pretty for me, you are stunning.”
You still cried, but at this point the both of you knew that the tears were now ones of joy and relief.
You will still feel self conscious every now and then, but Yoosung is always there to comfort you and make you feel better.
He makes it a habit to put a new post it note on the mirror every morning before he goes to work complimenting you and telling you just how much he loves you.
The cruelty of the paparazzi and news outlets did not help your insecurity and your self consciousness.
In fact, if anything, it made you depressed and made you hate yourself even more.
Everyday there was something new; a criticism to your physique, a malicious comment, or a picture being posted of every bad angle possible and you don’t even know how anyone got that picture of you without having been following you.
The worst were the comments left on your social media. They were mean and vicious, and though Zen always publicly told the rude fans off, and made it very clear he would not tolerate their behavior, mean messages were still sent to you.
You found yourself at the park, hiding behind a large tree as your cried, trying to push your body together after a fan of Zen’s spotted you on the sidewalk and started to harass you.
You hated yourself and you hated your body. You wanted to be beautiful for Zen, since he deserved someone beautiful;
But you see, you were beautiful, even though you didn’t see that you were. And when Zen found out just how much you hated yourself and just how much you put yourself down because of your self hate, oh, he was upset.
He found you behind the tree. How he knew you were there? You didn’t know, but you didn’t seem to care either as you melted into his arms.
He didn’t need to ask what was wrong, he had caught you picking at yourself.
So he just wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, kissing the top of your head as he let you sob into his shoulder.
After a few seconds of rubbing your back and letting you cry, he finally spoke, his voice soft and gentle, and soothing to you.
“Jagiya, listen to me. You are so gorgeous. I don’t know what else to tell you other than that. Every… shit thing that was spurt at you is not true, and never will be true. I am in love with you. I am in love with your personality and your body. I love everything about you.
“I… I can’t stop people from being mean. And I’m sorry. But I will always support you, and I will do whatever it takes to get you to see that you are just so, so beautiful.
“I wish you would love yourself more. I wish you didn’t hate your body so much, because this body is my favorite body in the world.”
Zen was right. He couldn’t stop the mean things that were said to you. But everyday he made sure you knew just how much he loved you and your body, and just how much he thought you were beautiful between numerous kisses to numerous part of your body, and many kind and sweet words.
She watched as the light in your eyes started to slowly disappear, and she found herself at a loss of what to do.
Jaehee didn’t know what was making you so sad. She thought you had gotten in an argument with your parents at first, or that you lost something precious, or that she did something wrong.
But then Jaehee found you criticizing yourself in the bathroom, your head down in shame as you continuously taunted yourself.
What struck her the most was when you said stated you hated your body.
She slowly came from behind the corner, startling you as she caught you in the act. You sputtered a few words before breaking down into tears but allowing Jaehee to pull you into her embrace.
She laid kisses against your hair as she rubbed your back.
“MC, why would you say such a thing?”
“Because it’s true!” you cried. “It’s true.”
Jaehee shakes her head, her nose rubbing against your temple. “No, MC, that is far from the truth. There is nothing wrong with your body and shape. It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful. Everything about you is beautiful.
“Please don’t ever stand in front of this mirror again and criticize yourself. Infact…” Jaehee released you and took ahold of the mirror, bringing it outside of the apartment and leaving it by the door. You give her a qussicle look but she just smiles, stroking your cheek with the back of her knuckles. “It seems that mirror does us only harm. So we’ll just get rid of it. We don’t need it anyway when we have each other to tell us how wonderful we look.”
Jumin is in love with you. All of you.
And he wants to show you off to the world, however, he can be rather oblivious to the fact that showing yourself off is not something you are keen on doing,
Mainly because you are afraid of the taunts you could get from the rich upper class men and women he is surrounded by. You’re taunts to yourself are enough.
But nevertheless, you agreed to go to a banquet with Jumin, because how could you say no the puppy dog look on his face and his sweet voice and words.
You had smiled and taken the lilac coloured dress from the designer hired for you by Jumin. You looked absolutely stunning in the heritage styled dress, but you couldn’t help but feel the absolute opposite of that when you looked in the mirror.
You turned to your designer and asked her what she thought, and though she complimented you on your poise, grace, and beauty, everything went through one ear and out the other.
The whole ride to the banquet, Jumin could tell you looked incredibly uncomfortable and sad, but when he tried to get you to tell him what was wrong, you just shook your head and said you were fine.
Everything came tumbling out when you arrived at the party.
You were in the main foyer for no more than three minutes when you started to feel that all eyes were on you, and that all eyes were judging you for that matter.
Hot tears were brimming in your eyes, and you pushed past people in a desperate attempt to get to the bathroom just to hide from everyone.
Jumin was quick on his feet and quick on your tail, not letting you lock yourself up in the bathroom. He stopped you outside the door and caged you with his arms. He frowned when he saw a couple tears slide down your face, and he gently moved his hand to wipe them up.
“Darling, will you please tell me what is upsetting you? Do you not like the dress? Do you wish it was a different style or colour?”
“There’s nothing wrong with the dress, Jumin, I am what is wrong.”
Jumin was appalled as you began to ramble about everything you hated about your body. You belittled yourself, called yourself ugly, said you weren’t fit to be his wife, and it disturbed him to hear that. Why would you ever say such a thing about yourself?
He stops your rambling by placing his lips against yours. When he pulls back, he gives you a gentle smile and takes a hold of your hand. “I could not bare to hear any more of those lies, my love. To hear you talk so poorly of yourself is devastating. It means I have failed you as your husband if you do not think or see that you are absolutely gorgeous. It is my duty to make you feel loved and wanted and beautiful, and yet here you are telling yourself you are not.”
“Jumin, you’re just saying that-”
“No, I am not. I am telling you that you are gorgeous because it’s the truth. It doesn’t matter what size you are, that isn’t what makes you beautiful. And even so, your size, shape, everything is stunning. I’m in love with you. All of you.”
Jumin’s words definitely struck a chord in you. Though you were still a little self conscious, you felt better going back out for the banquet, and other parties, now that Jumin was making sure every day you realized how beautiful you were.
Some days, you would still find yourself in the mirror, criticizing yourself, but Jumin always came to stop you.
Cuddling is one of yours and Seven’s favorite things to do. It’s a way for you guys to be close to each other, to enjoy each others body warmth, to have each others company.
But one thing you always noticed was how Seven never held you when you guys cuddled.
He never held you when you guys slept.
It was always him who used you as a pillow. He’d rest his head either on your stomach or lap, and wrap his arms around your legs.
At first, it hadn’t bothered you, until you realized that you actually craved to be held by him. You wanted to know what it felt like to rest against his chest and to have your head tucked under his chin. But whenever you guys went to cuddle, he just got straight on top of you, and cuddled into your chest.
You looked in the mirror one day and started to poke at yourself, and that was how the hate of your body began.
You began to think that maybe Seven wouldn’t hold you because you were too big, and he thought you would crush him or something.
Distraught is an understatement.
You began to bawl in front of the mirror as you couldn’t get the idea out of your head.
You had always felt a little self conscious. You had seen girls who were able to strut their bodies with confidence, and you yearned for that. Not only that, you yearned for their bodies. But you had never hated your body as much as you did now, standing in front of the mirror with everything on display.
Seven heard your anguished cries and was pouncing out of his chair and away from work, rushing to find you. He found you in front of the mirror, your face buried within your hands and your whole body rocking with sobs.
He rushed to your side, pulling you away from the mirror and holding you to him. He rubbed your back and stroked your hair, and hey, he rested his chin on your head since he was taller than you. But again, you guys were standing, and you started to cry even more as you disparaged yourself in your head.
“Baby? Baby, whats wrong? Shh, don’t cry. Don’t cry,” Seven soothed. “Defender of Justice is here to help and here to make you smile.” You chuckled at that, even with your sobbing.
Seven pulled back so he could cup your cheeks and give you a gentle smile. He rubbed his thumb against the tear streaks on your face and he frowned.
“Aww, honey. What made you cry so hard? Tell me so I can destroy it with my super strength and godly powers.”
You sniffle, rubbing your face against the felt of his jacket. The smell of honey buddha chips on his coat was comforting, and it gave you something along the lines of courage to tell him your concerns and how you were feeling.
But it was still hard for you.
“When we cuddle… do you never hold me because I’m too big?”
Seven pulled back from you quickly, his hands gripping your shoulders and an appalled look on his face. “What? Why would you even say that?”
“It’s just that you never hold me. And I want you too… But I understand why because look at me,” you say sadly as you look down. You point at yourself but jolt your head up in shock when you hear Seven snort and laugh. You’re pretty hurt, but then he takes a gentle hold of your cheek.
“You’re joking, right? This is a pretty shit joke. Because you are absolutely stunning, and why you would think your body isn’t is just ridiculous. Everything about you is perfect. And if you wanted me to hold you, then baby,” Seven suddenly swoops you up, causing you to squeal as he plops down on the bed with you on top of him. He sets you between his legs and pulls you to his chest. He rests your head just where his heart is so you can hear its steady beating. One arm wraps around your shoulders and the other slings around your waist, and he squeezes tightly. He rests his cheek on the top of your head, and nestles it a couple times, “you should have just asked. I’ll always hold you. I love to hold you. I love you.”
You didn’t feel worthy to be his model.
With that small smile of his and gentle voice, your husband asked you to wear a white nightgown and pose for him in his studio. You were his muse, the most beautiful muse, and if you were comfortable with it, he wanted to capture his muse in the most beautiful of photographs.
You weren’t comfortable because you hated your body, and you were incredibly self conscious, but you didn’t want to say no to him. You could see the adoration in his eyes as he looked at you.
V was the only one who could make you feel beautiful. But even so, you will still look at yourself with disdain and cringe as you hate what you see.
You laid down on bed that had been set up in the studio in front of a pink backdrop.
Everything was fine at first. He was making jokes with you, complimenting you, between shots coming over to kiss you.
But then he made a comment about sharing the photos with the world, saying how the whole world deserved to see your beauty, and you burst into tears, curling into a ball and hiding your face. He immediately put the camera down and rushed to your side, kneeling before you and wrapping his arm around you.
“Darling, what’s wrong? Are you in any pain? Please, sweetheart, what’s the matter.”
You sniffle, wiping at your tears and turning to face him pitifully. “You can’t share those with anyone. I don’t want anyone to see how big I am.”
V is taken aback, his stroking to your hair stopping as he looks down at you surprised.
“Oh, sweetheart, I’d never share these photos without your permission, but what do you mean by that? Don’t you think people should see how beautiful you are?”
You shake your head, pushing his hand off of you. “No, V, I don’t. I’m not beautiful, and you know that. You are only saying that because you are married to me and you are obligated to say it. But you know that I am not.”
V’s jaw drops as he reaches for you once again. He cannot and will not let you think this about yourself, but he has to go at this carefully. He can see just how upset and hurt you are. He could go on for hours about how beautiful he thinks you are, and just how much he loves you and your body, but it is clear to him that is not what you want to hear.
For awhile, he justs holds you as you cry, waiting for the right moment to speak. When he thinks it is, he pulls back and cups your face, pulling you towards him for a quick kiss.
“I am not obligated to tell you that you are beautiful. I could just not say anything. But why would I do then when what I say is the truth? You are beautiful. And if you think that whether you are a size 4 is what makes you beautiful, you are wrong.
“There is so much that makes you beautiful between your sparkling eyes, the dimples that appear on your face when you smile, your kind heart, your compassion, your willingness to help anyone in need. And I could go on for ages.
“When I look at you, I am breathtaken. After everything that has happened… I cannot believe how lucky I am to have gotten such a beautiful wife. Every night when I hold you, I make a promise to always protect you and to always make you happy. You deserve the world and more. You are my shooting star. You appeared out of nowhere in the midst of darkness and made all my dreams come true. And I will work to make your dreams come true.
“I cannot control how you feel. But I will continue to remind you just how beautiful I think you are. Because whether you want to believe it or not, you are beautiful. No matter what size you are, you are gorgeous, and always will be.”
He concludes his speech with a loving kiss, his hands delved in your hair as he holds you to him. For the rest of the night, you guys cuddle on the couch watching movies and holding onto each other.
For the photos he took, he keeps them. He never did plan to show them to anyone. He didn’t want anyone to think about stealing you from him first off. Only he can have such beautiful photos.
Saeran had no idea that you felt self conscious or that you hated your body.
The thought never crossed his mind,
Because he thought you were beautiful, so he presumed you thought you were beautiful.
So he was a little shocked that you approached him one day in tears as you were unable to fit into a pair of pants, and you were bawling about how much you hated yourself.
For one, he had never seen you like this before. So distraught and broken. You were always comforting him and always seemed strong and unfaltered. He was very mean to you at first, and you took everything he ever said to you with a smile, and you never shed a tear. And now, here you were in front of him in tears.
Second, why were you screaming that you hated your body? Especially over a pair of lousy pants that didn’t even look nice anyways. He’d get you better pants that fitted you better and were much more fashionable.
He really did not know what to do at first. He knew he needed to help you obviously, but he was really confused and caught off guard, so it took him a few moments to figure out what to do.
When your tearful shouting turned to just small whimpers, he calmly rose from the couch and sat you down.
He knelt down before you, and first, pulled your pants off.
He looked at the flimsy jeans and scoffed, resting his hand on your thigh.
“MC, these jeans are shit anyways, so don’t waste your tears over them.” He then proceeded to tear them up.
Next, he took your hands in his, rubbing the top of your hand with his thumb. “Have you calmed down now? Can you tell me what the fuck is going on without crying?”
You do as he asks, and tell him all of your insecurities, everything you hate about yourself and your body, and everything you wish you were.
The whole time, Saeran sits before you looking up at you with an almost emotionless look, but on the inside he is really upset. He doesn’t like to hear, “I hate how I can’t be pretty for you because of my body,” leave your lips.
It tears him apart to know you think so negatively about yourself. And it also hurts him to know that you think he would really care if you were on the chubbier side or not.
He has always thought you to be beautiful, and has always loved your body.
Saeran thinks to himself, pondering on how he doesn’t tell you very much that he thinks your beautiful. Your relationship consists of a bunch of cuddling, ice cream, his panic attacks with your consoling and sympathy, and little kisses. He realizes that compliments are hardly shared between the two of you.
Well, you always find things to compliment him on, like how he’s so strong, how he’s capable, and how brave you think he is. Even that he’s handsome he is sexy. And yet, he thinks he has only called you beautiful maybe once or twice.
He really blames himself for this, but if there is one thing he has learnt through being in a relationship with you and having escaped from Mint Eyes clutches is that there is no point dwelling.
He isn’t the best with words, but he tries, and he’s determined to get you to see that he thinks you are beautiful.
“Don’t you know that you are way out of my league? You could probably get anyone you wanted and yet you choose me, a criminal, a cheat, a liar, a murderer. And you’re saying you have to be pretty for me? When you are already… ravishing!”
You sniffled a little bit, whipping at your wet cheeks.
“You… you really think I’m pretty?”
“You’re more than pretty, MC, you’re gorgeous. This body is gorgeous.
“I don’t care what size you are, because I’m in love with you, ok? I’d be in love with you if you were as small as an ant or as big as an elephant. Either way, you’d be beautiful. And you shouldn’t be thinking about changing yourself for anyone, certainly not me. If anyone should be changing, it’s me, ok? Not you.”
You let out a breathy laugh as you moved yourself off the couch and down on the floor with him. You rested your head on his shoulder and wrapped your arms around his torso, relishing in his body warmth and relishing in how he kisses the top of your head and holds onto you. “I don’t want you to change,” you say softly.
Saeran lets out a small chuckle, tightening his arms around you. “Well, then I won’t change. Neither of us will.”
Oh no. He takes none of this.
You never like to show your tears in front of him, so you normally bottle up your feelings and just try to hide it from him.
You’ll only ever share your feelings if you think it is truly necessary, but you never seem to.
But of course, everyone has their breaking points, and one day during dinner as he puts out a huge meal for you, and you just look down at yourself, you burst into tears, confusing the hell out of your boyfriend.
“I-I’m so sorry, Vandy, you worked so hard on this dinner, but I can’t eat it. It’s too much and I’m trying to lose weight so I can look better for you. I just… I hate my body. I hate it. I’m so sorry.”
You were trying to lose weight for him?… not even for yourself?
And you hate your body? How could you say such a thing? He loves your body!
Though he doesn’t say it verbally, he cannot just stand and let you think so negatively of yourself, especially when he thinks that you are absolutely gorgeous and that there wasn’t a more beautiful being to ever grace the planet.
Comfort is not his strong suit. The mere most he can give is a few soft words,
So he shows you just how beautiful he thinks you are with every roll, curve, or lump.
He carries you to the bed and lays you down, and before you can ask him what he is doing, he is already taking your clothes off and leaving trails of kisses to every visible part of skin.
His hands caress your sides, stroking gently, and touching everything. He literally kisses every part of your body.
And when it was all over, he pulled you to his chest and kept his arms wrapped around you. You looked up at him confused, but he rested his hand on your cheek, and gentle gesture he rarely ever does.
Though not the best with words, he seemed to know exactly what to say:
“If you want to lose weight, I will help you. But you have to do this because you want to, and you want to do this for yourself. Not because you think that you being thinner is what I want. Because I’m telling you now, I love you how you are. I think you are beautiful now. So if you want to lose weight, then I’ll be your biggest supporter. But only if you are doing this for yourself. Alright?”
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