Scenario:

You we're standing in the corner of your shared bed room, a huge mirror in front of you as you had just gotten out the shower, a scale under your feet. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you couldn't help but notice the small rolls of fat forming on either end of your hips. You couldn't help but stare at your (non-existing) double chin, and pinching your cheeks. The stretch marks only made you feel disgusted with yourself.
Just as you were about to squeeze your arm fat (not even there girl you're beautiful girl) he coughed. He had seen everything you were doing, haven walked in to ask you if you were ready for your date.

**NOTE: We all have different insecurities, whether its our face, weight gain, or loss, height, ect ect. I choose to go with the Overweight insecurity bc it's something I suffer from and it is easier for perspective.

The way you turned to look at yourself raised red flags in Jin's brain. He knew you better then any one and knew exactly what ideas were running through your mind.
He slowly made his way next to you, pulling you into his arms.

Tears were forming in your eyes.

"I'm fat, and have so many stretch marks Jinnie... How could you have ever fallen in love with someone like me?"

"Because your perfect princess. Your curves, your whole body, the way you smile, the way you laugh, just perfect."

"But, what if you find someone prettier than me?"

"Who? The only person more beautiful than you is me."

He had tried to make you laugh, and it worked as you punched him lightly on his chest.

"Seriously though darling, you're gorgeous."

From then on, it would be all about you; showing you off to people, reminding you how beautiful you were throughout the day or attempting to make you comfortable with yourself.

He'd cook healthy meals for you (because you asked him to help you diet), but would remind you how important food was, and that small snacks were always okay. He'd place posted notes around the house to try and remind you how much he love you and if necessary, would bring up going to a nutritionist if you wished to do so.

"I'm here for you and love all of you jagi!"

He froze. N

amjoon took one shaky step forward as you stepped down of the scale, processing the situation meticulously.

"Joon... Why me? Out of all the beautiful girls out there, why did you pick the least beautiful?"

He wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your neck tenderly.

"Baby girl, you know you're the most beautiful girl I've laid eyes on."

"But I'm fat!"

"If you're fat, then I don't know how to breath. You see? Both are lies and you know that kitten."

After that encounter, he'd text you through the day to remind you how pretty you were.

Every morning, before he left to work, he'd kiss you all over, telling you how much he loved every part of your body.

He'd be extra caring during sex, making it more about you then he usually did. He'd be more comforting, and when ever you said something negative about yourself, he'd counter it with a positive.

"Look at all this belly fat!"

"Belly fat? What the- Baby, you know that's what I hold onto when I fuck you over. If you didn't have that, you'd have fallen off the bed plenty of times."

If it really became a problem though, he'd offer to help you lose weight, and if you seeked medical help, such as therapy or a nutritionist, he'd be on board helping you and being supportive every step of the way.

Being one with many hidden insecurities, and being also one of the most mentally broken members, the way you were looking at yourself in the mirror gave Yoongi flashbacks to his own diet, and self esteem problems.

His heart would sink, realizing that that was how the group had felt when he decided to go on a huge diet, and when he had complained about his image.

He walked towards you, broken, his whole body aching out of pure disbelief that you, of all people, would hate how you looked.

"Yoongi, how could you possibly love some one as ugly as me?"

He wouldn't answer, the sole sentence hitting him like a wrecking ball.

"I'm so disgusting, fat, and just so-"

He'd flip you around, kissing you harshly, letting his hands travel down your body.

"If you ever say shit like that, I'll have to fuck some good sense into you baby. You are the most beautiful thing in the world, now let's go on our date, I want to show off my beautiful Jagiya to the world."

Everything he did from then on would be just for you.

He wouldn't be the most obvious when trying to make you feel better, but he would try his hardest, doing research and keeping you on check, making sure you didn't skip meals and that you spent most of your days stress free.

He'd write a whole song for you, and when you guys went to bed, he'd rap the lyrics he had composed, just for you.

He'd text you constantly, reminding you to eat well, and would rename you on his contact list to "My Beautiful Jagiya." His nickname for you would also change, from baby to beautiful.

If you got to the point of no return he'd do his best to help you seek professional help,  therapy being a hard topic to brung up but one he'd do his best to suggest in the softest way possible.

It's the little things he did that got to you the most, and he knew it, so he'd constantly do them.

"Hey beautiful, come here, I need to feel your gorgeous body next to mine. Come sleep with me my sleeping beauty."

He couldn't even begin to believe the way you looked at yourself. Hoseok had noticed a while back how you'd complain about your body, but he had never seen your face so full of disgust as you scanned your reflection.

Quickly, he'd run towards you, hugging you from behind, his arms around your chest.

"Hobi," you began to say, but you were interrupted by a kiss on your neck.

"Every part of you. I love every part of you. The way your hips move when you walk, how your body is beautiful  when I cuddle with you, and the way your stretch marks adorn your skin. You don't need to say another word. How about we ditch our date, and stay home? I want to show you just how beautiful you are to me."

The rest of the night would be spent with an order of pizza and movies, during which, he'd lavish you with compliments.

From then forward, he'd make sure to remind you how beautiful you were. He'd kiss you in public more often then before, and when you asked why, he'd answer, "because your so beautiful, some one might try to take you away from me Jagiya."

He'd compliment every cute thing you did, and in bed, would try to please you more than usual. He'd send you constant messages of how much he loved you, and how pretty you looked every day.

If you looked for medical help, or asked to go to therapy, he'd drive you every day, and if you wanted to lose weight he'd take you to a nutritionist so you could do it in a healthy way, sharing with you his love of dance and asking you to join him for practice with the boys.

He'd blow kisses at you, then he'd yell out how gorgeous you looked when ever you danced, even if you thought you weren't very good at it.

"My jagiya is so beautiful but she is only mine! I'm so lucky to have such a beauty as my girlfriend! Just look at her."

He was really confused at first. Taehyung didn't understand why on earth your face looked so grossed out at your own reflection, until he noticed the way you covered your body while stepping off the -damn- scale. He felt his heart sink. He finally registered your actions. Running behind you, he'd wrap you in a tight hug while kissing your cheek.

"Taehyung, I gained weight again."

"So what Jagiya?"

"So I'm fat, and ugly."

He'd shake his head, his body feeling heavy.

"Nonsense, your the most beautiful thing on the face of the planet. You know the story of the beauty and the beast?"

"Of course I do Tae."

"Well your my beauty and I'm your beast," he'd growl, tickling your ribs to try and make you smile.

"I'm being serious Tae," you'd groan.

"So em I. Common, let's go and show the world just how beautiful you are."

After that day, he'd be extremely caring, more so than usual. Your negative thoughts would always be shun by his optimistic view on things. He'd kiss you constantly, and after practice, he'd send you a weird picture of his face, texting how 'the beast needs a kiss from his beauty again'.

If you seriously work out he'd help you, both of you doing morning jogs before he left to work.

He'd call you when he got to practice, just to tell you how pretty you looked, and how lucky he was to have such a beautiful girlfriend like you. He'd send you roses from a flower shop, and when he got home, he'd always call out to you like,

"Where's the most beautiful woman in the world?

Once he saw you he'd shout out
"Oh look! I've found her!"

Being the one with the most insecurities, and haven gone through the same brain process as you, Jimin would have noticed the way you we're acting since way before you even tried to tell him. He now realized what the group felt when he acted insecure, and just like them, wanted to prove that you were perfect. He had tried to let you be the one to open up to him, but seeing you like that had broken him.

"Jimin, why am I so ugly?"

He rushed to your side, pushing you down towards the bed. Getting on top of you, he kissed you hungrily, shutting you up before you said anything that would anger him.

"Jagiya, let me prove to you just how gorgeous you look in my eyes."

That would become a non stop night of adoration from Chim Chim, healing kisses on your body, mumbling sweet nothings, and calling you the most beautiful jewel in the world.

From then on, he'd do everything in his power to remind you just how beautiful you really were in his eyes.

Every day, before heading off to work, he'd make it his life mission to tell you one good thing about one part of your body, starting from your head, and ending to your toes. He'd always bring you small gifts, or chocolates, sometimes flowers, and he'd make sure you knew just how much he loved you.

One day, he had enough of everything, he was stressed from work, and insecure himself, so he'd say
"Why em I still alive?"

And you'd walk in, worried about his comment. He'd stop, look at you and smile.

"Oh yeah. Here's my reason for living."

If it persisted, he'd try and ask you un what way he could help to fix your viee on yourself, and if necessary, he'd suggest therapy if you wanted to try it, or getting a nutritionist, but that's only if you were okay with it and if you felt like you wanted professional help.

Being a bit newer to this whole thing of relationships, and the least experienced with this whole 'insecurity' you had, Jungkook would be a bit more surprised that you felt that way. He began wondering if he had done anything wrong, if he hadn't shown you enough love. He'd go to hug you, not knowing very well how to approach the subject.

"I hate how I look..."

"Look jagiya, your beyond beautiful, I don't know how you ended with some one like me in the first place, but you know what, who cares? Who cares what others think? You're beautiful no matter what your little brain is making you think. Now let's go eat,"

Every day after that, he'd bring you food, snacks, flowers, presents, and more.

He wouldn't want to make a big deal out of it, simply because he wanted you to realize that you we're just so beautiful, nothing needed to be changed. If you did still had problems with your image, he'd help you by going to work out with you, asking Jin hyung to make healthy recipes you could follow and make.

Eventually, he'd be the one loosing more weight than you, and because you we're so worried, you'd asked him to stop dieting with you, and just be there for you as mental support.

*munch munch* "You can do it jagiya!"

"Stop eating snacks in front of me Jeon Jungkook, before I kick you out of my room."

"It's our room Jagiya," he'd answer sarcastically as he watched you on the treadmill.

"OUT!"

"God, honey, I think what we actually need to work on is your temper."

"JEON JUNGKOOK!!!"

If things didn't get better tho, he'd definetly research ways for you to get help, (this is if it gets extreme), and would most definitely be there every step of the way.

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🐨Okay, but like seriously, wattpad is being a dick to my work. It takes me so long to edit and write one reaction because of how glitchy it becomes.

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I promise you won't regert (the spelling was intended wink wink).

Note: As of 2020 I have been editing these reactions and realized that some people genuinely may suffer from mental illness when it comes to their insecurities, so I rewrote it a bit more if it were to be on the extreme spectrum, and made it a Tad bit more serious. If you genuinely suffer from insecurities that could bring harm to you I beg of you to find professional  help. Please don't skip meals, please drink lots of water, and please keep yourself safe. As long as you exercise and keep a balanced diet, you are fine, and if you feel like you can improve either, then do so. We all have room for improvement. Overall, please stay safe!

I love you fellow ARMY'S.

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