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Got a ques! What if yn is insecure of her body? How would jk react?

I have feeling, he would become too adorable

oh my god i love this ask 😫😫

Jungkook hides his emotions a lot, but anyone can read his happiness when you're trying to lift weights with him at the gym. He can't stop chuckling at your struggle, especially when you look so frustrated in that cute way of yours. This can be considered one of his favorite dates with you, though he can say that about each one.

It just excited him so much when you offered to work out with him after he mentioned going to a beach house for the summer, and he didn't care to think about why you wanted to exercise with him all of a sudden because, well, he's currently living the dream. He tries to suppress his feelings of joy but he can't stop himself.

When you start groaning at the ache in your biceps, he chimes in giddily, "Baby, you're only lifting one kilo. Don't give up, you can do it."

"It hurts," you whine and drop your arms. You longingly look at him with envy. He's wearing a tank top and leaning his shoulder against a machine with his arms crossed. He looks so good and built, and it makes you uncomfortable in your own skin. You can't wear a swimsuit in front of him even if he's seen you naked before; you don't feel confident and instead incredibly insecure.

Which is why you continue your reps and feel sore for the rest of the day. You need to tone your muscles and shape yourself—and let's not forget the waterproof makeup. You want him to be attracted to you just as you are to him, but he doesn't need to know the intention behind this exhausting activity. Baggy clothes won't save you at the beach after all.

—

Jungkook is comfortable with you, and you usually are with him as well. But lately you've been too shy, not allowing him to hold your stomach whenever he stays over at your dorm and cuddles you to sleep or changing your clothes when he's looking. You just don't want him to see, feel and touch your flaws.

The flaws that scratch at your eyes in the reflection, standing before the mirror in your underwear as you suck in your tummy. The sight makes you want to cry, and you cross out the idea of buying a bikini although Jungkook keeps hinting at it. You have to spare him of that sight, otherwise he'll stop loving you. God, you wish you had the courage to crush his hopes by telling him you didn't want to go to the beach.

But you want to have fun with him.

Jungkook casually barges into the bathroom, making you gasp and immediately cover your stomach and bend to hide any noticeable flaw. What if he sees that you don't have a flat stomach or completely smooth skin without stretch marks and cellulite? You don't even want to think about it, so you immediately yell, "Get out!"

"Woah, I'm just gonna shave–"

"Would you please just leave?! I need to shower!"

Confusion washes over him at your outburst. It's unlike you and definitely uncalled for, but he does as you ask and shuts the door with a mumble of okay. He doesn't understand why you're so freaked out about being seen naked by him, so much so that you actually yelled at him—a rarity. You don't get mad at him often, but he's catching onto something.

You didn't cover your underwear or bra, and that gives him an idea of why you reacted so violently. He just doesn't understand why you're being insecure with him.

—

He tried to bring up the incident a few times, trying to get you to talk to him about it, but you only blush and apologize instead of actually answering the question at hand: did he give you a reason not to be open with him anymore?

Is it because he joked about your strength at the gym? But you're not that sensitive. Maybe he crossed unspoken boundaries when he didn't knock before entering? But he's used the bathroom while you were showering before. He's been rattling his brain just thinking about why you've been so closed off these past few days, but he can't put his finger on anything and it hurts him to not know. Instead of talking about it though, he's just going to go with the flow since you're still a sucker for his kisses. That should mean something.

He has hope today since you're shopping for swimsuits with him, and he can tease you about the incident by saying, "you can try on swimsuits for me but I can't see you in a bra?" Maybe then you'll tell him what that was about.

He's treading lightly here because despite being a hostile person, he cares for you and he doesn't want to force you to voice your problems. At least he's learned to be a better person throughout his time with you, though he'd prefer you speeding things up by spitting it out already. He is impatient.

You roam the thrift store without giving a second glance to any of the bikinis while looking for the most modest one piece. Jungkook lingers behind you, his focal point being the opposite of yours.

You pick up a plain black swimsuit by the hanger and hold it up to imagine it on yourself. Jungkook loves black, and it does look cover up flaws pretty well. You hang it on your forearm and continue your hunt.

"Damn," Jungkook whistles before presenting you a red strapless bikini with a bite of his lip. Your eyes widen and a protest bubbles up in your throat until he shuts you down by placing it by the onepiece you picked. "I gotta see that on you."

You murmur incoherently under your breath but decide it wouldn't hurt to see it on yourself anyway. He doesn't have to see it if you just tell him you don't like it.

After gathering a few other pieces, two of them being bikinis of your boyfriend's choice, you reluctantly walk to the changing room. Jungkook stands behind the door as he waits, being the self-proclaimed critic he is.

You start off with the first swimsuit that caught your eye, and you observe your reflection without any confidence until Jungkook knocks on the door. "You done?"

"Um..."

"Let me see."

You quietly groan before opening the door. His eyes instantly shoot to your body with your arms awkwardly crossed as he drinks in the sight. "You look so fucking hot, holy shit," he comments shamelessly.

It gives you a confidence boost although you're hesitant to take the compliment. Your lips tug up to a tiny smile as you say, "Really?"

"Turn around, do a little twirl for me," he ignores your question as he spins his finger to his words.

You hum awkwardly before doing as he asked, earning a wolf whistle from him before he reaches out an arm to tap your ass, making you yelp. "You've been hiding this sight from me for too long. Try on that red bikini now. Oh, and I rate it 11 out of 10."

You giggle while changing as he pleads to enter the room with you, denying him of the bliss he so desires. The smiles vanish the moment you see yourself in the two piece. It's a pretty design for sure, but it's anything but pretty on you in your eyes. You can feel the waterworks slowly gearing up just as he knocks again.

"Let me see," he groans, "open the door, woman."

You shake your head to yourself, already having planned to say this before even trying it on, "No, I hate it. I'm gonna take it off."

"No, no, please," he begs, and it would make you laugh if you didn't feel so ugly right now. "Come on, one peek–" he cuts himself off when he hears a single quiet dry sob. You put a hand over your mouth as he furrows his brows. "Open the door," he demands.

"I hate it," you whimper pathetically, tears collecting at your lashline, "it's so ugly."

"It's okay baby," he sweetly coos at you, "we won't buy it then. Just let me in."

You unlock the door as the tears start streaming down your face. You're so nervous to let him see you like this, but you need the comfort of his gentle touch. He gets more nervous than you when you cry, but he knows for a fact that hugs and a soft tone of voice helps you the most.

But upon seeing the source of your weeping, his lips part and his eyes widen. "What the hell are you crying about?" he asks in astonishment. You don't even cover yourself when he stares at your body with so much greediness. You feel exposed, but your tears serve as a distraction.

He locks the door behind him and holds your waist. His eyes finally trail to yours as he quietly points out, "You've been acting different this past week. What's wrong, love?"

"I-I feel so ugly," you hiccup and snivel, "I hate everything about myself and you're too perfect, it-it makes me feel undeserving of you."

He palms your cheeks to keep your gaze locked on him, looking so incredulous. "No fucking way," he blurts, "I love everything about you. I know that sounds super cheesy," his cheeks flush in embarrassment, "but I mean it. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me, you know? You're gorgeous, smart, funny, cute and sweet; you're the only woman I've ever loved."

You whimper at his heartwarming words of reassurance and snuggle into his neck, sniffling and silencing your cries.

"What do you hate about yourself?"

"My stomach, face, everything..."

He pulls you away to crouch down and level with your lower belly before pecking it with featherlight kisses. It tickles you, and you laugh while he holds you still by gripping your hips. He finishes off the gesture with a lick up to your ribs, making you shutter, before standing up. "It's perfect, soft and very kissable. 100 out of 10," he jokes, cracking a laugh out of you.

He switches to your face as he kisses every spot, from your forehead to your cheeks and nose, down to your lips. He spends more time on your lips, kissing you as he runs his hands down your back. You clasp your hands at his nape, all thoughts negative or positive diminishing at his very touch. He pulls away with a final peck.

"I could look at your face all day, even when you're crying about it. Such a stupid girl," he flicks your forehead. You whine and rub the spot before he kisses it better. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah," you chuckle breathlessly, "better than."

"Good, 'cause I've been wanting to say it this whole time: you have to buy this fucking bikini. Christ, you look way too sexy," he lightly pushes you to run his eyes up and down again.

"Tell me if this is bad timing, but can we just..." he holds your hand to palm himself through his jeans, notifying you of his hard-on. "You've been depriving me of it," he points with raised brows.

Your eyes widen, "H-here? Are you sure?–"

He pushes you flat against the mirror and starts undoing the buckle of his belt. "Certain."