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may o request how jumin would react to MC avoiding a family member because of how often they insinuate that she’s not pretty enough?

I miss a lot of family events because of my grandmother making comments about how i good i would look if i just loose weight or wear makeup etc. it tends to make my depression way worse so i just don’t go if i know she’ll be there

hello~ of course! i'm so sorry you have to go through that. people don't have the right to make comments on your body at all, no matter what you look like. you are so gorgeous, i can feel it! if you ever wanna talk about it, i'm always here. your feelings are valid and you deserve to be treated with respect. i hope this can provide some kind of comfort for you <3 *i decided to make this a fanfic instead of a headcanon because i felt it fit the request more. if you would like a headcanon, please request again and i'll be happy to make one.

summary: after a long day of work, jumin comes home to a stressed mc. receiving a phone call from her grandmother, the same one who has insinuated that she’s not pretty for years. once seeing what she’s like firsthand, jumin is appalled and comforts mc.

Good Enough - Jumin x MC

--- "oh god, what are they gonna say now" you thought, as you saw your phone ring with a call coming through from your grandmother. a call from your grandmother never meant anything good. it could end in one of three ways. a) you hang up in tears. b) you're stuck on the phone enduring the screaming from her end. c) your family jumps in to start an argument with you. you can't remember the last time it was anything different. it had been like this since childhood, and you knew it wouldn't improve anytime soon. though to be completely honest, you thought this would've ended once you moved out, and especially once you had gotten married.

the very though of being confronted with your grandmother belittling you was enough to turn you into a frantic haze. getting more worked up with every repeated ring, you started to panic. in a rush deciding which action you would take next, an exhausted jumin walked through the bedroom door. the days amount of work had taken a toll on him, as he began to loosen up his outfit into something more comfortable for the night. walking over to kiss you as he routinely did, he was met with your frantic state. the ringing he had been hearing before now becoming clear to him as he looked over at the source of the noise. your grandmother was calling you, why were you so scared about that? pausing, trying to grasp the situation before speaking "your grandmother is calling". attempting to draw your attention to the phone, he took it to hand it to you directly. yet you smacked it out of his hand in a panic. he couldn't find the words to say next, this wasn't like you. you had never before used physical strength towards him. he was stuck watching as you tried to justify your actions. yet when the calls came to a dead end, you could finally find the ability to breath again. taking a moment to recollect yourself, you spoke. saying "jumin, i didn't mean to do that. i was just in the heat of the moment and wanted to get the phone away." snapping out of his shock, he composed himself. when giving thought to your words, his head began racing with questions. why were you so afraid of your phone just then? and why were you so frantic? responding to your previous words, he spoke "love, are you okay? what's going on? why were you acting so agitated when your grandmother called?". surely something had happened that he wasn't aware of, because there were no other circumstance that would drive you to act like that. taking a deep breathe, you began thinking about how to explain the entire situation to jumin. but as your thoughts deepened about it, you became worried. you knew how much he valued family, always making an effort to show up to events and celebrations no matter the circumstance. would he see you as a coward who couldn't handle her families feedback? or would he think you were over reacting and just wanted sympathy? worse case scenario, you thought he might agree with the nasty things your family said about you. in your logical mind, you knew these thoughts were unrealistic. yet you couldn't stop yourself from worrying about the unrealistic possibilities. mustering up some courage, you began to speak. saying "i always get panicked when my grandmother calls. she's always been incredibly rude to me. ever since i was a child, she'd call me ugly, tell me i needed to lose weight, and say i would never be good enough. it's gotten to the point that i just avoid her". '...she did what?' jumin thought. how could a grandmother be so disrespectful to a child and continue that behavior into their adulthood? had she not recognized how beautiful, smart, and elegant you were? continuing, you said "but.. she keeps calling me every now and then and it always sends me into a panic. because no matter what i do, it never ends well. i either get yelled at on the phone or harassed over text." this was unacceptable. taking a look at your phone he still held in his hand, he saw the notification standing there. "one new voicemail" it read. directing the conversation away from you for a second, he went to play the voicemail. he wanted to see for himself how she had been treating you for the past several years. god.. his ears rung. he could hear nothing but screaming coming through from the other end. he could hardly make out the words, only occasionally picking up on words. "bitch" "whore" "ugly" "fat" "cunt" the list of insults went on. disconnecting the voicemail, he puts the phone down in a numb state. but not long after that, you were found in his embrace as he quickly went to comfort you. "this is unacceptable. how a grandmother could speak in such a foul manner to her grandchild is beyond me. you deserve none of this" he whispered to you as

his lip nearly met your ear. you were so relieved. to have someone who finally understood the heartache it put you through was something you longed for. hence why you couldn't stop the slow stream of tears from escaping your eyes. with a continuous pat on the back, you stood there hugging him for what felt like hours. realistically it was only 15 minutes, yet in those simulated hours, you felt at peace. everything would be okay, you were sure of it. "i'm sorry you had to endure that. i'll make sure she doesn't bother you from now on" he said. you wanted to question how he could make sure of that, but you were too exhausted to go through all the logistics. in pure bliss, your tears eventually dried as you were left in a soft embrace for the rest of the night. meanwhile, jumin was pissed at your grandmother, but he knew better to express it while you were in this state. instead, he decided to take his feelings out in actions. hence why in the earlier hours of the next day while you were still asleep, he contacted luciel to put a program in place. meaning if your grandmother ever tried to contact you, it would connect her to his phone first. therefore, he would be able to confront her without getting you involved. a win win situation. however his main priority remained on you. he would never let you experience a single negative emotion caused by that woman as long as he lived. --- 00:09 - 08/06/21

exactly i’m sorry rent paying corporation my CEO boyfriend is having an existential crisis because of losing his cat and i really have to take care of this

no offense to my real job but i’ve got emails to answer for my fake party planning job while one of my four boyfriends has a crisis about his twin brother joining a cult and that takes up all of my time

sorry this was never tagged or put on the masterlist so im reblogging to make it a bit easier to find so i can do that later

speed demon

saeyoung x MC ficlet (800)

NOTE: this focuses more on MC than Saeyoung so if your looking for something Saeyoung heavy or romance heavy this might not be your jam.

MC is having a bad day week month. so she asks saeyoung to take her for a drive to help her leave her troubles in the dust.

okay so I gotta be honest, this is 100% self indulgent venting. like i went for a drive yesterday trying to get rid of this “blah” the quarantine has stuck me in and I couldn’t drive fast enough or get the music loud enough and the next thing I knew i was two towns over. sooooo yeah maybe it would have been easier if I could have done it more like MC in this story. IDK its probably not what sane people do but sometimes the only good medication is sensory overload to help shake loose all the crap you hold inside. I think Saeyoung would be the first one to understand that. Zen being the second maybe next time i need to vent like this I’ll write about Zen taking MC along on his motorcycle. 

i probably wont add this to my master list since its light on actual mysme content.

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listen jumins joke are *chefs kiss* literally my favorite comedy. (that being said i have also been compared to daria and told i have very dry humor soooo ya know)

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Okay, sure, Jan.

here me out guys

jumin likes soap operas imagine him and MC pretending to fight/divorce then get back together again with all the drama of a soap opera because one day MC was like “it’s been pretty quiet and peaceful lately hasn’t it jumin? how about we play a game?”

like MC ham’s it up big time but jumin being the professional he is, is actually pretty believable. maybe they just do it at home because MC like being a drama queen… maybe the press finds out and buys into the whirlwind of drama who know but at the game ends with them saying “do you really want to go?” “the only reason i’d ever leave is just so i could experience coming back to you again and again” and a sweet kiss

i think it was parks and rec where the couple said they where getting a divorce just so they could get remarried to each other and yeah that idea but over the top because jumin doesn’t do anything half way

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Immediate Attention

1335 words about Jumin and his wife and their...extracurricular activities at the RFA party. It's a tradition, folks. Empty conference rooms beg for people to fuck in them. I don't make the rules. NSFW!

"I want you to fuck me."

She whispered the words just behind his ear, glass of champagne in hand, mischief and lust simmering in her eyes. No one noticed the way she curled her fingers into the waistband of his pants and gave him a tug just before she walked away, toward the rear of the reception hall, hips swaying in time with her thoughts.

No one noticed the color that crept high on Jumin’s cheekbones, and the way he swallowed around the sudden dryness in his throat.

No one noticed the way his cock twitched and the surge of passionate rage coursing through his veins in response to her complete and utter lack of decorum.

So, with a polite nod and a raised hand, he spoke, as eloquent and calm as he could muster.

“Pardon the interruption, gentlemen, but I’ve just been alerted to a matter that requires my immediate attention.”

The men in suits nodded and murmured their understanding while Jumin turned on his heel and strode after her, loosening his tie. He abandoned his now empty champagne flute on a nearby mahogany side table and caught her by the wrist as she slipped out around the corner and into an empty conference room. He closed the door with a quiet authority– not a slam, put a purposeful shut, locking it behind them before pinning her against the wall with his entire body.

“Do you realize what a scene you just made?” he said, hot breath against her neck just before he fastened his lips upon the tender, sensitive skin there. One of his hands held her hip in place, the other groped at her breast beneath the beaded navy blue fabric of her dress.

She had to laugh– a throaty gasp as he licked along her jawline, then pulled her bottom lip between his teeth. “Yes,” she confessed just before he claimed her mouth in a fervent kiss. He stole her breath. He stole her sanity. He stole whatever shred of composure she had left.

“That mouth of yours is filthy.” He spoke the words onto her tongue before tearing himself away to push the strap of her dress down over her shoulder, leaving his kisses along her arm, across her collarbone; he slipped a hand around the front of her thigh and under the slit in her gown so that he could slide his fingers into the already damp fabric of her satin panties and skim them over her sex– to tease, to incite. “I’d like to hear more of what it can do,” he began, sliding his index finger along her slick, “when you find you can’t control it at all.”

She grabbed a handful of the hair at the base of his neck and pulled him away from her skin so she could look him in the eyes, her own pupils blown wide with lust and mischief, lips pink and swollen from his kisses. “You’re quite familiar with this mouth,” she said just before pressing a painfully tender kiss to the underside of his jaw. “I believe you’ve seen it do all sorts of things for your benefit.”

It was Jumin’s turn to laugh, then. She kicked off her heels and made quick work of his pants, one warm hand curling around his aching, hard shaft. But when she sank to her knees and swallowed the length of him without batting an eye...suddenly, he wasn’t laughing anymore.

Her impulsiveness and her unpredictability are what he loved the most about her. How she’d appear poised and gracious in one moment– chatting politely with guests, shaking hands with potential donors and making connections with people Jumin had deemed impossible to reason with– and turning on a dime to whisper depraved words in his ear and make him hot under the collar and wish that he could take her home.

Or in this case, into an unused meeting room.

But he didn’t want to come in her mouth– that beautiful, sinful mouth lined in his favorite shade of red and fixed around his cock so perfectly he wanted to weep. No, he wanted to feel the release he needed so desperately inside her, to possess her, body and soul, and give her what she asked for not ten minutes ago in the middle of the party. So he gripped her shoulders and pushed her away from him, then cupped her chin in his hand. She stood to face him again and took off her panties, then bunched her dress up over her hips (with his help), eager hands stumbling over her own as they worked together– all lips and tongue and teeth and unsteady breathing. And when he lifted her at the waist and she rocked her hips so that he sunk into her so satisfactorily and full and hard and deep, they muffled their moans against each other as her back scraped against the textured wallpaper. She gripped his waist with her thighs, but there was no need– he held her firm with strong, capable hands.

She cried out his name when he began to thrust harder, and her head knocked against the wall more than once, but she didn’t notice. The way he felt inside her was more than enough to distract her from any sort of external stimuli.

“Look at me,” he implored, his body moving now of its own accord. If he could have pushed his entire being inside her, he would have in that moment when she opened her eyes and fixed them upon his face. Both of them aglow with exertion– cheeks pink, eyes and skin glistening in the relative darkness of the empty room– they came together. Her clenching spurned Jumin’s peak, and as the warmth and wetness of her core pulsed and quivered around him, his breath came in short, stuttering bursts. Forehead pressed against hers, he used the strength of his core to hold her secure against the wall so he could slide a hand at the back of her neck and kiss her: open-mouthed, panting, tearful as he came, shivering when a droplet of sweat trickled down to the small of his back.

She fought to catch her breath, to regain some semblance of control over her muscles, her heartbeat, her reality. Dizzy, intoxicated, giddy, she let her head fall forward onto his shoulder while he gingerly let her toes touch the ground again. Broad hands smoothed up her sides and over her shoulders until they came to rest on either side of her face.

“I adore you,” he whispered, a tender kiss pressed to the corner of her mouth.

“The feeling is mutual,” she said with a languid smile, reaching to smooth down some of his hair that she’d disheveled with her eager fists.

“Do you think…?” she began.

“Without a doubt,” he said, throwing her a disarming wink. “You do this during every party, you know. You’re quite the temptress. Though tonight, it took you longer than usual,” he mused, tucking in his shirt tails. “I was worried that you’d found other means of entertainment and forgotten.”

“What kind of wife would I be if I left you hanging at a fundraiser?” she scoffed, feigning offense as she bent down to reclaim her panties. Jumin moved just a second faster, however, and snatched them up before she could. Smug, he stroked the fabric and pushed them into the pocket of his pants, leaving her slack-jawed and red-faced all over again.

“You’d be the kind of wife that I would still love and cherish with all my heart.” He leaned to kiss her ear, then whisper, “And the sort of wife who might find herself begging for mercy when her dear husband gives her a taste of her own medicine.”

He traced his lips across her cheek until they were feather-light upon hers again, kissed her so quickly and so softly it made her head spin, then pulled away to straighten his tie. “Come. We have guests to entertain,” he said, escorting her back out to the party.