Namjoon stealthily opened the door to your house and crept inside. He was planning on surprising you by coming earlier than expected due to his photo-shoot ending early. He smiled to himself as he imagined the look on your face when you saw him.

Unable to find you in the living room or kitchen Namjoon then heard a sound from your bedroom. He quickly walked over, pushing the door open with a joyous: “Honey, I’m home!”

The look he saw on your face as your head whipped around from where you were sitting on the floor was not the one he expected. There was surprise, alright, but there was no smile, no joy at seeing him here. Instead he was greeted by the sight of your tears, your eyes red and puffy as if though you’d been crying for a while.

You immediately tried to wipe the tears away and stop the sobs but before you managed to do much Namjoon was by your side on the floor, concern plain on his face.

“What’s wrong, jagi? Did something happen? Are you okay?”

As Namjoon flooded you with questions you couldn’t hold the tears back anymore, they began flowing freely again and you hid your face in your hands.

“I… I’m sorry… Namjoon…” You said between sobs, shoulders shaking slightly. “I know I’m not… pretty enough… for you… and I can’t… look like all those… model girls… so…”

It was then that Namjoon noticed the magazines on the floor next to you. All of them had pictures of unnaturally skinny, pretty girls who had probably been photoshopped to no end. You didn’t seem to care, though. You kept blabbering on, voice coming out muffled through your hands and your sobs, about how you weren’t as pretty as all the girls around him, how you could never have a body like theirs and how he could go get a better girlfriend if he wanted because you weren’t good enough for a star like him.

“______!” Namjoon said sharply once the shock of what was happening let him speak.

You stopped talking and looked up, still sobbing. Namjoon had never snapped at you before, in fact you rarely heard him sound angry at all. The surprise was big enough to make you freeze when you looked at his face and saw that he hadn’t just said that to get your attention, he looked really angry. His brows were knitted together and his mouth set in a firm frown, his dark eyes boring into yours.

“Did someone say something to make you think that?” He asked, knowing that sometimes comments online about him and his group were harsh and you were a sensitive person.

You shook your head. You’d just been looking at the magazines and… well, it was just one of those days where you didn’t feel in any way pretty and you’d started thinking that Namjoon would probably look great with one of these pretty model girls rather than you. Even if you worked out like a maniac you’d never have a body like that. Plus, he had thousands of fans who were all prettier than you probably and…

“Well, stop thinking it!” Namjoon’s stern tone brought you out of your second downwards spiral, making you jump.

“______,” His features softened a bit and he put a warm hand on your cheek, “don’t be silly. Even if those magazine models weren’t photoshopped like crazy I still wouldn’t want any of them over you. Just look at you, you’re more beautiful than all of them put together.”

You shook your head, tears streaming down onto Namjoon’s hand. “Don’t just say things you think will make me feel better.” You chided, not wanting to hear empty words just now.

“I’m not.” Namjoon stated firmly. He took your face in both hands now and had you look directly at him.

“______, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever met. Not those girls in the magazines, you. I don’t care how skinny they are or how cute and pretty and perfectly shaped, none of them can hold a candle to you. I love your body exactly the way it is, with all its beautiful curves and its own perfect shape. I won’t ever leave you for some random model girl no matter what she looks like because I love the way you look and I can’t imagine a more perfect girl.”

You’d tried to interrupt at some point during his speech but Namjoon had simply put his thumb against your lips, silencing you. You were still crying but now it wasn’t because of the magazine girls, it was because you couldn’t believe you’d been so lucky as to get this wonderful guy to like you.

Namjoon smiled, pulling you in for a soft, tear soaked kiss.

Once he pulled away he added; “Besides, do you know what a boring personality those girls have? I’d much rather have your silly jokes and good conversations than vague idiots who can’t talk about anything other than fashion and makeup.”

You laughed at his final comment, feeling infinitely better. How he had managed it you weren’t sure but you truly felt okay with your body for the moment. Who would want to be a pretty, skinny girl if you couldn’t have Namjoon at the same time?

A/N: Requested by mopselnator on tumblr. Original here (x)