Kpop boys x reader ~ one shot and imagines

Bts Jimin x reader - insecurities

Rayraychel4

He always wore that black mask. Wherever he went, if the noonas hadn't done his makeup, or if he hadn't done it himself, that fabric was covering the bottom half of his face.

This was my first meet and greet and I was excited. I was determined to befriend at least one of the members, especially my bias Jimin. (Sorry if that's not your bias. Just go with it.Comment your bias below!!) After going through the line and talking to 6 of the seven members, I got down to the last.
Jimin.
Looking flawless as always he gave me a happy smile, "Hello! What's your name?" He asked while he started to sign my merchandise I brought. "(Y/N)." I said with a small smile. I feel the blush creep up on my cheeks when he looks at me. When he finished, he looked up at me. "Why do you always wear a mask oppa?" I asked him with an innocent face. I've always wondered. I'm assuming it's something like acne or he's insecure about his face without makeup.
He seemed surprised at my question, almost like he didn't want to answer. He looked down at my signed merch, fiddling with the hem on the shirt I bought. "Well... When I was really young, I had troubles with acne." I was right.
But he continued, "And I never really thought it was a bad thing. So I never tried to take care of it. Turns out I had a bad condition, and now I have bad scars from the acne." He looked down to his lap, and tears were starting to brim in his eyes. I looked at him in surprise. His eyes welled but no tears fell.
"No ones ever asked." He said with a small chuckle as he blinked away the little tears.
"I wish you wouldn't wear it." I stated. He gave me a curious look. "Why? Besides I'm too insecure about it. I'm scared people will make fun of me. Just like how the fans said I was getting fat..." He said trailing off. I gave him a reassuring smile, and took his hand in mine. He looked up at me with wide glassy eyes. "Jimin your real fans will love you scars or not. Fat or not. We will still love all of BTS whether or not you think you look bad because we think you are perfect."
Now he was crying.
The noonas rushed to fix his makeup but he shooed them away. The fans around me and the crowd were getting really pushy and asking why he was crying. He just smiled and looked down as the tears fell onto my merch.
I didn't care.
He stood up from his chair, with protests from the noonas and body guards around him. He ignored them and kept my hand in his as he went around the table and embraced me in his big arms. Warmth surrounded me as he hugged me and wet the shoulder of my shirt with his few tears.
"Thank you (Y/N)."
"Of course. It's the truth."
"Can I see you later? I'd like to talk alone." He asked bringing his eyes up to meet mine. I could see bits of scars peeking through the gaps in his makeup where the tears ran.
The fans were going nuts, but all I could hear was my heartbeat in my ears.
"Sure. When?" I said with a smile.
"After the meet. You can talk to the guys too."
"Ok."
By now the noonas had already brought him back up to the stage and behind the table. His makeup was fixed. But throughout the whole time he was staring at me whenever he could. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy.

Do you want me to continue? I thought I could just leave it here for your imagination.

Rayraychel❤️