From the BTS song lyric drabble game: Hi🥺 for the lyric drabbles, Namjoon + 10! <3
10. Baby you’re beautiful
Warnings: insecurities, lots of fluff
Word count: 870
It was date night, and you were dreading it.
Not because you didn’t want to go out with your boyfriend, Namjoon, but because you couldn’t find anything to wear. You haven’t seen Namjoon all week since they’ve been working on their new album and he’s been extremely busy, and tonight you were supposed to go out and have a nice dinner and then come back to your apartment and watch some movies. You’ve been so excited all week knowing you would finally get to see Namjoon, but now, as you stand here in front of your floor length mirror, all you can think about is how big you look in this dress. How unflattering it is on your body shape. What’s worse is the fact that it’s the third dress you’ve tried on tonight. The evidence is all over your room, dresses, shirts, and pants spread out all over your queen sized bed and shoes laying all over your floor. Nothing was fitting, you were so bloated from your upcoming period that you didn’t feel good in anything.
Taking the third dress off and chucking it across your room, you stared at yourself in the mirror for a second. Most days you thought you looked fine, not fantastic, but fine. But lately you’ve been feeling like Namjoon could do better, like he sees better everyday when he travels all around the world. You feel like you have to meet a higher standard because he’s famous, and you know it’s ridiculous, but it’s how you feel. Standing here and staring at the stretch marks on your legs and stomach, the little bit of belly fat around your middle, and a little too large thighs, you get frustrated with yourself for even feeling this way. It’s a vicious cycle. You don’t even realize you’ve been crying until you look up at your face, mascara slightly smudged.
You gently wipe at your eye, throw on your robe, and go back into the bathroom to fix your makeup. You’ll deal with the outfit situation later.
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After thirty minutes of touching up your makeup and hair, you decide on wearing a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. You know that the restaurant that you’re going to is a little on the fancy side, but you seriously couldn’t find anything that didn’t make you feel huge and bloated.
*Knock knock*
You took a look at yourself in the mirror one last time seeing your eyes were still slightly red, but overall you looked decent. “Coming!” you yell, making your way to the front door and grabbing your bag on the way. When you swing the door open you see Namjoon standing there in a burgundy button up shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbow, and a pair of black slacks with black dress shoes. He was wearing his thick rimmed black glasses and he looked incredible. You shrunk in on yourself at the handsome man smiling down at you.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he starts before noticing your glum expression and furrows his brow, “is everything okay, YN? You aren’t dressed.” He sounded genuinely confused at your current state.
You nod, stepping aside so he can come in. “Yeah, I’m fine. I am dressed, we can go.” You didn’t mean to sound so short, but you couldn’t help it. His words hurt a little, even though he really didn’t mean for them to.
“YN, you’re in jeans and a hoodie,” he trailed off, narrowing his eyes at you, “have you been crying?”
You immediately look down, avoiding Namjoon’s gaze. Damn him for knowing you so well. He walked closer to you, grabbing your chin and tilting your head up slightly. “No,” you whisper, very unconvincingly.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” The utter concern in his voice broke the dam. You shut your eyes tightly trying to prevent the tears from rolling down your face unsuccessfully. “YN, talk to me,” he sounded panicked at your sudden outburst, “hey, pretty girl, please look at me.” Namjoon rubbed his thumb on your jaw soothingly.
“I couldn’t find anything to wear,” you whimpered.
Despite the humour Namjoon could see in the situation, he understood that the silly sentence you just uttered meant more coming from you than simply not liking your outfit. He pursed his lips and wrapped both of his arms around you, pulling you close. “Baby, you’re beautiful. I know sometimes you don’t feel like it, and you see things that may make you think otherwise, but you are so, so beautiful. Inside and out,” he kisses the top of your head as you cry into his chest, “and I know me saying that right now probably won't make you change your mind, so why don’t we order takeout, get in our pajamas and relax on the couch. How’s that sound?”
You sniffled into Namjoon’s shirt and brought your hand up to wipe your cheeks. “Okay,” you nod, making Namjoon smile. “Thank you,” you whisper, looking up at him, “thank you.”
Namjoon leans down and places a quick peck on your lips, soft and sweet. “I’m always here for you, baby. Always.”
