Jimin stood in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection. His cheeks, soft and full, curved upward as he tried to smile, but the weight of his thoughts dampened any genuine expression. He wondered if Jungkook truly saw him, if he really appreciated all that he was. What if I had smaller cheeks, bright pink lips, or a thinner waist? The doubts swirled in his mind, fueled by insecurities he never voiced aloud.
Jungkook, always so sure of himself, seemed to glide through life effortlessly. He didn't need validation the way Jimin did. Jimin often wondered if Jungkook noticed these little things about him-or if he longed for something else, something different.
The apartment was quiet except for the distant hum of city life outside the window. Jimin sighed, pushing his hands through his soft, brown hair. He wondered if maybe, just maybe, Jungkook had a "small girl fantasy"-someone delicate, someone who fit into that ideal of what people found cute and desirable. Jimin was none of those things. He had a big laugh, a big personality, and a presence that could fill a room, even when he didn't want it to.
"Baby, would you still love me?" Jimin whispered to himself, his voice filled with uncertainty. "Though I got a big laugh, big voice, and big personality... would you guarantee?"
He turned away from the mirror and walked over to the couch, pulling his knees up to his chest. He could hear Jungkook coming home, the sound of the keys in the door always signaling his arrival. Jimin's heart ached. He loved Jungkook, but sometimes he felt like he wasn't enough. He was afraid Jungkook might be holding onto a fantasy that Jimin could never fulfill.
The door opened, and Jungkook walked in, his face lighting up the moment he saw Jimin. He had a big grin, his usual post-training glow radiating through his every movement. "Hey, you," he said, crossing the room and sitting beside him, looking at Jimin with those eyes that always seemed to brighten whenever they were together. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to Jimin's temple, but Jimin pulled away slightly, unable to hide the storm of emotions inside him.
Jungkook blinked, concern flashing across his face. He tilted his head, confused by Jimin's sudden distance. "What's wrong, Jimin?" Jungkook asked softly, his brow furrowing in that way he always did when he was worried. "You've been quiet lately."
Jimin hesitated, staring down at his hands. His thumb absentmindedly traced the lines of his palm, as if that small distraction could hide the whirlwind inside him. "Do you ever wish I was different?" he asked softly, barely above a whisper.
Jungkook blinked again, more confused now. "Different? What do you mean?"
Jimin swallowed the lump in his throat. His voice trembled as he spoke. "Like... someone smaller, prettier, maybe with long brown hair and a thin waist? Someone you'd want to hold all the time?"
The room went silent for a moment. Jungkook stared at Jimin, clearly caught off guard by his words. Slowly, he reached out, placing his hand gently over Jimin's. "What? Where is this coming from?"
Jimin let out a shaky breath, the feelings he'd kept bottled up for so long finally spilling out. "I know I'm not... that fantasy you might have had. I'm loud, I laugh too much, I take up space. Sometimes, I wonder if you'd rather be with someone who's quieter, more delicate... easier to handle."
Jungkook's expression softened instantly, and he reached out, cupping Jimin's face with both hands. His touch was gentle, warm, and reassuring. "Hey, listen to me. I don't care about those things. I never have." His thumbs brushed gently across Jimin's cheeks, wiping away the tears that had started to fall. "I fell in love with you, Jimin. Not some idea or some fantasy. You, with your big laugh and your big personality. That's what makes you you, and that's what I love."
