Namjoon pov:
I was sat on my bed, as usual, going through twitter. Just scrolling and liking the posts of my friends. That is until I stumbled across an account called "Namjoonis_ugly". I got intrigued so went to their account and read their posts before going to the comments. Tears sprung to my eyes at the hurtful comments. People calling me ugly, worthless, disgusting, horrible rapper, unworthy leader.
Before I knew it I was full on sobbing bringing my knees to my chest and burying my head between my knees. And not long after that I could feel myself regressing but had no energy nor motivation to keep myself big.
So far into my head space, I don't recognise Hobi walking in the room before I hear his soft voice beside me.
"Oh namjoonie, come here baby, come to hobi darling"
Hobi picks me up and I Bury my head in his chest, chewing on his shirt.
"H-obi"
"Shh shh shh darling, I've got you honey bear, hobis got you"
I rub my face on his shirt and try match my breathing to hobis. After a while, I feel more calm but don't move, feeling so so safe and comfortable in hobis arms.
"Namjoonie bear, why were you crying hmm? What made my darling so upset?" Hobi asks in a soft voice.
"Hobi 'm ugwy" I cried, "and stoopit 'nd worfwess" I cry harder, grabbing hobis shirt and rubbing my face on the fabric.
"Oh darling, your none of those things bubba. Your my little namjoonie bear" Hobi said, rubbing my back and rocking me.
"Come on darling bear, let's go downstairs hmm?"
I stay silent as Hobi picks me up and carries me out the room and downstairs. I hear all of the others talking before they go silent.
"Guys, Joonie is sad and thinks he's ugly and worthless" i hear gasps until Hobi puts me into someone's lap.
I look up and it's eomma. Tears leave my eyes as eomma kisses my head. I Bury my head in eommas chest and cry silently.
"Shhh baby its alright darling. Eommas got you prince. Eommas got his handsome Prince" Eomma kisses my head and plays with my hair gently.
Once I had calmed down, I had eomma, appa, hobi, baba, buby and papa saying how beautiful, handsome and perfect I am.
If they are all saying it. That must be the? Right?
And with that, Eomma layed me down on the couch with papa yoongi andbi fell asleep. Safe and contentnwith my papa Yoongi playing with my hair. And only a few seconds later, the world went dark before unicorns and fairies entered my vision.
