#bad mc

“Why is it that every time I do something to degrade you, it just makes you more enchanting?”

MC smiled up at Jumin as he tightened the collar around her neck.  He returned it with a smirk, tugging the leash gently so she walked forward a few steps.

“Does it feel uncomfortable?  Of course not.  Because you want this, my dear.  This is love, after all.”

MC’s heart fluttered as he slowly led her around the apartment.  He took her by the hair and lifted her head, pressing her body against the window.

“With this,” he purred as he fingered the collar, “everyone outside can see just who you belong to. And where to return you to if you even think of leaving.”

The silver tag with Jumin’s name jingled as MC moved her neck a little, her breaths getting quicker as Jumin toyed with the zip on her dress.

“Now.  Obey my every word.  And I may let you sleep in the bed tonight.”

Me: ...No.  No, you shouldn’t.

Saeran waited by the door, his head bowed as he daren’t enter MC’s room until she asked for it.  His heart raced as she snapped her fingers and he stepped into the room, looking up.  His face fell when he saw a man next to her, kissing her head before walking out of the room.  Any negative feelings ebbed away when MC turned her gaze to him.

“Your dinner, my queen,” he said as he held the tray of food out. “I’m sorry I’m late, but I made sure to make everything the way you want it.”

He placed the tray on the table before MC and stepped back.  The young woman looked over the food before taking a fork and picking at the roasted vegetables idly.  She pointed to the floor, moving her position to reveal her bare legs.

Saeran’s heart nearly burst as he knelt by her feet, gingerly taking one and holding it close to him.  

He wasn’t allowed to touch anything above her ankle.  It was tempting.  To brush his fingers across her smooth skin.  But his heart swelled as he brushed his cheek against her bare foot.

He daren’t look up.  He just wanted his goddess to eat in peace.

I…love you.  Never leave me.  I’ll do anything and everything just to please you.  So stay with me.  Forever.

He first saw her in a beautiful, radiant light.  So pure and innocent.  Her smile could light up the world.  Her laugh was sweet as music.

And now, here she was.  Cloaked in darkness.  The only light there was were the dim lights behind him, casting his shadow on the sordid scene.

“You’re beautiful.”

The light of his camera briefly illuminated the debauchery before him.

“Exquisite.”

He didn’t hear the other men in the room.  He focused solely on the object of his obsession.

“MC.  Show us everything.”

MC’s giggle rang out as she turned to the camera with that lascivious smirk.

Jaehee was lost for words as she bumped into MC, three years after she started her bakery with Yoosung.

It was like their places had swapped.

Jaehee was more relaxed, long hair and the glasses cast aside.

MC?  Her hair was bobbed.  She wore what looked like to be a high class brand of glasses.  And there was no mistaking Elizabeth’s hair on her blazer.

MC nodded curtly, not really seeing or recognizing Jaehee, and pressed the little device in her ear, chatting something about meetings.  She stalked down the pavement in her heels, leaving Jaehee to watch her.

Jaehee wasn’t sure what hurt more.

MC had taken her place.  MC didn’t recognize her.  MC was no longer considered her friend.

Or maybe it was because Jaehee knew exactly what MC was going through as Jumin Han’s assistant. The late nights, the overtime, the stacks of paperwork…

Jaehee took a deep breath, kept a stiff upper lip and turned away, walking briskly to open her café for the day.

“I know…you…”

Zen vaguely recalled the young woman’s features.  His heart skipped a beat as he looked into those captivating eyes and he reached out to her.  Just a fleeting touch.  All he wanted was to touch her cheek, see if her skin was as soft as he imagined.

“Cut!  Cut, cut, cut!”

Zen watched the beautiful lady step away and his hand dropped.  She walked towards the director…a man with cold green eyes.  He draped an arm around her whilst smirking at the actor.

“No, no, no!” he reprimanded.  “You need to convince the audience that you are in love with the princess.  They won’t be captivated by your wooden impression of a puppet!”

Zen didn’t really care for the man’s words.  But he did care for the disappointed look of the woman in his arms.  She looked bored, upset…he didn’t want her to look this way.

“It seems you still need some work,” the man murmured as he hugged the lady closer.  “You need to be perfect before your grand return.”

He grinned as he waved Zen away and someone grabbed the albino’s arms.  Zen couldn’t tear his eyes off the young woman in the man’s arms.

“Are you…her…?”

“Don’t you dare sit down.”

Yoosung swallowed as his legs trembled.  He wasn’t sure how long he had been up on his feet.  He’d been standing in this claustrophobic room for so long and the torture even extended to having a chair right behind him, ready to catch him if he ever fell.

Saeran smirked.

“You sit and you know what will happen to MC.”

Yoosung’s breath quickened as Saeran leaned forward.

“I wonder how pretty her screams would be…”

“Don’t hurt her!” Yoosung shouted.

Saeran smiled widely. “Then you better not fall.  I would hate to hurt such a beautiful face.”

Yoosung gritted his teeth, determination crossing his violet eyes.  Saeran closed the door, leaving him in darkness.  

He strolled down the corridor and grinned at MC who waited at the end.  He wrapped his arms around her waist.

“You do have a beautiful face after all.”

MC blushed as he kissed her nose.

“And I don’t even need to tell you how your screams make me…shudder.”

MC gasped and slapped his chest playfully.  Saeran smiled wider as he picked her up and spun her around.

“Now, ssh,” he whispered as he pressed a finger to her lips.  “You’re meant to be safe and sound, no?  So, let’s go somewhere…cozier…”

MC giggled as she took his hand and they disappeared up the steps towards the mansion.

“The 707 in the messenger…that’s what I’ll be on from now.”

MC smiled as Saeyoung sped down the roads.

“So that I won’t regret it even if I die tomorrow…”

He smiled at MC.

“Thank you…for letting me realise that.  Let’s be happy every day, every second we are alive!  I’ll be able to feel like I can laugh right when death is at our doorstep.”

He reached over and grabbed Anne’s hand.

“Thank you for being with me.  Now, shall we go a bit faster?”

MC squeezed Saeyoung’s hand and he slammed his foot on the gas pedal. The car sped down the road, into the unknown.  Into a world that would stop at nothing to hunt them down as they would disappear.  

The only thing that mattered was the two of them.  No RFA, no family, no background.  Just two jokers abandoning everything to live their lives the way they wanted.