Moonbyul Drabble: Insecurities
Moonbyul Prompt: Sorry if requests are closed ;-; I’m just having a rough time with my self esteem and wanted to know if you could make a Moonbyul + female reader where MB comes home and finds her girlfriend Crying from all the hate of her weight/looks, and that she’s Caucasian, resulting in lots a fluff and ends with some intimacy(but not necessarily sex, maybe some passionate kisses on the neck, forehead, etc. and lots of cuddles). I feel it could cheer me up a bit since she’s my UB. Thanks! Love your blog btw
You stared critically at your reflection, turning your body sideways, twisting so you could see your back. Sighing deeply, you flop down onto the bed, taking out your phone, hoping to distract yourself from your inner thoughts… But it’s filled with notifications from your Instagram, regarding your recent photo with Byulyi.
‘Who is this girl? What is she doing with Byulyi?’
‘She doesn’t deserve to be with Byulyi! Look at her!’
“She’s white. Why didn’t Byul choose a Korean woman like Solar?’
The comments are almost endless as you scroll further and further down the pages. It’s imprinting a sense of ugliness in your mind. You feel yourself tearing up, using the back of your hand to wipe away the tears that are flowing.
Soon, you’re lying on the bed, clutching the duvet, tears falling like an endless stream down your face. You’re shaking, sobbing. The insecurities that you’ve tried to hide are finally sneaking out of the cracks. The insults are seeping into your mind. You lay there for hours, contemplating. ‘Why does Byul even want me..’
You’re too deep in thought, and don’t hear the door click open, or the soft padding of footsteps. “Y/N?” says a soft voice, breaking you out of your daze. “H-Have you been crying?” she stutters, rushing quickly to cradle your face.
You look away from her, averting your eyes so she doesn’t see the sadness that’s been building up since you started dating. “Byul… It’s fine.” You say, turning yourself away from her completely, hiding away from a worried gaze.
She softly pulls your hands away from your face, eyes widening at the puffiness of your eyes. “It’s not nothing.” she says, tilting your head so your eyes meet. “It can’t be nothing if you’re like this. Tell me what’s wrong.”
After what feels like a lifetime of silence, you whisper. “Byul?” She replies with a soft hum. “Why do you love me?”
“What do you mean?” she asks.
“I don’t deserve you! I can’t be what you want me to be!” you scream. More and more of those wretched tears are escaping.
“No,” she said, bringing her hands to wipe your tears. “I love you, Y/N. I’ve loved you since the day you tripped over air and spilt coffee on my favourite shirt. I knew what I was getting into when we started our relationship.” her voice cracked.
“I can’t compare to any of those people! Krystal! Yongsun! I can’t live up to those standards. They’re so pretty and I’m… I’m not.”
“What?! They don’t mean nearly as much to me as you do! And besides-”
“You call me soft, Byul. I want to be desirable for you! I don’t want to be soft, like a freaking blanket or pillow.”
“You are beautiful, Y/N,” Byul whispered, her lips grazing, but not touching yours. “You’re beautiful and soft. Why do you hate these?” she says, hands gliding over your waist from your hips. “I love your curves.”
You sniff quietly, feeling her fingers splaying over your jaws. “R-Really?”
“I love you! and only you. Please don’t doubt it.” Your eyes widen. Byul clears her throat, eyes averting from yours.
You can’t help but smile at her confession. Her words spreading warmth around your body, filling you with love.
You feel sudden movement before you’re pinned down onto the bed, wrists pinned beside your head. “Do you want me to show you how much i love you?” she teases, head moving down to kiss you on the neck. You giggle at the ticklish feeling, squirming under her grasp.
“Byul!” you laugh, “Stop! You’re tickling me!” you squirm, her hands going down to tickle your sides as well. You can feel the vibrations of her chuckling into your neck.
She finally stops, letting you recover, listening to the rise and fall of your chest. She leans down to kiss you deeply, but softly, letting you take the reins for once.
Afterwards, she pulls you to rest on her chest. Allowing you to listen to the heartbeat that lulls you to sleep. Her arm draped over your shoulders, humming a soft lullaby.
You drift to sleep, heart feeling lighter.
-Admin C Happy Birthday Anon <3 (also I totally rushed the ending oops. It’s 1am though and I’m tired xD)
