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Bedrom Clothes | Jumin

You sighed, feeling absolutely horrible once again. You bit your lip, clenching your fists slightly before wiping away forming tears.

"I thought that I lost weight...." you muttered, taking one last look of yourself in the body sized mirror before walking over the the bed you and Jumin shared, letting your knees hit the mattress before falling right onto it. You had tried on the same lingerie a couple months back, wanting to surprise your boyfriend of two years that night. Hating yourself in it, you discarded the piece and started dieting more, hopeful it would someday soon look decent on you.

Alas, you were wrong. It looked as bad on you as it had before, despite the increase in your diet. It just seemed like no matter what you did it was disappointing. You always felt that you had to be perfect for Jumin, since he was perfect to you. His lifestyle and money made his expectations higher which left you uneasy the majority of the time. The compelling fear of abandonment from him was haunting, even in the smallest of things, like how a lacy body piece looked on you.

The lace on the lingerie was jet black, tee top piece going down to just above your belly button, and had a large hole which showed the entirety of your cleavage. The bottom piece resembled that of the bottom of a bathing suit bottom. It was far lacier and didn't hold back on presentation. The piece itself was charming and alluring, but your body shape just seemed to make it look bad.

You lazily grabbed one of the white, perfectly placed pillows from the bundle of them at the front of the bed. You clutched the fluffy object to your chest, wrapping your legs around it protectively. The small haven didn't last long, as Jumin had just opened the door to the penthouse.

"Love? I'm home." He soothingly said, smiling lightly. His expression quickly turned confused, as you usually would've been greeting him by now.

"(Y/N)?" He asked, louder. You shot out of bed, throwing the pillow to the side and planting your feet onto the floor with a thud. You knew getting to the bathroom was a long shot. It was across the hallway, and he would see you before you made it.

"Dearest?" His voice sounded a little but frantic, just as you were as his footsteps grew closer. You ran to the bedroom door, slamming it shut before looking around the room to try and find something to put on.

"(Y/N)? Are you in here?" He questioned from right outside the door, you saw the polished, golden knob turn, causing you to sprint over and put your back against the door.

"Don't come in!" You shouted, planting your feet, ready to keep him outside, even if you had to push the door closed.

"What do you mean, princess?"

"Just... please don't come in, ok?"

"But it can't be anything I haven't seen before~" his comment made you blush, but you had to keep your priorities straight.

"Seriously, Jumin, please stay out."

"Are you hurt? Is something wrong?" He tried to open the door again, making you push it closed forcefully.

"N-No, I can't explain right now just please don't come in." You could feel your legs tremble under the pressure. He tried opening it again only to be stopped again by you.

"(Y/N), this is ridiculous, let me in." His tone seemed irritated, which scared you a little. You held you place, keeping the door closed. You could hear his sigh, before he forced the door open, leaving your heels to be pushed forward onto the wood, giving you slight rug burn. You looked at him, terrified. His expression turned shocked, as you held in your tears and ran towards the bathroom. You flew past his shocked figure, running into the bathroom and locking the door. Tears flowed down your face like small streams, as you slid down into a sitting position.

"(Y/N)......" you heard from outside the door, "what's wrong, love? You looked absolutely mesmerizing...."

You shook your head, as if he could see you.

"No, Jumin. What's wrong is that I can't even wear this without hating myself in it. What's wrong is that I don't fit your standards and I can't seem to do anything right."

You wiped the river on your face, sniffling helplessly.

"(Y/N), please just open this door. If you don't, I'll find a way in myself." He spoke, surprisingly soothingly. You huffed, knowing he would break down he door if he had to.

"Can you at least bring me clothes?" You asked, opening the door with one hand while the other covered your cleavage. He cocked his head to the side, looking almost confused. He sighed and rested his index and middle fingers on his forehead.

"What?" You asked, seeing his dismay. You wondered what possibly could be bothering him when you were the one crying.

"I just don't understand. I don't understand how someone so beautiful could even have a hint of self doubt. I don't understand how someone so loved could even doubt the love they receive."

"Jumin—"

"How could you possibly think that you're below my standards? You've surpassed them greatly since the first time I ever saw you. I—"

"Jumin, you're perfect! You're perfect ok?! Everything about you is so amazing that I can't even comprehend it at times. I admire you and I want to be perfect for you. I want to repay you for being perfect for me." You yelled, not daring to look in his dark eyes. He suddenly grabbed both your hands, intertwining your fingers.

"You are perfect, (Y/N)! You're the epitome of perfection and I wouldn't change a single thing about you. I'm very honored to be able to be loved by you. I don't get how you don't see that, love." He squeezed your hand, kissing the tips of your knuckles gently. He lips were as soft as freshly brewed cotton candy. You stood on your toes, connecting your lips with his a nice and gentle kiss. Your hands stayed locked until he untangled your fingers to tilt his head and deepen the kiss, holding you by your bare waist. His fingers tracked up and down your sides, fiddling with the strap of the top piece.

"You know.... I'd love to personally take this off, will you let me?~"

A dark blush coated your cheeks, as you sheepishly looked away and nodded. Smirking, he picked you up, taking you to your bedroom like the princess he knew you were.