Namjoon POV
About 2 months ago, I'd started dating a guy named Seokjin. He'd recently gotten out of a toxic relationship, and I can tell that he's scared to upset me. But I've been trying my best to make him feel loved.
"Hey, you almost ready to go?" I gently knock on the bathroom door.
"Y-Yeah." Seokjin opens the door. I bite my lip as I stare at his outfit.
"That's what you're wearing?" I ask. He looks absolutely stunning.
"I can change if you want! It's a horrible outfit anyway, I'm so sorry!" He tries to shut the bathroom door again. I place my foot in front of it to stop the door from closing.
"Relax, baby." I reach up to brush a strand of hair away from his face. He flinches, but relaxes after a moment. "You look beautiful. You can wear whatever you want, I don't care. You could wear a garbage bag and I'd still find you attractive."
"R-Really?" He asks.
"Really." I smile.
A few days later, Seokjin walks into the house looking a bit disappointed. "What's wrong, darling?"
"O-Oh. An old friend from high school invited me to go to lunch with him later. I said no though, don't worry!" He starts to panic.
"Jin." I chuckle. "Go to lunch with him."
"But-"
"Baby, just go." I smile. "It's okay, I know you wouldn't cheat on me with him. I'm not worried about it."
"Thanks, Joonie." He smiles softly.
About a month after that, I realized that Seokjin is still somewhat afraid to upset me. It makes me a bit sad, but it's understandable.
"N-Namjoon, is it okay if I play overwatch with some friends? It's okay if you say no! It was a stupid question anyway, just forget everything I said! I'm sorry, I'm so annoying." He hides his face in his hands.
"Seokjin, come here." I sit up on the couch. He hesitantly sits beside me, avoiding my eyes. "Talk to me."
"A-About what?" He mumbles.
"Your feelings. Tell me how you feel, sweetheart." I say.
"I-I feel fine, Namjoon." He shivers a bit.
"Jin. C'mon darling, talk to me. Please?" I frown. "Tell me how you really feel. I'm not going to hit you, or yell at you for expressing yourself."
"I'm scared." He whimpers, tears falling down his slightly chubby cheeks. "I l-love you, but I'm afraid."
"You're afraid that I'll turn out like your ex?" I raise an eyebrow. He nods quickly, trying to hide his tears.
"Hey, baby look at me. Don't cry, it's okay!" I coo. "You have nothing to be afraid of, my love. I'm not going to hit you or yell at you for stupid reasons. You can play games with your friends, you can go out to lunch with people, you can even wear whatever the fuck you want, Jin. I'm not like your ex. I love you."
He looks up at me with a tear stained face, sniffling slightly. "You really mean all of that? Y-You won't hit me?"
"I would never put my hands on you in an aggressive way." I reach up to stroke his hair. He flinches again, but allows me to run my hand through his hair.
"Promise me. Please, Namjoonie?" He pleads with me.
"I promise. I swear on my life, Kim Seokjin. I'll love you and treat you like a prince." I kiss his forehead.
"Thank you."
