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Perfect | Jumin [1]

!WARNING! LANGUAGE AND POSSIBLE INAPPROPRIATE THEMES

Your once joyful eyes dropped and fell into more of a emotionless place. You heard all of Jumin's business partners and friends talk about you and your commoner looks and ways. You saw the snickering and the disgusted looks when you and Jumin were together. You felt the hate from his peers coming right at you.

You kept trying and trying but it never seemed to work. Your pounds of makeup nor your intense diets could satisfy those who Jumin were close to.

Sometimes, when your precious Jumin was sound asleep from a long day of work, you would sneak into the bathroom, to cry and be pathetic (sorry readers ily all). Once Jumin awoke from his delicate drowse and hoarsely asked what you were doing at this time of night from outside the bathroom door. You merely lied and told him you had a small stomach ache but assured him that you needed no extra attention.

Today was the day his father was to meet you, officially, and you were very nervous. You took several pills and rushed to the bathroom twice to vomit last night's dinner, not having eaten anything the whole day. Jumin was at work, leaving you not to worry about if he saw you in your monstrous state. Your hands trembled as you put the finishing touches on your hair, tying the strings of your body piece that was supposed to tuck in your skin.

Every night you would take the engulfing body suit off, seeing red marks and indents in your skin from the tightness. You would often give yourself small rubs and take pain medication to stop the pressure on your skin from being so painful.

Jumin didn't know about the body piece, nor did he know of the fat-reducing pills you took nor the strong diets you tried to uphold. None of it.

Even those precious moments when you two would make love, you wouldn't want him to study your body too much. When he would, you would obsess over it and cry afterwards because you thought he would never want to make love to you again. Of course, he always did, but you always felt insecure about him seeing you naked, even though he has seen it many times. He took your virginity and ruined you for any other man, which made him satisfied. You wouldn't want anyone but him to take your innocence but he was so experienced that you felt like a disgrace since you had no clue how to pleasure him.

The wine red dress you slipped on was bought for you by Jumin, specially picked out and all. He insisted that you looked gorgeous in it and immediately bought it for you. You believed in no such thing, but decided to wear it just for him. The opening of the door made your small body jump, hearing the sound of Jumin's expensive shoes on the dark brown tile.

"Dearest? Where are you?" He called, sending your heart to flutter about. You stepped out of the restroom you were in, making sure to stuff the open medication bottle in your purse.

"Ah, there she is. My beautiful, adoring, wife."

"Now, now, Jumin. Let's not get ahead of ourselves. I'm only your girlfriend." You giggled, letting his arms wrap around you tightly. You smelled his intoxicating cologne, never wanting the fragrance to leave your nose.

"You will be my wife someday, {Y/N}. I'm sure of it." His gorgeous, deep voice soothed your beating heart. You could never get tired of hearing it. His words stung a little, your mind still in the haze of his friends hating you.

"Jumin...... I umm........." you tried to say, wanting to confess your dismay to him.

"Do you not want to be my wife, {Y/N}? I'm sorry if I-"