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Song: "We Don't Talk Anymore" covered by Jimin and Jungkook
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M/N's P.O.V.

I knew of my husband's insecurities. I knew how mean some people were to him. I knew he thought of himself as a pig, but he wasn't. He was beautiful in every way, inside and out. He was perfect in my eyes, I wished he could see himself like I saw him.
So when I walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth, I saw Jimin looking at himself in the mirror. He had his shirt lifted up and he looked at himself up and down. His brown eyes held tears as he continued to look at himself in the mirror. I quickly walked over to him and pulled his shirt down and, then, pulled him into a loving hug.
"You are beautiful the way you are. Don't listen to the haters, please." I whispered in his ear as we stood there for a moment. I pulled away from the hug and turned the bathroom light off.

I gently grabbed his wrist and pulled him with me towards the living room. I walked him over to the couch and lightly pushed him down onto the couch. He sat there, on the couch, not even looking me in the eyes. I sat down next to him and sat a gentle hand on top of his knee. His hands covered his face, but I gently pulled his hands away from his face.
"Jimin, look at me, please," I whispered and he slowly lifted his head up and looked at me. My eyes soften as I looked at his crying state, tears falling down his cheeks. I gently lifted my hand up to his cheek and wiped away his tears.
"I'm not beautiful, they won't like me if I don't get skinner. I look like a pig." He told me as more tears fell down his cheeks. He, soon, started to cry and I gently pulled him into my lap. He gripped onto my green sweater as he sobbed his heart out. Every tear that fell down his beautiful face broke my heart.

I rubbed his back gently as he cried, whispering all the things I love about him into his ear. Tears falling down my cheek silently, but I quickly wiped them away.
"I love everything about you. Your personality, your height, everything. Please, remember I married you for you, your personality and your intelligence, not just your body." I softly told him, causing him to slowly stop crying.
"Remember when we were in the old dorm with our friends or your bandmates, and you proposed to me and everyone started crying tears of joy? Everyone was so happy for us. I remember how happy I was that day. Thank you for everything, my mochi." I told him and he looked up at me with a small smile on his face as a few tears fell down his face.

"I r-remember. I had Yoongi help m-me with everything since I was s-so nervous." He remarked, hyperventilating a little because of how hard he had cried. I continued to rub his back gently as he sat on my lap, his head laid on my chest.
"Thank you, (M/n). I don't know what I would do without you." He whispered as he laid his head on my shoulder, wrapping his arms around my neck as I wrapped my arms around his waist.
"But, why don't they like me? Why can't they love me like I love them?" He asked his voice cracking as if he might start crying, again.
"If they don't love all seven of you, then, they don't deserve any of you. If they don't respect you or your privacy, then, they aren't true fans. Pay attention to the true fans, the ones that call you adorable, the ones how love your singing voice or talk about how much they love all of you for your personalities." I told him, he lifted his head off my shoulder and looked at me as I talked. His eyes stared into mine and once I finished talking he leaned in and kissed my lips gently. He pulled away, looking me in the eyes.
"Thank you so much. I need that. Thank you,
I'm glad I married the love of my life." He spoke, gently laying his head down on my chest.

I was thinking of ways to lighten the mood and, then, it hit me. I slowly slipped my arms away from Jimin. I pushed him down lightly on the couch and started to tickle him. His angelic laughter filled the once silent room, he wore a smile on his face as I gently tickled him. 
"(M-M/n), stop that tickles!" He yelled as he laughed. I stopped and looked down at him, his face was completely red. He noticed my gaze abs quickly covered his face with his hands, looking away from me.
"Aw, is someone ticklish and embarrassed?" I teased, causing him to blush redder as he looked away from me.
"Stop teasing me." He whined playfully, climbing onto my lap, once again.
"Aw, are you tried?" I asked, knowing crying can take a lot of energy out of someone. He nodded like a sleepy small child, his hands gently grabbing onto my green sweater as he laid his head on my chest, again. I pulled a blanket, that was randomly laying on the couch, over us and wrapped my arms around Jimin's waist. I lightly kissed his forehead causing him to cuddle closer to me.