Oh! Could I please request Jumin and MC having their first heated argument? Like maybe MC got a bit jealous. Thank you!
I feel like depending on the content of the argument the scenario would go differently, so I’m going to go with what you said and have it be that MC got a bit jealous.
Maybe it was inevitable. MC and Jumin had rarely argued in the year since they were married, and all those arguments were relatively trivial—things Jumin would immediately apologize for, asking her to be patient with him because he’s still working through things, and of course MC would agree, or like the time he had to find out she hates surprises the hard way. But this? Well. Jumin sort of caught her at a bad time.
The RFA’s second party since MC became in charge of invitations was supposed to be grand, and the RFA actually did take the full six months to prepare it this time around. When they threw it three days ago, MC was sure she’d never been to an event so spectacular besides her own wedding, but apparently the guests and other hosts didn’t agree.
“This is almost as good as one of Rika’s parties!”
They meant it as a compliment.
MC was lying in a foldy-zig-zag sort of way in one of the chairs at home, legs hooked over the arm, her own arm draped dramatically across her eyes and her phone nearly slipping from her fingers on the end of it. It’s typical that it was Yoosung who last decided that now was a good time to talk about how great Rika’s parties were in light of MC’s own, and she’d grumbled “Rika this, Rika that,” when her husband looked up from the magazine he was reading (Business Outsider?? Some kind of consumer research, maybe??) and asked, “What’s that, love?”
He shouldn’t have asked, and she told him so, and when he realized she was upset that was when the insisting happened (he shouldn’t have insisted—too late, too late)—
The frustrations came out in a tidal wave, frustrations she didn’t even know she had.
“I don’t know what was so great about Rika but would it kill people to just shut up about her just this once? I threw this party and it was so much better than the last one I was around for but noooo, instead of talking about how great what I did was, everyone just wants to talk about Rika and how perfect and wonderful and great she was, so kind and generous and persuasive and good at coordinating and I just—Yoosung never stops, Seven brought her up once or twice, Jaehee said there were less people than at Rika’s last party and even Zen started talking about her like, oh, yeah, she had a real eye for talent and just— what does she have that I don’t? Why am I never good enough?”
Jumin just watched in wide-eyed silence and MC didn’t know at what point she stood up, didn’t realize she was making wide, angry hand gestures until she was staring at him with her arms raised near her head, fingers curled around her phone as if about to break it. Her chest rose and fell, and she folded her arms against it and waited for an answer.
“… I didn’t know you felt that way,” he said, slowly, as if choosing his words very carefully.
“Well, of course you didn’t,” MC snarled. “You think she’s so great too, just like they do. Right? Because Rika just understood you and she did so many amazing and admirable things, right?”
“I mean, you were in love with her.”