BTS x Reader [angst/fluff] Requests open!

Jin x bullied reader

You pushed through the crowd and stared at your locker, eyes filling with tears. Mean messages had been written on paper and taped onto your locker door. Most of them you already believed, calling you things like fat, ugly, and dumb; but the one that stood out to you the most was written in red marker saying you should "just go kill yourself." The students snickered as you tried to run away, one tripping you only for you to land in the arms of the most popular boy in school: Jin, Mr. "World Wide Handsome." He silently led you away from the scene. 

As soon as you were away from everyone else, you broke down in tears, pushing him away from you. "S-stop," you said, wanting to be alone, "Don't look at me." 

He politely lowered his gaze, but didn't leave. "For the record, none of those things were true. Please don't hurt yourself." 

You hiccuped. "B-but they w-were right---" 

"No, no, no. You're beautiful, alright?"

"How?" You said softly, staring at the ground. He gently took your hand. "For one, you have beautiful skin. Very soft." 

You rolled your eyes, staring at your intertwined hands. 

"Your eyes are beautiful. Even when they're big and watery from crying, or crinkled from laughter, or looking down." He tilted your head up. "I could stare at them all day.

"But your appearance isn't what I like most about you. You're kind, sweet, but also a little sassy." He laughed. "You're hard working and knowledgable and always have a book in your hand, either fangirling about your "OTP" or crying for a character. It's adorable. You blush and look down a lot but you have so much empathy for others emotions I can't begin to mourn how much you must have suffered to feel as they do.

"I love you, y/n. I wish I could see yours eyes more, I wish to make you fall for me harder then you've fallen for a fictional character, and I want to eat with you and sing karaoke and go shopping---"

You shut him up with a kiss, before pulling away quickly in horror of your sudden impulses. "I'm sorry--" you began, but he kissed you again, softly. 

"Yes. I'll eat with you and go shopping, but I can't promise you can get me to sing," you giggled. 

He smiled . "We'll see."