MC is a Trust Fund Kid
This is one of the politest and kindest
requests I got and I am so sorry it took me so long to get to it. I
wonder whether whoever requested this is still around…
I really love the first suggestion about MC being a Trust Fund Kid, because I’ve always wondered how Zen would react to that. Here goes nothing!
Hope you enjoy :3
Fandom: Mystic Messenger
Relationships: MC x Zen
Word count: 900 + chat images
She’d planned on telling him many times
over since they’d begun dating about two years ago. Not because it
was an essential part of who she was – like it was with Jumin –
but because she thought Zen deserved to know everything about
However, it just never came up. Macy didn’t flaunt her wealth and she worked just as hard at her career as Zen did on his own, so he never questioned her motivations and drive. It still hurt to see him degrade Jumin, worrying Macy how he’d react.
Once she tried sitting him down, having a heart to heart about the situation but the moment she asked Zen to talk he’d practically broken down with worry for her well-being. It had been as sweet as it had been infuriating. Being a Trust Fund Kid just wasn’t the same as stage three cancer…
Macy’s second strategy had been to fight the problem at its core; Jumin Han. If Zen came to like Jumin, Trust Fund Kid and all, he might be more open to the notion altogether. Needless to say Macy gave that strategy up fairly quickly. About a week into it, in fact, when Zen began wondering whether she was having an affair with Jumin for defending the pompous dick all the time.
Attempt number three was to drop subtle hints and let Zen figure it out by himself. Macy started small, always paying for their dates and buying Zen increasingly expensive gifts. It earned her nothing but raised eyebrows and a hurt male ego.
She then went on to covering all their bills, going so far to suggest they move into a new, more expensive place together saying that it was time they had a home that was theirs, not just Zen’s. Zen just told her that the place belonged to her as much as him, putting her name on the lease officially.
It wasn’t until a couple of weeks later that a series of events changed the entire game-plan. Suddenly Macy lost the capability of choosing when and how she would tell Zen and all of it because of Mr. Chairman Han of all people…
Macy was restless, walking up and down the apartment as she waited for Zen to come home. There was no way for her to tell in what kind of mood he was exactly, but from his sudden departure in the chat it didn’t look like it was a good one.
About half an hour later she heard the telltale sound of Zen’s motorcycle purring into a halt and a mere minute later the door was being unlocked. Macy froze, staring at her boyfriend like a deer caught in the headlight.
“Hey”, she greeted, voice
cracking. “Welcome home.” Zen didn’t say anything at first, a
variety of emotions washing over his face until it finally melted
into something gentle. Macy instantly relaxed, exhaling the breath
she didn’t known she was holding.
“You could have told me,
you know?” His words were sincere and it calmed Macy to know that
apparently he wasn’t harboring any anger towards her. She couldn’t
say the same about Jumin and his father, but that was a problem for
Macy sighed, shoulders sagging. “I tried, Zen.
So many times in so many different ways, but something always got in
the way”, she explained truthfully. “Where did you think all the
money came from I paid everything with? Dancers don’t earn that much,
Zen hummed, head tilting to the side as he seemed to
mull that thought over. Macy could see the wheels spinning inside his
head and then the moment when all her failed attempts of telling him
finally seemed to catch up with him. “Oh my God, I’m such an
They talked for a long time afterwards, Macy
explaining how her family got the money they have now and how she had
very little interest in inheriting her father’s company, instead
pursuing a career in dancing much like Zen chose acting over being a
Once everything was said a silence fell over the
kitchen, Macy nervously fiddling with her fingers that rested upon
her lap. “I hope you don’t hate me now”, she mumbled. “Because
I’m just like Jumin.” Zen didn’t miss a beat to reply.
nothing like Jumin Han, Macy. Nothing at all”, he assured her,
lifting her face gently so their eyes could meet. “You’re not
entitled and full of yourself. You don’t rely on that money. You
didn’t base your entire existence about some inheritance.”
smiled, thumb brushing over his girlfriends cheek. “You are you,
Macy. With a will of steel and a heart of gold. You care more about
others than you do about yourself and never miss an opportunity to
spread happiness and positivity.”
It felt nice, hearing Zen
say those things about her, being acknowledged as a person. Macy
moved forward on the chair, wrapping her arms around Zen’s neck both
of them only tumbling to the floor from where he’d been kneeling
“I could never hate you”, he spoke into her
ear, pressing a kiss to Macy’s cheek. Then the hug was abruptly
broken, the woman’s eyes blinking open as she looked at Zen in
confusion who was keeping her at arms length now. “I do, however,
need to have a talk with that Mr. Chairman!”