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(A/N: M/n's outfit is above! Thank you all so much for 142 reads, it means so much to me! I hope you all enjoy and have a wonderful day/night! ☀️🌈💕✨ )

Disclaimer: Insecurity and mentions child abuse.

Song: "Reflection" by RM
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M/N's P.O.V.

I scrolled through the hate comments that littered my Instagram page's comments section. The more I scrolled, the more hate comments there seemed to be. It seemed to be never ending. I'm a famous South Korean rapper, one of the best, or so I've been told I'm one of the best. But, that doesn't mean I don't get hate, every idol gets hate, it comes with the job, sadly. I tried so hard to look at the positive comments, but I let the negative take over my thoughts.

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@(M/n)_Official:

@(M/n)_Official: Namjoon and I had to go late night grocery shopping since he forgot to get groceries, again. 🙄😂

14.9 million likes, 510,015 comments
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@BTS.Lover123: You should just kill yourself. Your rapping is horrible and you're so ugly. I don't even know why Namjoon is dating you.

@Yoonseok_Is_The_Best: You are so adorable! You and Namjoon are so cute together! But, I still like Yoongi and Hoseok's ship better, sorry if I hurt your feelings in any way.

@(M/N)XNamjoon: You two are legit relationship goals! So cute~

@Got7_Is_Life: It's a good thing your mother abused you as a child. You are such an ugly person and you're so dumb, too! I feel so bad for your mother, I would have done the same to you if I were your mother.

@I_Hate_K-Pop: You are an ugly faggot! Kill yourself, you ugly, worthless, piece of sh*t!

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I threw my phone onto the bed. Tears falling down my face as all the hateful things they commented about me, filled my head.I tried wiped the tears away, but more and more kept falling.
"Why can't people be nice to me? I've been nice to everyone, I swear I have. Why?!" I asked aloud as I began to sob quietly. I laid down on the bed, pulling the blue comforter over me as I curled up into a ball, sobbing until I began to hyperventilate. It was always so hard to calm myself down, but I began to panic, even more, when I heard the sound of front door opening.
"O-Oh, n-no!" I whispered, pulling the comforter over my small body. I had always been short and small, even as a kid. But, ever since I had become an idol, I became stronger and I, now had stronger muscles. But, my height had stayed the same. Sadly, being short runs in my family, so I was only 5'5 and having a boyfriend that is 5'11 comes in handy when I can't reach one of the shelves.
"(M/n), are you home?" Namjoon called throughout our apartment. I snapped out of my thoughts as I heard his footsteps, he must be looking around the apartment. I didn't answer, I was still crying and still slightly hyperventilating, I didn't want him to see me crying like this.

I was taught by my mother, that as a boy, I wasn't supposed to cry, even if I had gotten hurt.
'Real little boys don't cry!' She had told me, every time I cried she would say this, before slapping me across be face to shut me up.
"(M/n)?" I heard the bedroom door open and Namjoon's footsteps filled the silent bedroom.
"Y-Yes?" I asked, but my voice cracked. I slowly sat up on the bed, quickly wiping my tears away. But, more seemed to keep falling down. I sighed quietly, pulling the comforter over my head, so he couldn't see my red and puffy face.
"Are you okay? What happened?!" He asked, quickly walking over to the bed, his voice laced with concern.
"I-I'm fine. W-Why a-are you h-home so e-early?" I asked him as I felt him sit down on the bed. He wasn't supposed to be home until 10 pm, it was only 6 pm, the last time I had checked the time. I pulled the comforter off my head, but I turned away from him, so he couldn't see my face.
"I managed to finish early. I really wanted to see my adorable boyfriend." He stated as he moved closer to me. I felt the bed move, meaning he was sitting next to me, now. I softly sniffled, trying to regain myself, but more tears fell down my face. My tears never seemed to end.

He must have heard me because I heard a gasped. I mean if I was him, I would be surprised, as well. I usually don't cry or tell anyone how I really feel, it's how I was raised, so I can't really help it. It was something my mother had taught me to do. As anyone could probably tell, I didn't have a great mother. She would hit me for saying something to her or even for just calling her 'Mother'. She was an awful and abusive woman, but I still love her even if she never love me. So
"Are you okay? Are you crying? Look at me, please, (M/n)." He softly asked as he moved his larger hand onto my smaller hand. I jumped back at his sudden touch, turning and facing him on accident. His eyes widened when he saw my red and tear-stained face. He grabbed my wrist gently, pulling me into a warm and loving hug.

Once I was in his embrace, I broke down and I began to sob, I couldn't hold it in anymore. He rubbed my back gently and whispered sweet nothings into my ear which slowly calmed me down. I looked up at him with tears slowly falling down my cheeks. He looked down at me, his eyes softening as he looked at my crying state. He raised a hand to my cheek, gently wiping away my tears and looked into my red and slightly puffy (e/c) eyes.
"What's wrong? I swear to god if someone hurt you..." He spoke to me softly as he held me in his arms, his hand still on my cheek, gently wiped away any tear that fell down my cheeks. I sighed in defeat and picked up my phone, quickly unlocking it to show him the hate comments that littered my Instagram, Twitter, and V-Live. I handed it to him, letting him go through them, he held my iPhone in his hand. Strolling through the some of comments, I could see his eyes light up with anger as he stopped and read some of them.

"You are the only one for me and I love you for who you are. You aren't afraid to be yourself. You're smart, funny, an amazing rapper, an amazing cook, handsome, an amazing dancer, adorable, and I could go on and on for days about all the things I love about you." He told me as he turned my phone off, setting it on the nightstand. I lifted my head up, looking at him. He smiled at me softly, pulling me over to him. He pulled me into his lap, making sure I was comfy. Once I was comfy, I laid my head on his chest, closing my eyes.
"You're beautiful the way you are. You have an amazing personality. Please, don't change because some people don't like you for the way you are." He whispered to me, causing me to open my eyes, so I could look him in the eyes. As he looked at me, a tear went down his cheek. Soon, his one tear was followed by more and he started to cry. I nodded to his words of advice, wiping his tears away softly.
"Thank you, Joonie. I'm so grateful to whatever god or goddess there is because they gave me you. I must have done something great in my past life." I spoke to him, kissing his forehead softly.

After a while, he stopped crying and I wiped away his last tear causing him to show me his small smile to me, showing his cute dimples.
"Why don't we go watch a movie or a k-drama? It might take your mind off the hate comments." He stated to me and I nodded with a goofy grin on my face. He smiled at me, once again, showing me his adorable dimples. My heart melts every time he smiles at me or even looks at me for that matter.

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(A/n: His dimples make him look more adorable than he already is! )
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I pushed the comforter off of me to show my black and white striped sweatshirt and my pair of black jeans I had on. I had forgotten to change when I got home, silly me.
"That sounds wonderful," I told him and he gently picked me up in his arms bridal style, walking out of the bedroom, leaving the bedroom door wide open. He almost dropped me a few times down the hall as he walked towards the living room.
"I swear, you're so clumsy," I told him with a small giggle as he sat me down on the light blue couch in the living room. His face turned red with embarrassment, causing him to playful look away from me and pout.
"Aw, is someone angry at me?" I playfully asked him and he laughed. I smiled at him, laughing along with him. My gummy smile showing as I laughed with him.
'He always knows how to make me feel better.' I thought to myself as we slowly stopped laughing.
"What movie or k-drama do you want to watch?" He asked me, sitting down next to me on the extremely comfy couch. I sighed, looking at all the options on the TV.

"I don't know. They all look so good, Ah!" I told him and threw the blanket, that was on the couch, over my head, dramatically. He chuckled at my childish behavior, clicking on a random movie.
"What is Moana?" I asked as I popped my head out from under the blanket, looking at the cartoon movie beginning to play. My (e/c) eyes lighting up with excitement and curiosity as it played.
"I don't know. Let's watch it and find out." He stated as he looked over at me. I moved closer to him, laying my head on his lap, pulling the blanket over my cold body. Suddenly, I felt Namjoon begin to play with my soft (h/c) hair. As he played with my hair, I could feel my eyes growing heavy.