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Body Insecurities Series

Members: JHope and RM

Body struggles: thighs and hair

(Jin and Yoongi found here)

JHope/Hoseok

You look at the shopping bag on your bed. You should be happy. You should be grateful. You sigh and take the clothes out of the white Gucci bag. Two shirts and two pairs of jeans. Your boyfriend, Hoseok, has already removed the price tags because he knew you would freak out. Prior to dating him (and still when you were by yourself) all of your clothes came from the budget friendly Homeplus store.

The two of you were supposed to meet Jin and his girlfriend for dinner tonight and Hoseok had taken it upon himself to lay out new outfits for you to choose from.

You try the shirts on and they look super cute. You eye the jeans with suspicion. Maybe you can just tell him they don't fit.

You hear the door to your bedroom open. You weren't expecting him so soon.

"Hey angel," he says, laying his athletic frame against your back and kissing your neck. "That shirt looks great. You should definitely wear it and the jeans out tonight. We need to leave in an hour. I'll pick out some shoes for you." Before you can comment he's off to the large walk-in closet. He comes back in with an outfit for himself and some heels for you.

When the two of you had first started dating you had thought it was both adorable and mortifying that he wanted to buy clothes for you. It was shit straight out of a romance novel. But the heroines in romance novels didn't usually have such ample thighs. Thighs that quickly rubbed the inner leg out of jeans. Chub rub. That didn't even sound sexy.

You had kept it lighthearted at first, asking him to not spend so much money on you; if he wanted to get you clothes Homeplus brand would be more than fine; emphasizing he could buy like twenty shirts and pants each for the price of a pair of Gucci jeans.

He had not taken the hint. "Y/N, I want you to look great. And I know your ass will look amazing in these. The denim is heavier and drapes nicer." He reassured you with a smile. And then you ruined your first pair of $900 jeans. That was half of what you made in a month. You had felt terrible. You hid the jeans and then threw them away when he was on tour. You texted him and said you had accidentally stained them beyond repair. It was somehow less embarrassing to you. To your shock, he had another pair shipped to your house. "I just love the way you look in these 😙😙😏😏".

So now here you were with two thousand dollars worth of jeans and your thick ass thighs trying to get out of wearing them, wishing they still had the tags on so you could return them. You hear Hoseok making happy sounds to himself in the bathroom," bum bum bum pa pa pa, getting ready, let's get it."

He comes out, surprised to see you still standing there in a shirt and panties. "Y/N are you feeling OK?"

"Baby… I can't wear these jeans." You say, folding them up and sitting them next to the bag.

He furrows his brow, "I thought I got the right size. I measured the waste of your favorite pair."

You frown. He was so thoughtful "It's not the size. They're just sooo expensive. I can't." You wring your hands together.

He walks over and runs his hands up and down your arms. A rare serious expression graces his face as he looks into your eyes, "It's my decision how to spend my money. I think you look great in anything, but I do think it's really cute when we match." He presses a kiss against your cheek.

You bite your lower lip with worry and embarrassment. You've always been self conscious about your lower body.

"I feel bad because my giant thighs rub through the denim." You quickly say, looking away. "I rubbed through another pair you bought and I was too embarrassed to say anything."

Hoseok looks at you, slightly stunned. It had never occurred to him that such a thing could occur. He wraps his arms around you and his hands travel down squeezing your butt.

"You think I give a shit about that?" His words are practically a growl in your ear now. "I'd pay $900 a night to see how amazing your ass and thighs look in those things. You know those are like my favorite things in the world." He keeps one hand glued to your ass while the other runs through your hair. He leans in and kisses your mouth.

"Hobi," you whine slightly.

"Mmm?" He asks.

"We're going to be late for dinner." You protest ever so slightly. He pushes against you, slowly pushing you down onto the bed, next to the jeans and shopping bag.

He looks up at you from the edge of the bed, his head placed between your legs. "That's fine, I plan on having my appetizer right here between these thighs I love so much."

RM/Namjoon (inspired by a true Quarantine story 😂👋)

You stand in front of the mirror. Shit. Shit Shit. You had texted 5 Big Hit stylists and none of them had any availability. Of course they didn't; there was an event tonight.

You lean towards the mirror again, scanning your hairline. You knew prior to Covid that you had one or two strands of silver (not gray!) hair on your head. That was normal as you approached your 30s. But you had always gotten your hair done every 6-8 weeks. Until you were under quarantine for the past 4 months and salons were forced to close.

You hadn't really noticed until a few hours ago. Your husband, Namjoon, was really the only person you saw. All your work meetings were done by zoom. Zoom had a make-up filter and you had a ring light; you didn’t put a lot of thought int your appearance other than keeping the Corona-15 at bay. But here you were. The bathroom lights clearly lighting up a large grey patch of hair. Silver. Damn it. BTS was having their first event in months. You would all have masks on so you were really counting on your hair and eyebrows to look great.

"Hey baby,” you hear Joon's deep voice say from the doorway. “You look great."

You look at him and pout. "Yeah, for an old lady."

"What are you talking about?" He gestures to the fitted navy dress you were wearing. "You look amazing."

You point to your head. "This."

He looks confused. Like a sad puppy dog.

You walk closer so your hair is at his chin level. "Look at it."

"Um… Ok. Uhhh… Do you need help curling it or….?" Your husband is too sweet and he is utterly obvious.

"There are like 50 gray hairs on my head," you moan dramatically and head back over to the vanity. "And I can't get anyone to dye them before the event tonight. I look old and awful." You know it's vain and not that big of a deal in the grand scheme of things but you wanted to look nice tonight. People were going to be taking a ton of photos that would be spread around the internet. You were used to the criticism that came with being married to a celebrity. But you weren't ready for grey hair.

To your annoyance he just laughs. “Me and Yoongi dye our hair grey all the time."

"It’s sexy on a guy. Distinguished!" You retort. “It's going to look like you're taking your grandma out tonight." You sigh and look in the mirror again.

“Please don’t give me that mental image.” He walks over and presses a kiss against the crown of your head." I think you look amazing. If it keeps bothering you, you can make an appointment and get your color retouched. Everyone gets them. It's a sign you've lived."

You relax against him, knowing he's right. He always knows just the right thing to say. It still doesn't stop you from looking for a headband to wear to the event though, which starts a new fad. #bangtanbands #tresstrends

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