Hi, guys! Before you start reading, I wanted to warn you that there are mild descriptions of hurting yourself, cutting, and that stuff. I actually am ashamed to say this, but I guess you could imagine the person in the story is me. Anyways, enjoy the story! 🙂 Oh, and I want to say Happy Birthday to our handsome boy, Taehyung! ARMY loves you, and we will always be with you! 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜
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Namjoon looked across the table from you, concern and sadness in his eyes. “Why’d you do it, y/n? Why didn’t you tell us?”
“I don’t know,” you sighed. “It’s just that I’m too fat and I’m not perfect.”
“Y/n, you have no reason to say that,” Namjoon scolded you gently. “As your best friend ever since we were little, I am concerned about these scars. How long have you been doing this?”
You stayed silent.
“Y/N!” Namjoon demanded. You looked up, shocked. He had never spoken to you so harshly before. “I asked you a question, y/n. How long have you been hurting yourself?”
“Several months now,” you admitted in a whisper.
“Is that why I’ve always seen you in long sleeves and jackets these past few months?” Namjoon inquired. He sighed when you nodded. “Y/n, you will never be perfect. Nobody is perfect. No one will ever be. You know that.”
“I know,” you replied, a lump in your throat. Tears were welling up in your eyes. You now regretted what you had done, and you disliked seeing him this sad and unhappy. It was so different then his usual self.
“Y/n, I have to call a meeting with the other boys about this. You don’t have to be there if you don’t have to,” Namjoon told you seriously. “If I don’t do anything about this, you will just keep doing this. And I cannot let that happen.”
Later that night in Namjoon’s room.. (Namjoon’s POV)
“So I know you’re all wondering why I called this secret meeting,” I began as I sat cross-legged on my bed. I hesitated, wondering how to start the conversation.
“What’s wrong, Joonie?” Hobi asked, seeing the worry in my eyes.
“It’s y/n,” I began, my voice breaking. “She’s been hurting herself for several months.”
“What?”Jin asked just above a whisper. “Why?”
“She said that she is too fat, and that she is not perfect,” I explained to them.
“She is not too fat!” Jungkook declared. “I know what fat looks like, and she’s not fat!”
“Thank you, Kookie, but apparently, she thinks she is fat,” I replied sadly, looking to the ground. An arm wrapped around my shoulders, and I looked up, surprised to see Yoongi hyung.
“Namjoon, I advise you to go slowly on this. When I went through depression, things that people said to comfort me didn’t really comfort me; it made me feel worse. Y/n is very sensitive right now, keep your voice low, and if she wants to talk, just listen. Don’t talk,” Yoongi advised me seriously.
I nodded. “Thank you, Yoongi. I appreciate it.”
“Has she been hurting herself? Like how?” Jimin asked apprehensively.
“She cut herself on her wrist with a knife,” I answered quietly, looking at the bed cover.
Jimin’s mouth fell open. “Cut herself? On the wrist with a knife?!”
“Yes,” I replied. “Like Yoongi said, she’s very sensitive right now.”
“Where is she?” Taehyung questioned, his brow furrowed.
“She’s in her room,” I answered. “Why? Do you want to try to talk to her?”
“Yes,” Taehyung nodded. “One of my friends went through this, and I know what to do.”
I looked at him, and nodded my head, lips pursed tight. “Just don’t say anything bad to her, please.”
“I won’t,” Taehyung promised earnestly, and slipped out of the room.
I knocked on y/n’s door. I waited breathlessly.
The door opened just a crack. “Namjoon, is that you?”
I exhaled shakily. “It’s me, y/n. Taehyung,” I answered. The door flew open, and I stared into y/n’s tear-streaked face.
“I guess he told you all, huh?” she looked down at the floor. “I’m sorry, Taetae. Can you come in and talk with me? I need to talk to somebody,” she confessed.
“That’s what I’m here for,” I smiled, and stepped in.
“Do you want anything?” she asked as I sat down on the couch. “Some hot apple cider?”
“Sure,” I replied.
She went to the kitchen and came back a minute later, holding two mugs in her hands.
“Here you go, Tae,” she handed me a mug of steaming hot apple cider. The cinamony smell tickled my nose and I let out a satisfied sigh as I took a sip.
“So, what did you want to talk to me about?” I questioned, setting my mug on the coffee table.
Y/n sighed and settled back on the couch. “It’s just that I hate myself. I’m so ugh, I’ll never be like you guys,” she looked sadly at me. “I am just-“
“Now young lady, you stop right there,” I cut her off. “You are not ugh, whatever that means, you are not like us, which is good. Don’t try to mold yourself into other people’s dreams, it’s great that you look up to us; but you should be you. Don’t try to be someone else. Just be you, y/n,” I told her, looking straight into her eyes. “And I want you to know, that I love you.”
She blinked. “You love me? Like, romantically?”
“Yes, I do,” I confirmed. “I love you like I’ve never loved anyone before. I will always be here for you, no matter what. Even when people abandon you, I will be at your side. I will never leave your side. You are my shining star, my y/n.”
She was speechless.
“I’m sorry, was that too much? I-” I was cut off as y/n suddenly scooted closer and pressed her lips up to mine. My eyes flew closed, and we shared a long and sweet kiss, till we parted breathless.
“Wow,” I breathed, feeling dizzy.
“Wow, indeed,” y/n agreed. She looked at me, tears in her eyes. “You love me even though I am not perfect?”
“Y/n, nobody is and cannot be perfect. We all know that, and you need to be honest with yourself. Promise me from now on, you’ll never do such a thing again, y/n,” I begged, holding her hand and cupping her cheek in the other.
When she finally looked up, she had a weak smile on her tear-streaked face. “I promise.”