Mystic Messenger One shots

How Do I Look?

N/A: hace ocho días que estoy haciendo tarea atrasada de gramática inglesa, fonetica y lengua inglesa así que me estoy olvidando como conjugar en castellano. No es chiste, estaba escribiendo el próximo capítulo de Four Seasons y no lo pude terminar porque me estaba confundiendo los tiempos verbales. A raíz de eso se me ocurrió escribir un  one-shot en ingles. Espero que lo puedan entender y lo disfruten ^^'

For some time now I've been growing more and more self-conscious about my appearance and how the rest of Jumin's social circles perceive me. To be more exact I feel inferior and inadequate. I'm not some gorgeous model nor a brilliant businesswoman and I'm most definitely not a trophy wife. I'm just a plain looking girl who happened to fall in love with Jumin Han and steal his heart.
That was that but the true cause of my distress laid on social media and the incredible amount of fake news and articles about our private lives written by the journalistic equivalent of an attention seeking highschooler.
The comments showed no mercy towards me and victimized Jumin saying I was just a, and I quote - one night stand who is blackmailing Han with sensitive information so he will not leave her- Other articles called me a social climber, bitch, materialist, good for nothing, ugly unimportant girl (not even a woman) and one of the latest rumors had it that I was sleeping with Jumin's father. Of course none of those rumor were more than just that, but they made me feel completely powerless and vulnerable.
In the past we tried to stop the media from spreading false rumors and accusations against me by taking legal action against the most important news outlets, but we couldn't do anything about social media platforms. Actually, it worked a little on social media... To make more assumptions about me. That's the main reason why I deleted all my old social media accounts and created new ones under a different name that no one would recognize.
I've never thought that marring the man I love would transform me into the media's favorite punching bag.
The only thing that makes me feel better whenever all those insults get to me is Jumin's warm embrace. It silently reminded me that I am valuable, smart, and beautiful in his eyes. To my dismay, Jumin wasn't at home, he had gone to a business trip and wouldn't come back till the next day.
I rolled out of bed and walked to the kitchen to grab something to eat, I didn't have much of an appetite, but I had to eat something. On my way to the kitchen, I walked in front of full body mirror, the reflection startled me. My body looked horrible, had it been that long since I last saw myself in the mirror? My stomach wasn't perfectly pain anymore, my legs were thicker, I've always been more on the curvier side, but this was too much.
I cancelled my trip to the kitchen feeling horrible and more self-conscious than ever. I stayed in bed sleeping for the rest of the day until I woke up in the middle of the night in a panic just to work out as much as my body could handle. After three hours of vigorous exercise I stretched very well, took a shower, and went back to sleep.
The next morning, I felt something weigh down on the mattress and then someone gently running their finger through my hair. When I opened my eyes, they met my husband's sharp yet soft eyes staring back at me in a lovely manner.

-Good morning, darling - I said sitting down on the bed stretching myself.

- Good morning honey - he gave me quick kiss on the lips.

- Noo, I haven't brushed my teeth yet - I pouted making him smile.

- I do not care, I missed you so much I couldn't help myself.

- Fine, fine - I got up and walked to the bathroom- I will kiss you to your hearts content after I brush my teeth.

- It is a deal, meanwhile I will bring here a little something for you.
The moment he said that I froze. I was ninety-nine percent sure it was some kind of clothing. I didn't feel good with my body, but I didn't want to disappoint him. He bought it to see me wear it and I couldn't be ungrateful and not try it on.
I eventually left the bathroom wearing a long robe and walked up to Jumin who was sitting on the bed holding two designer bags.