He Makes You Insecure

he makes you insecure

Yoongi x f!reader

Genre: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

WC: 3.5k

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tw: unhealthy eating habits, bad body image

nothing too detailed but just bc this can be a very sensitive topic to some!! that being said, im not trying to romanticize unhealthy eating habits or anything like that. as someone who has struggled with these things, fics like these hit a little close to home. but that’s what makes them all the more comforting to me and i hope this fic will have the same effect for anyone that also may also relate. plz be kind to yourself and your body, it’s beautiful and does so much for u!! lots of love, take care 💜💜

Coming off the stage, the soreness of Yoongi’s shoulder becomes harder to ignore as the high of finishing yet another successful concert starts to wear off. After the long hours of practice and leaving it all on the stage, it all seems to catch up to him all at once as he keeps his head down to hide his grimace.

As soon as Yoongi steps foot backstage, he’s immediately knocked back a few steps as you run into his chest. “You were amazing!” you breathe out as you wrap your arms around his neck, engulfing him in a warm hug. Wrapping his good arm around your waist and hiding his face in the crook of your neck, Yoongi grits his teeth and breathes in your comforting scent to help him bear the pain.

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not worthy enough ♡⊹ i.n

i.n x reader. genre — hurt comfort. warnings — mention of insecurities. wc — 1336 words. note — thank uuu nonnie for requesting! i know it's supposed to be a short drabble but i kinda got carried away. . . also requests are closed right now so please don’t send in any.

the thoughts had been dwelling in your head for a while now. annoyingly stuck onto your brain like gum at the back of school tables. you’ve tried to deny, deny, deny the negative thoughts but to no avail — your own insecurities took over.

the heat from the shower fogged up the entire bathroom, a contrast to the cold, small feeling creeping up in your veins, tugging on your heartstrings. your tears ran down your cheeks, eyes swollen from the amount of crying you’ve done. you had been crying since the night before, ever since jeongin texted you about having an indoor date, again. he had never taken you out, ever — at first it was under the reasoning of privacy. jeongin told you that he wanted to enjoy all of you, without having to worry about other people watching. however, after months of dating, it started to feel like he was concealing you. sheltering you from the world out of embarrassment of dating you.

the mirror cleared up as soon as you wiped it down, and you visibly icked at the reflection staring back at you. your eyes were a bloodshot red, face puffed up. you loathed the sight of your own self, hyper aware of the fact that you weren’t exactly idol image. your heart hurt at the thought of understanding why the i.n would hide you from the world. your lips pursed as you got ready. repeatedly, you told yourself that maybe it was due to management not allowing the public to know that he’s dating. or something along the lines of that. you sighed. despite not feeling the best, you still wanted to see jeongin. perhaps your boyfriend’s presence would make you forget about the devilish thoughts.

it didn’t.

the two of you were sat in front of your tv, a charcuterie board sitting on a blanket in front of you. an indoors picnic — your boyfriend had said. you rested your head on his shoulder, eyes glued onto his phone screen. jeongin was showing an instagram story hyunjin had posted earlier that day — a mirror selfie of him and his girlfriend. you chewed the inside of your cheeks as you nodded along to his enthusiasm, faking a smile.

“hyung finally made it official with the girl, even posted her online,” he smiled, “he’s so whipped, isn’t he?”

“yeah,” you muttered, train of thoughts fleeing somewhere else.

the more your eyes burned, the more you blinked, a pathetic attempt to block away the tears. the last thing you wanted to do was to cry in front of jeongin, over something so stupid as well. but you couldn’t help the train of thoughts wrecking your peace of mind. if hyunjin was allowed to post a picture of him and his girlfriend — what was stopping jeongin? you concluded that it was truly over the fact that you just weren’t worthy enough to be shown, that he was too much of a bright star to be seen beside someone as dull as you. venomous words continued to circulate in your mind, to the point that it had blocked out jeongin’s voice. without you knowing, tears had already began slipping past your eyes.

“baby?” your boyfriend called out, turning towards you. he placed his phone down, looking down and frowning at the sight of you crying.

the tears continued to pour, you were past the point of trying to stop them. they wouldn’t if you tried anyway — the burden of shouldering your own insecurities had crushed you like a boulder.

"innie," your voice cracked, "'m not good enough for you?"

"what?" he replied, tone softer than a nightingale's, "what are you saying, baby?"

you shook your head, your tears blurring your vision, "'m not good enough for you, you're ashamed of me."

he was confused, eyebrows furrowed as he looked at your crying figure.

jeongin cupped your cheeks, “who said that, baby? what made you feel that way?”

you didn’t have the strength to reply immediately. your body shook as you breathed heavily, tears carelessly slipping from your eyes. jeongin didn’t push you, instead he rubbed away your tears with his thumbs. you felt yourself get carried onto his lap, body pulled flushed against his chest as he rubbed your back soothingly.

“it’s okay my love, you can cry it out first.”

the words made you cry even more — although you didn’t think it would be possible. his green shirt turned damp from your tears, yet he didn’t seem to mind. the steady beating of his breaths contrasted with yours — bodies moulded together as your heartbeats mixed and became one. jeongin was doing an impressive job at calming you down, muttering sweet confessions into your ears alike a doting mother’s lullaby. you inhaled a deep breath before leaning back to look into his almond eyes.

“my darling,” he whispered as soon as he sees your visage, “you look so pretty even when you’re crying.”

your lips quivered, "i can't stop this feeling that you secretly think 'm not worthy enough to have you."

"how so?"

"it's just that," your lips quivered even more, "it feels like you're hiding me from the world. we've never hung together outside of my house, you've never introduced me to your friends —" you croaked, voice faltering.

your boyfriend rubbed your back, "take your time, y/n. i'm here."

his eyes never left yours as you gathered yourself, taking in deep breaths and trying your best to form coherent words in your head. your vocabulary was all jumbled — you were struggling. you were struggling but you knew that it was okay, that jeongin wouldn't be annoyed.

"i just," you took a deep breath, "i want to be shown off. i want people to know that i'm all yours. i want to hold your hand in public. i want to meet the people that you love, jeongin. right now it feels like you're hiding me because i'm not enough. it feels like i'm a different part of your life. it's not nice, jeongin, i hate it so much."

he blinked. excessively, as if he was blinking away tears. you pursed your lips, "say something, please."

"y/n. . ." his voice trailed off, "my god, baby. all this while i was actually waiting for you to bring this up. i thought you weren't ready."

"huh?"

jeongin chuckled, "i've been thinking of you know, making us public for a while now but i didn't want to pressure you. you know, being in the media's range isn't the easiest thing ever, so i was waiting for you to bring this up. i felt like if i brought it up, it would be sort of like pressuring you. that's the last thing i'd want to do, baby."

he pressed a kiss onto your forehead, "do you know how much i talk about you to the boys? seungmin's tired of it. and i have so many pictures of us ready on my phone, for me to post someday. you're more than enough, y/n, and i'm sorry i've been making you feel less. you are so beautiful, angel."

you wanted to cry — happy tears this time. you pressed your face into his chest, partially embarrassed and partially in awe.

"i take it that you're ready for us to be public?"

"yes, you idiot."

sometime that night you ended up dozing off in his arms, in between stupid jokes and heartfelt confessions. the next morning, you wake up still in his arms, but in the comfort of your bed. you rolled off his arms — if you didn't he might end up with a numb hand and you weren't ready to hear his complaints. you check your phone to see about hundreds of notifications, mainly from your friends —

"y/n! you didn't tell us the jeongin you're dating was the i.n from the fucking band!"

ah. jeongin had posted a mirror selfie of you matching your outfits on instagram.

the smile that formed on your face was wider than a cheshire cat's.

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duckie have i told you how much i love your writing … no? WELL ! I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH.

the “who did this to you?!” trope is forever my fave, and having it written out in your style + renjun has me absolutely floored !!!!

"I will always find you, Yn. You know that no matter what, they can't tear us apart, right?" — THIS !! this line had me glowing. please . i was so in love with renjun before this and i think it just got even worse after this fic…

can i teach you guys a tagalog word ?? it’s pogi, and i wanted to say that because that’s EXACTLY what renjun is in this fic. renjun pogi. (it literally just means he’s handsome but it hits different in tagalog ok!)

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bad boy!bf!huang renjun x gn!reader

1.2k words, hurt/comfort, tw: mention of bullying, wounds

a/n: ahhh hi niki !!! tysm for ur request, i hope ur doing okay and that mayhaps this will comfort u a little bit :( <3 I LOFE U TOO HEHE

You hissed, nose wrinkled and eyes squinted in pain as the rubbing alcohol seeped into the open wound. It was an angry red gash slashed into the meat of your cheek, running from cheekbone to jaw line. But it was the worst out of the physical evidence, and to be completely honest, the most damage was to your emotional stability. If you even had any left after this. 

Gingerly, you pressed the pads of your fingers against the opening, wincing again at the sting it provided. It kept you awake; after all that happened this afternoon, you wanted to fall asleep on your bed and never wake up.

Unbeknownst to you, your phone had been blowing up for the past thirty minutes with your friends and your boyfriend spamming you with worried calls and texts. Every memory of what you were supposed to do today had flown out the window as soon as the innate fear settled in when you'd stepped into that classroom and heard the door lock behind you. 

Everything had been a blur after that—

Your eyes shuddered at the memory and your breath was shaky. 

You dropped another bloody cotton pad into the sink, opting to deal with the mess later. Otherwise, you canvassed your form in the mirror: flushed and scarred cheek, hair yanked from its roots until your skull pounded, scratches on your arms to match the bruises on your knees. You braced your hands on the sink and stared at yourself in the eyes, lip trembling, willing yourself to stand up to someone—even to yourself. To be enough for someone, anyone. 

A bang! shook the entire house as the front door slammed shut downstairs. "Yn? Ynie! Are you here, sweetheart?"

Panic. 

Heart leaping into your throat—you were trying to breathe and crush your quaking hands into submission. You slammed your body against the bathroom door, fingers swiftly clicking the lock into place. 

You could do this. You could get away with this. Right?

Footsteps could be heard approaching your room from the stairwell, before entering the bedroom and spotting the closed bathroom door. A small sigh from the other side. "Yn-ah, you gave us a big scare. Are you okay?"

You backed away from the door slowly, hands cupped around your mouth to control your breathing. Why were you suddenly afraid? Huang Renjun would not dare touch a hair on your head, but still, you feared what might happen if he saw your current state. 

There was a reason why the girls at school fawned over him. They had fallen for the idea of his "bad boy" aesthetic, the motorcycles and leather jackets and smirks. You were lucky—yeah, you were lucky. 

"Y-yeah," you stammered, finally. "I'm… I'm okay."

"Do you need ibuprofen? A heat pad or hot tea maybe?" 

You lowered yourself onto the ledge of the bathtub. "No, no. I'm okay, thank you." You swallowed. "I'm, uhm, I'm sorry that I didn't let you guys know where I—" Oh god, you couldn't do this. You felt like keeling over. Did you even deserve him? "—I was."

A small thump. Renjun leaned his ear against the door. "Sweetheart, are you sure you're okay?" A try at the doorknob, the silver rattled but didn't budge. "I—"

"No," you forced from your lips, perhaps too firmly. 

Quiet. 

"Just… just…" Your voice fizzled out until you were sure your throat was closing up on you. "Jun, I—I can't…" A tear slipped into the scratch on your cheek and you almost whimpered at how badly it hurt. 

"Yn," he murmured softly, "please let me in." 

"You're gonna be mad—"

"I couldn't be mad; not at you." Renjun's mind raced with the possibilities, and unfortunately, they were endless. "Sweetie, please. Let me help you, okay?"

It was a few moments later that the door finally cracked open a sliver, and Renjun pushed himself off of it. He didn't know what he had braced himself for, but the image of your scarred cheek and watery eyes filled with fear was worse than he could've ever cooked up in his imagination. 

He let you open the door for him, before stepping forward, carefully and slowly. He cupped your face in his hands, thumb ghosting over the red. There was a sort of crimson colored rage bubbling in his blood and gushing through his veins, the kind of adrenaline that made him want to blame someone. 

"Who did this to you?" Sliced through the silence that had you holding your breath. 

"It's not important," you said, so quietly he barely heard you. 

He shook his head. "Of course, it's important—"

"I don't wanna talk about it."

Renjun snapped out of that crimson-tinted lens and focused on the present—you, who was more important than whoever had done this to you. He would deal with that later once he'd made sure you were properly taken care of. 

"That's okay," he whispered. "What can I do to help you, hm? Want me to clean you up?"

You nodded, bottom lip trembling so bad. "Just—just want you." 

Renjun's heart palpitated in his chest and he cupped the back of your head to press you against his chest. "Oh, baby," he cooed softly, delicately. "I love you so much, my love. You've been so strong, hm." 

He slowly rocked you in his hold like a soothing slow dance. You clung so tightly to him, fists clenching the fabric of his jacket as your body shook with quiet sobs. 

He just wanted to make you feel safe again; your bullies be damned. 

Renjun helped you to sit on the ledge of your counter while he stood between your legs to patch you up. Once the scratches and bruises were dealt with, he gently pulled your hair out of its braid and combed a hand through the locks. His touch was always delicate, always thoughtful. 

"You know I love you, right?" He asked you later when he had tucked you under the covers of your bed with him. Your legs were tangled together beneath the blanket, one of his arms draped around your waist and the other holding your hand. 

You made a small noise of acknowledgement. Your good cheek was smooshed against his chest, nose inhaling the comforting smell of his cologne. "Mm… I love you, too, Jun. Thank you."

He smiled. "For what?"

"For coming to find me," you mumbled. 

Your eyes were closed now and he suspected you were on the cusp of sleep. He smoothed a hand over your hair. "I will always find you, Yn. You know that no matter what, they can't tear us apart, right?" 

You hummed. "Do you ever feel like what they say is true though?" Your mind was a little loopy from drowsiness, but you felt him tense. 

Renjun sighed above you. "Honestly? Sometimes. But only because I wonder how someone as incredible as you would ever lower your standards—"

"I would never lower my standards, Huang Renjun," you cut in, then smiled up at him, shifting. "You managed to pass the bar."

He grinned down at you, leaning down to kiss your lips. "Mm, is that so?"

"Only by a little though."

He laughed at this. "Maybe they're right. We're not perfect, but we can be perfect for each other." He tapped the tip of your nose, cringing. "That was the corniest thing I have ever said."

You giggled, and the sound made butterflies arouse in his stomach. He hoped he could always make you sound like that. "As long as you don't get cornier."

"Then what? I go back under the bar?"

"Yeah." You leaned up and kissed his cheek. "But don't worry; you have a bit of leeway."

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request for established relationship!mark pls where reader comforts him while he’s in quarantine and reassuring him about the whole tds2 situation :((((

omg omg this is so !! i feel so bad for the dreamies, and i really hope they were able to find their own comforts through this situation :( thank you for the req op ! i hope you enjoy < 3

warning/s : hurt / comfort, sobbing!mark :(

you are enough — lmh.

in which you being there for him was simply all he needed.

“baby? what’s going on?”

your tired voice filters through mark’s phone. he hears the confusion and exhaustion clearly even though he’s not with you physically. he tried to look for any sign of annoyance in your voice but—

“mark? are you there?” your continuous sincere concern could’ve brought him to his knees.

a sob rips through his lips, “y/n—“

and it was as if a bucket of ice cold water was dumped right on you. your eyes widen as you hurriedly sit up with your phone pressed to your ear.

“baby, hey. why’re you crying?” your tone is light as mark listens to the ruffles of your sheets. he faintly hears you moving about before his screen lights up with a notification.

y/n <3 is requesting to video call with you!

a small smile tugs itself onto his lips as he hesitantly presses the camera icon on his phone. he’s wearing a black jacket with the hoodie up and despite him only showing half his face, you could tell that he’d been crying for a while before calling you.

“there’s my favorite boy. what’s going on, hmm?” your face was illuminated by the yellow light of your lamp. your hair was a mess and your eyes were so so tired, but all mark could do was sob even more at the love and concern you had for him that seemed to overpower anything else.

you watch as his face crumples, his head tilting lower so you wouldn’t see him.

“i-i just feel like i’ve disappointed them, our fans.” hearing his pained voice even just through your phone was excruciating. you wished of nothing more than to hold him in your arms.

“they’ve been waiting so long—we’ve been waiting so long. the guys and i have been practicing so hard and yet i just had to go and mess things up—“

“hey, hey. none of that now.” your gentle voice stops his spiralling thoughts as he stares at you through his phone. he sees the light frown you now have on your face and how you’ve started so pout a little at the conversation you two are having.

“you didn’t mess things up, okay? these things happen for a reason. no one’s disappointed in you—especially your fans. they love and care for you so much and prioritize your health just as much as the guys and i do.”

he watches as you smile gently at him, “have you opened twitter? everyone’s wishing you a speedy recovery. not one person is saying anything about being disappointed in you.”

your words were slowly putting his heart at ease. he was always surprised at the way you seemed to be able to calm his heart down no matter how far you seemed to be from him.

“i love you, my sweet boy. and they do too. we all just want you to get better and we know you’ll be able to come back even better than ever!” your giggles fill his quiet room as you imitate his opening performance of ‘beatbox’.

“i love you so much, my y/n.” he whispers into the phone, more tears pricking at his eyes—but now, they were because of your abundant love for him.

your smile warms his heart, the look in your eyes was something he wished to cherish forever. “i’m sorry i can’t be there with you.”

mark immediately shakes his head, his eyes shining towards you.

“your presence is more than enough for me.”

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rather short !! but i hope you enjoyed this nonetheless op ! :DDD

request for established relationship!mark pls where reader comforts him while he’s in quarantine and reassuring him about the whole tds2 situation :((((

omg omg this is so !! i feel so bad for the dreamies, and i really hope they were able to find their own comforts through this situation :( thank you for the req op ! i hope you enjoy < 3

warning/s : hurt / comfort, sobbing!mark :(

you are enough — lmh.

in which you being there for him was simply all he needed.

“baby? what’s going on?”

your tired voice filters through mark’s phone. he hears the confusion and exhaustion clearly even though he’s not with you physically. he tried to look for any sign of annoyance in your voice but—

“mark? are you there?” your continuous sincere concern could’ve brought him to his knees.

a sob rips through his lips, “y/n—“

and it was as if a bucket of ice cold water was dumped right on you. your eyes widen as you hurriedly sit up with your phone pressed to your ear.

“baby, hey. why’re you crying?” your tone is light as mark listens to the ruffles of your sheets. he faintly hears you moving about before his screen lights up with a notification.

y/n <3 is requesting to video call with you!

a small smile tugs itself onto his lips as he hesitantly presses the camera icon on his phone. he’s wearing a black jacket with the hoodie up and despite him only showing half his face, you could tell that he’d been crying for a while before calling you.

“there’s my favorite boy. what’s going on, hmm?” your face was illuminated by the yellow light of your lamp. your hair was a mess and your eyes were so so tired, but all mark could do was sob even more at the love and concern you had for him that seemed to overpower anything else.

you watch as his face crumples, his head tilting lower so you wouldn’t see him.

“i-i just feel like i’ve disappointed them, our fans.” hearing his pained voice even just through your phone was excruciating. you wished of nothing more than to hold him in your arms.

“they’ve been waiting so long—we’ve been waiting so long. the guys and i have been practicing so hard and yet i just had to go and mess things up—“

“hey, hey. none of that now.” your gentle voice stops his spiralling thoughts as he stares at you through his phone. he sees the light frown you now have on your face and how you’ve started so pout a little at the conversation you two are having.

“you didn’t mess things up, okay? these things happen for a reason. no one’s disappointed in you—especially your fans. they love and care for you so much and prioritize your health just as much as the guys and i do.”

he watches as you smile gently at him, “have you opened twitter? everyone’s wishing you a speedy recovery. not one person is saying anything about being disappointed in you.”

your words were slowly putting his heart at ease. he was always surprised at the way you seemed to be able to calm his heart down no matter how far you seemed to be from him.

“i love you, my sweet boy. and they do too. we all just want you to get better and we know you’ll be able to come back even better than ever!” your giggles fill his quiet room as you imitate his opening performance of ‘beatbox’.

“i love you so much, my y/n.” he whispers into the phone, more tears pricking at his eyes—but now, they were because of your abundant love for him.

your smile warms his heart, the look in your eyes was something he wished to cherish forever. “i’m sorry i can’t be there with you.”

mark immediately shakes his head, his eyes shining towards you.

“your presence is more than enough for me.”

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rather short !! but i hope you enjoyed this nonetheless op ! :DDD

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