MONSTA X IMAGINES

jooheon | beautiful

Thank you EM0_Otaku for the request!!

This one's a special one so I hope you guys enjoy it :)) - I don't usually write in this type of genre (although I used to but decided against it) so this is a good change!!

You plopped your keys and shopping bags in the corridor of your apartment, a sigh slipping past your lips as you recalled the day in your head.

"Eunsoo, which should I get - the pink blouse or the checkered shirt?" You overheard the conversation of a couple near the fitting rooms as you browsed the men's section for a new t-shirt.

"But that's from the men's section, babe." He pointed to the item, your head raising up discreetly from behind the hangers as you ear-wigged. "Get the pink blouse, normally girls look gorgeous in those types of things..."

She skeptically eyed her boyfriend before shrugging and putting the shirt back on it's pile. "Blouse it is then," she sighed, her eyes a little melancholy from his comment.

You frowned at the black baggy Palaye Royale t-shirt that you were holding, heading to discard it on a nearby rack. Catching yourself in full black in the boutique's large mirror, your reflection stared back at you. The alien intensity in your own gaze frightened you.

"No," you shook your head. You hurried and exited the shop.

"Y/N!" Jooheon bounded over to you like an excited puppy, "I missed you so much," the hug he embraced you in was warm and somewhat comforting despite the unsettled whirl your stomach did after you looked down at your clothes once again.

"It's been three hours Jooheon, not a year," you sighed, clocking how his expression changed when you didn't use the nickname 'Honey'.

"Did you get yourself that shirt you wanted?" He queried, "You know, that band tee you've been wanting to buy-"

"No," you interrupted. " I didn't."

You headed for the bedroom leaving him standing in the corridor as you took a mental note to put the food away later after you'd changed.

You opened the door to you and your boyfriend's shared room before moving to the closet. You carelessly swung the doors open, making them thud on either side of the wall.

Your wardrobe was essentially a forest of black and khaki green, your personal favourites on the left and Jooheon's on the right. You tended to borrow stuff off each other since you had a similar style, and Jooheon was more than happy to let you flaunt his Balenciaga or Valentino.

The mirror on the wall was distracting you from your task though. The words of the couple in the shop played on a loop in your head.

Girls can't be beautiful if they wear men's clothes.

It was almost like the dude's voice was in your head, and it was scary.

Girls should be feminine.

You realized you'd said that aloud when Jooheon's phone audibly hit the carpet of the bedroom doorway with a thud.

However, what you hadn't fully realized, was that you were now curled up on the floor. Your teary gaze pierced through the mirror as you stared at yourself.

"Not good enough," you muttered to yourself.

You were shaking, and Jooheon couldn't fully comprehend what was happening, so he wearily approached you. He'd dealt with this kind of situation multiple times when you were together and he'd lost count of how many hours he'd spent comforting you and making you feel loved and worthy - because you deserve love and you deserve to be worthy. He loved reminding you how much you meant to him and to everyone and how much you were loved, and how much he loved you and how in love with you he was.

He didn't care how much time he spent making you feel better, because one of the many reasons he did it was that it made him feel happy inside, all warm and fuzzy, seeing the smile on your face when you returned those three words he loved hearing from you so much. He loved seeing you happy - and that was the most important thing.

He lay down on the carpet next to you and made you face him. His thumb came to brush your cheekbone as he admired your features.

His eyes were sad, but he graced a dimpled smile nevertheless. "Y/N."

Your eyes met his and for a moment, your heard twinged painfully at his gaze, but then began to flutter as he still managed to make you flustered just like he did when you first began dating.

"You're beautiful because you are you," his palm rose up to cover the area above your heart. "And this is what I love about you. Your heart."

He came closer, your faces inches from each other. "I love every single part of you: I love the way you smile when I cuddle with you ; I love the way you kiss my dimples every morning ; I love your hair, your eyes, your nose, your thighs, your beautiful face and everything in between." His hand came to your side to draw you into his body. "I love the way you dress and you shouldn't change it for anyone."

"Girls don't need to be feminine to be beautiful," he placed a kiss on your nose.

You simply sniffled, lip quivering as you cried and wrapped your arms around him.

"Now, I know this rug here is warm and fluffy sweetpea, but it's still the floor - let's lie down on the bed okay?" He gave you a small smile before tugging your limp form up and over to the mattress.

You both lay down the same way you were on the floor.

"You are the most special thing that's ever happened to me, and you know it." He paused, pecking you on the lips. "Don't ever say you're not good enough or not feminine enough because you are are more than good enough and you're worthy of everything."

"I don't care that you're not stereotypically 'feminine' because I love you for you and who you are inside and out matters to me most." He assured you.

He shifted a little with a smile as you stopped crying.

You didn't feel him put your pajamas on but you did feel him tug the covers over you and snuggle up to you again. Your closed eyes suddenly jerked open and that startled him. "What's wrong?"

"I forgot to put the food in the fridge!" You shot up so fast you swear your neck cracked.

"Calm down, baby, I did it earlier - don't worry." He replied with a soft, sleepy voice as he gently pulled you back down.

A few seconds of silence in the dim light passed before you spoke. "I love you, Honey." You muttered. "I'm sorry I did that, it was dumb, I-"

"It wasn't dumb," he whispered. "I love you so much, you know that?"

You nodded slowly, a grin so wide threatening to appear on your face that it might have split your face in two. (A/N that's a scary image, but we'll go with it)

"I've never felt this happy, Honey, you're so good to me." You muttered.

He smiled at you, deep dimples so cute you wanted to peck each one like you usually did.

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I just love the lemon emoji, I think it's so cute~~

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