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[diavolosbaby]

Hey does anyone remember a jumin fic where MC has a panic attack during their first intimate time together and runs off, ghosting him for a bit? I remember asking that of someone and I can't remember who and can't find it

[shittylongcatposts]

Personal headcanons for Jumin

A/N: Hello guys!^^ Here’s a list of some hcs i have for Jumin, i always wanted to write them down and finally took the time to do so. Hope you like it!!  Oh there are a few nsfw ones at the end too, those are hidden under the cut :3 Have fun!! 

Appearance:

the moment it starts raining or snowing his hair gets wild and stands up in all different directions. Which is really annoying if he is about to attend a meeting or a photoshoot

has really broad shoulders, perfect for leaning onto them if you need it. (they got broader in hid teenage years from his swimming. does that make sense??)

has very long, legs and is very sturdy and also tall boi confirmed

doesn’t really have a six pack, because I think he’d focus mostly on cardio training when he exercises. it keeps him healthy

has really nice large hands, a little bit veiny, with long straight fingers, uses lotion over the night to keep them soft

Jumin has little to no beard growth, so he is always clean shaved, otherwise there would just be a few stubbles here and there and he doesn’t like that. (loves it when you’re shaving him- he trusts you completely)

Relationship

Jumin loves it when you start pouting after he teased you -  it’s cute

cares a lot about your wellbeing and your health, so if there’s a problem he’d love to help you in every way possible. 

loves to watch you when you’re knitting, stitching, dancing, painting, writing - everything. You’re very fascinating to him, and he loves it when you poke out your tongue while you’re focused on your task. 

loves cooking with you and trying out new recipes

he definitely spoils you. Saw something you like? Jumin will make sure to buy it for you. Want to go out with him? He’d take you to all the super expensive restaurants you never even dared to set a foot inside. 

When you work in a job you don’t want to quit, even though Jumin already made himself very clear you don’t have to work, he’d support you at all times

When you both had a stressful day he’d draw in a bath for you two. He loves bathing with you, it saves water but also calms him down a lot. Jumin loves to scrub your back and massage it to get rid of the stress. He definitely plays with your hair then too, while you cover Jumin in foam (i bet he lit up some candles and got two glasses of wine for you too!!) 

At night you two always get ready for bed together, while changing clothes, brushing teeth and everything you talk about this and that

loves slow dancing in the kitchen with you, before you two cook together.

His eyes always sparkle when you two sit right in front of each other when you’re eating dinner. 

At official parties/ other festivities Jumin always makes sure to show everybody you belong to him, from time to time he’d share small pecks with you or squeeze your shoulders when he stands behind you 

His eyes are always following you, a proud smile on his lips, but the moment he sees somebody hitting on you he will pop out of nowhere and put an arm around your waist, smoothly joining the conversation, maybe even give you a quick kiss. 

since he never really received many hugs - he would have to get used to them at first, but after a while he’ll grow quite fond of them and every other physical contact. Jumin loves to cuddle with you after a hard day of work or right after he wakes up.

He loves to be the big spoon, the way you fit perfectly in his arms as if you were made for each other. But from time to time when the threads come back and pull tighter around his chest or after he wakes up from a nightmare he loves to lean onto you or to be the little spoon. With his head on your chest, your heartbeat in his ear, your hands softly stroking his black hair and the soft words you whisper he’d feel safe and at ease. 

This young man would never miss the chance to sleep right next to you and his beloved Elizabeth the 3rd

Oh btw he really loves it when you cuddle with her, his most beloved angels get along so well and that makes his heart jump and skip a beat.

NSFW (ok so this is just me being horny af- sorry >.<)

Appearance: 

Jumin gives off quite the big dick energy so… there’s gotta be something to it. I mean he’s got a pretty nice nose after all and you know what they say… 

I don’t think he is clean shaved, maybe he does it from time to time but I don’t think he cares a lot about it. 

has a clean shaved chest though (it’s like his beard growth- only a few hairs every few centimeters, so it would look very weird if he’d let them grow)

has some veins on his penis (one of them is pretty long) 

now his pretty fingers come in handy too!!! 2. While doing the do:

Jumin loves to feel your smooth skin on his own. It reminds him of cashmere and silk, two of his favourite feelings on his skin. 

The young man loves the way you draw circles on his chest or his inner thigh- this really gets him going, and leaves a burning sensation on his skin. The higher you go up on his thigh  (or the deeper you wander on his torso) the more he yearns for your touch right where a suspicious bulge starts to grow >.< 

he loves to blindfold you, or to tie you up with one of his ties... 

ok let’s not lie here, he loves bdsm and i don’t think there are a lot of things he wouldn’t try out with you

He also asks for your consent!!! Always! Thats very important to him

also safe sex is very important to him too, I bet he makes sure you’re both healthy before doing the do

would never do something you don’t like or don’t want to do. 

loves receiving but is also very down to give and get you in the mood more than enough. He’s only ready when you are already writhing beneath him, moaning his name over and over again. 

He loves to watch you please yourself, that way he gets to know what you love the most, it also turns him on so bad. 

He doesn’t like to masturbate on his own, but when he’s on a business trip or you are staying somewhere else (wait that would be strang ebut oh well) he’d be down for some dirty words you exchange over the phone, only then or when he needs to relieve some pressure he’d give himself a few strokes, twists and turns. But he misses you all the way. 

The first few times he’d hide his boner, but after being together for a quite while he’d just walk right up to you, either whispering into your ear or hugging you from behind to let you know that his thoughts are running wild

Jumin loves to tease… in every way. 

ice cubes

deep thrusts

he would never admit it, but Jumin really likes it when you roll him over and take control. 

tries to give you shivers while doing the do, lets his fingers or his lips merely brush over your skin to drive you insane. 

when you’re doing doggy style he loves to pull your hair (especially when you still have a ponytail - then he wraps it around his hand and pulls just enough to not hurt you)

deep thrusts

loves the feeling of you tight around his dick, especially when you reach your peak

with your fingernails digging inside his skin, trying to pull him tighter in your embrace, wishing you would never have to part away from him anymore... 

never was into sending dick pics, only if you’d like to receive one (but it’ll be a bit blurry after all), but if you like to send him a naughty pic he always loses his composure. 

it drives him wild when you play all innocent. especially when you wear lace underwear/ lingerie, nice clothes (which are also revealing), a collar, cat ears, or a cat tail... >.<

He loves to hold you in his arms when he cums, and likes the feeling of his twitching member inside of you...

is all in for aftercare, and maybe some more rounds after that! 

but also gets very sleepy afterwards and cuddly. 

that’s it! Bye^^

[yoosungisbabie]

pajamas - day seven

@juminweek2019

jumin x mc

rating: T

prompt: {striped shirts} / silk underwear

warnings: spoilers for day 7 of Jumin’s route!

word count: 2,500

ao3 link

[my Ko-fi♡]

They're both against her wearing Jumin's shirt as her pajamas, but that won't stop her.

note: this takes place during and after the chat at 21:58 on day 7 of Jumin's route! this is one of my favorite parts of his route.

also, thank you all so much for all your support throughout this week! please stay safe and enjoy! ♡

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She glanced over at him as her face began to flush with color. Jumin had settled into the couch a few minutes earlier, opting to sit at the opposite end from her. He seemed lost in thought; his gaze wasn’t quite focused on the phone in his hands, so her eyes flitted back to her own device, scanning the messages once more to make sure she hadn’t imagined them.

ZEN: Anyways, I get that you’re not getting any weird thoughts

ZEN: even though you’re alone with MC right now.

Jumin Han: I don’t know.

ZEN: What do you mean;;

She pressed her teeth into her tongue, glancing back up only to meet Jumin’s eyes. She looked away quickly, focusing on thinking about what to say in response instead of the heat in her cheeks.

She smiled as a silly thought came into her mind, knowing that Zen would absolutely hate the very idea. But that only spurred her on. She also wanted to help shift the subject a little, knowing that Jumin was having a rough time and didn’t need to be interrogated.

MC: I… want to wear Jumin’s striped shirt as my pajamas, but he keeps stopping me.

She hesitantly pressed send, watching as a small smile lifted Jumin’s lips. She saw him begin typing, her heart jumping at what he would have to say. But as she looked back to the chatroom in anticipation, she was met with the exact reaction she’d expected from Zen.

ZEN: No!!!!!!!!!

She couldn’t help but giggle to herself, the sound drawing Jumin’s gaze as he finished typing.

Jumin Han: Your pajamas will be delivered soon in perfect size.♛ 

ZEN: No!!!!

ZEN: Never!!

ZEN: Don’t even think about pajamas.

ZEN: Since you’re not spending the night there! 

She couldn’t help but be amused, rolling her eyes a little at how worked up Zen was getting and how she’d been able to guess that he’d have that reaction.

But the whole conversation sparked an idea in her mind, one that rapidly grew into a plan. She was undoubtedly grateful that Jumin had gone to the trouble of ordering tailored clothes for her, but seeing how adamant Zen was about her not wearing his shirt stirred a sort of childish mischief in her.

Before she could convince herself otherwise, she stood from the couch and met Jumin’s gaze when it was drawn to her.

“Is it okay if I use the bathroom?” she asked. He nodded, standing from the couch to meet her.

“Of course. It’s that door just there,” he informed her, gesturing with his hand towards the door she’d already guessed led to the bathroom.

“Thank you,” she smiled, stepping forward to walk past him. She quickly realized she could have gone the other way, noticing how small of a space she had to squeeze between him and the coffee table. A bright blush rose to her cheeks as she clenched her jaw in embarrassment.

“Sorry,” she breathed out as she moved past him, feeling her body lightly brush against his. His soft scent washed over her senses, making her heart jump against her ribs. But she kept walking, moving to the bathroom quickly and almost regretting getting up at all.

She closed the door as gently as possible, leaning against it and breathing out. She hadn’t gotten a glimpse of his face, but if she had, what would his expression have looked like?

Shaking her head, she pressed her hands to her cheeks, hoping to cool them down. She had been sent to his penthouse to make sure that he was okay, not to flirt with him. She couldn’t deny her attraction to him, but she hadn’t even known him for a full week.

Taking a deep breath, she lifted her eyes to look around the spacious bathroom. It was pretty fancy, but the laundry basket adjacent to the shower was the only thing that caught her eye. She moved over to it quickly, pulling the wicker lid from the top and peering inside.

A short sigh left her lungs in relief, and a giddy, almost nervous smile stretched across her face. She’d guessed that Jumin would change when he arrived home from work. Even though he was still wearing a dress shirt and slacks, it seemed like a casual outfit for him. And it turned out she was right because a pinstriped, button-up shirt was lying in the basket waiting for her to take it.

She briefly laughed, taking the shirt from the basket and sizing it up. She figured it would be quite big on her, but the fabric was so soft, and it smelled like Jumin. It would be more comfortable than any other clothing she could sleep in.

Her phone vibrated against the marble countertop by the sink, prompting her to pick it up and read over the messages she’d missed in the chatroom. Jumin had suggested a party guest at Zen’s request and then said that it was probably time for her to sleep. Zen said his goodbyes, leaving her to continue on with her plan.

She was beginning to undress when there was a knock at the door.

“Y-yes?” she answered, sliding her arm back through her shirt quickly.

“Excuse me. Your pajamas arrived. Would you like to change into them?” Jumin spoke through the door, putting a smile on her face at both his kindness and his soft voice.

“Oh, sure,” she replied, placing his shirt back in the hamper before opening the bathroom door. He stood there, the draft from the door brushing his hair across his forehead, with the folded pajamas in his hands.

“Thank you,” she smiled, reaching to take them from him. His hands brushed hers, his skin soft and warm and immediately making her stomach tie itself in knots. He pressed his lips together, returning his hands to his sides before taking a gentle breath.

“It’s my pleasure,” he responded. “I want you to be comfortable here, so please, if you need anything let me know,” he told her, his tone genuine and kind. She hugged the pajamas to her chest, feeling her heart swell at his hospitality. It was more than she could ever ask for though; all she really needed was his company.

“Okay,” she breathed out, completely charmed by his words and his warm look. She began closing the door, seeing him nod and turn to walk back towards what she guessed was the couch.

When the door was closed, she locked it, placing the pajamas on the bathroom counter and taking a deep breath. His sweet words made her second-guess herself, and she worried her bottom lip between her teeth and she went over it again in her mind.

She knew she would be much more comfortable in something simple. The pajamas looked to be made of something expensive, and although grateful, she knew she would feel slightly nervous to be wearing something so fancy to bed.

She also knew that Zen’s reaction would almost certainly make her laugh, and it might even amuse Jumin too. That was enough to push her forward, leaving her undergarments on as she pulled on his shirt and carefully buttoned it up.  

It was definitely oversized on her, the ends of the shirt meeting just above the halfway point of her thighs. The sleeves fell past her hands, the button cuffs at the end undone. She looked in the mirror, glad that the fabric wasn’t see through and making sure that she’d buttoned it up high enough.

She turned and took a deep breath, placing a hand on the door handle and letting out another quiet laugh at what she was doing. But she steeled herself, opening the door and stepping out to find him waiting for her on the arm of the armchair near the couch. His hands were in his lap, and it seemed like he had dimmed the lights.

But it was as clear as day when she was met with a shocked expression, an uncontrollable blush spreading across her face.

“D-did…” he started to say, his voice faltering before he stopped to clear his throat. He stood to meet her, walking a few paces forward but staying a safe distance. He kept his eyes firmly on hers. It was hard to tell in the dim light, but she could have sworn there was a hint of pink just above his cheekbones.

“Did the pajamas not fit correctly?” he asked her, his intense gaze making her throat run dry. She looked down at herself, gripping the end of the shirt tightly.

“I just thought this would be a lot more comfortable,” she replied, seeing his eyebrows furrow slightly at her words. “I hope this is okay,” she added quickly, hoping she hadn’t upset him. He let out a breath that sounded shaky, his hands moving to adjust the button cuffs on the ends of his own sleeves.

“I see. I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable...” he spoke tensely, his voice trailing off as his eyes moved to her hands. She pressed her lips together, glancing down at them and back to him in confusion.

“Let me help you with those sleeves,” he offered, taking a careful step towards her and extending his hand. But before he touched her, his hand froze, their eyes meeting once more in an electrified gaze.

“May I?” he asked, raising his eyebrows at her. She nodded, feeling her breaths move in and out of her lungs at a quick pace. She’d had no idea that she would get so nervous once she was in his sight.

Jumin found her wrist beneath the fabric of the shirt, his cold fingers lifting her arm towards his chest. The soft sleeve slid from her skin, exposing her shaky hand as he turned it over and signaled for her to hold her arm there. His adept fingers worked to fold up the sleeve to a comfortable length for her, securing the buttons just above her wrist.

She was about to thank him, but then he took her hand in his again, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the inside of her wrist. Her heart leapt into action, the heat already in her cheeks spreading into her neck.

But Jumin remained silent, seeming to calm slightly as her heart rate only rose higher and higher. He lifted her other hand, adjusting the button cuff there and then kissing the same spot on her wrist.

It was only after his lips left her skin that he met her gaze, his gray eyes shadowy but warm in the dim lights of his penthouse. She could no longer find it in herself to speak, feeling like she couldn’t trust her voice after the tender care he’d offered her.

“I never thought seeing someone else in my clothes would stir such a strong reaction in me,” he said, his voice deep and throaty. He searched her eyes, seeming to be waiting for a response. She had been distracted trying to put a name to the warmth spreading through her chest, but she’d heard him loud and clear.

“Is it a good reaction?” she asked, glad that her voice didn’t fail her.

“Yes,” he replied quickly, his eyes burning into hers. “Very much so.”

It was then that he lifted his hand to her face, his fingertips ghosting across her jaw before he brushed her cheek with the back of his hand. Her skin felt like it could ignite under his touch, and her lips fell open in a soundless gasp when he moved to cup her cheek. His palm felt cool again the heat of her skin, her heart fluttering rapidly.

He pulled his hand from her face, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear before running his fingers through the length of it incredibly gently. His eyes were wide, seeming as if he wanted to take everything in and never forget it.

His hand returned to her cheek, and she watched his eyes wander her face, landing on her lips.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, the softest smile gracing his countenance. She felt weak, but she never wanted him to stop, his touch being a drug that she was willing to be addicted to.

His thumb moved to her bottom lip, slowly tracing the gentle curve of it. She felt his left hand move to caress her other cheek, removing his thumb from her lips and starting to move closer. She let her eyes find his mouth, anticipating his next move, but it was then that he stopped himself, searching her eyes as his widened once more.

Jumin began to pull back, letting his skin slide off hers disappointingly. She immediately missed the warmth of his touch, a look of confusion drawing her eyebrows downward.

“Forgive me. I’m keeping you awake,” he spoke gently, remaining so close to her. She didn’t want to pressure him, especially when there was so much going on in his head, but her heart was still racing from the thought of kissing him.

But she composed herself, trying to reign in the fire just beneath her skin and put on a smile.

“Where will you sleep?” she asked him, feeling her stomach drop when he averted his eyes, opting to look at the floor. Even though she moved to amend her question, she couldn’t deny that seeing his cheeks flush felt like an accomplishment.

“I-I just feel bad for stealing your bed,” she explained, hearing a short, breathy laugh come from him as he met her gaze again.

“I’ll be fine,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest as he took another half-step back from her. “I don’t think I’ll sleep. I have some things to think about,” he told her. She was unable to help the worry that settled into her features, guilt pressing against her conscience.

“But nothing for you to worry,” he smiled, making her expression lighten. “Just rest up on my bed.” She nodded, looking over at the large bed that waited for her. She glanced back at him, wishing the pain in his eyes could be taken away by sheer will.

“Goodnight, Jumin,” she spoke softly, wanting to reach out to him but restraining herself. He bowed his head slightly, offering her a smile that she hoped she would get to see more often.

“Goodnight,” he said, watching her walk over and crawl into his bed. She smiled at him as he flipped the lights off completely, seeing him move towards the kitchen.

When he disappeared from sight, she let out a dizzy sigh, the thought of his hands on her making her heart race all over again.

As she laid in his bed trying to calm down, she admired how quiet the penthouse was. She felt safe there. It was so silent, in fact, that when Jumin let out his own shaky sigh and laughed, she could hear it loud and clear.

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hehe, as I was writing this, I was thinking that if this happened in his route, it would probably be on the way to a bad ending...yikes

anyway! aaaaah! I can’t believe this week is already over! thank you all so much for all your kind comments and support!! it means more to me than you know! <3 

please stay safe, and look out for more from me in the future! <3

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'Mystic messenger'

Featuring;

Zen

Jumin han

Jaehee

Saeyoung choi

Yoosung kim

V

Saran Choi

Vaderwood

Y/n L/n

~•COMING•~

~•SOON•~

Please feel free to ask me for Amy request

GENRE: romance

Angst

Fluff

Series

Smut

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[kaeyas-beloved]

Hey there! Can you write a scenario where Jumin thought he had protect or shield mc from getting shot or an accident but at the last minute mc turn the table around and protect him instead . She almost died but survived. After the incident Jumin becomes more possessive, clingy and protective of mc because he was traumatised of almost losing her. Can you make this angsty and ends it with a fluff

Will do ^-^ Hope it’s good!

Today was just suppose to be a fun little date commoner style.

You know, nothing too extravagant like a trip around theworld or eating at a restaurant that was privately booked for just the two ofthem. She wanted something small, like stargazing! She wanted to go to the lakein the park’s after Jumin got off of work tonight. So that’s what they did.

Walking hand-in-hand to the park, Jumin and (Y/N) had smileson their faces; it’s been awhile since the two had a date; especially one thatwas outside and that had no body guards hanging around to kill the mood betweenthem. Once the couple reached the lake they both laid down, (Y/N) resting herhead on Jumin’s chest, right above his heart, and Jumin resting his head herown head. Peacefully, they watched the stars twinkle and pointed outconstellations they knew and showed them to the other. They even spotted ashooting star once! Everything was perfect.

That is, until…

BAMM!

Jumin and (Y/N) shot up from their positions on the groundthen turned to where the shot sounded from. They were met with the site of aman who was pointing a gun in the air, likely to fire a shot and get their attention.The man looks like he’s in his early 20’s, he has white hair with pink tips aswell as mint coloured eyes. He was wearing a leather jacket with a red tank topand black pants; the right sleeve of the jacket was hanging around his arm toreveal a black cult tattoo of an eye. There was also a mask hiding half of hisface which in turn changed the way his voice sounded.

“Well, well, well. I see… you went with the corporate hair,interesting. I guess the plan can still work, come here pretty lady, come to paradisewith me.” the man lowered the gun and cooed to (Y/N).

Jumin and (Y/N) stood up and Jumin went to shield her. “Overmy dead body” Jumin hissed. The man only laughed. When he stopped looked atthem, his eyes had a crazed look to them.

“Very well, have it your way” then the man lifted his gun backup to point it a him and pulled the trigger. Jumin closed his eyes, waited forthe pain of the bullet contacting him to come, but it never did. When he openedhis eyes again, he was met with the sight if (Y/N), protecting him with her ownbody. Shortly after, she fell to the ground, clutching the wound that was locatedon her abdomen. Jumin quickly fell to the ground after her, panicking at thepossible outcomes to come. ‘Don’t die,don’t die (Y/N), please! I need you’ he though but did not voice it, he hasto be calm. For her. Jumin looks upfrom (Y/N) for a second to see where the culprit went, only, he finds that themysterious man has disappeared from the scene. He then looks back down at his bleedinglover.

“J-Jumin,” she chokes out. Because of the wound and itslocation on her body, (Y/N) is losing her strength, and fast.

“Save your strength, my love, someone will be here soon.” Thoughhis face shows that he is calm, his voice says otherwise.

“I-I love y-you, J-Jumin” she breaths out before losingconsciousness in his arms.

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2 weeks

It took two weeks for her to wake up in the hospital fromher injuries. Jumin was sitting right by her side when she did, he hasn’t evenleft the spot when it was unnecessary, any moment that he could spare he spentby her side, waiting. The man, on theother hand, has just disappeared; Jumin and his team just can’t find himanywhere! Even Seven has no clue!

When (Y/N) was released from the hospital a few days later,Jumin decided that the amount of body guards will triple, both of them will never go anywhere without guards and shewill not leave the penthouse without telling him. With these rules inplace, (Y/N) became suffocated in the amount of protection given. To add tothose rules, whenever they did goout, Jumin would always have an arm wrapped around her waist and would beholding her as close to him at all times. As well, if anyone, anyone, looks remotely suspicions Juminends up giving them a glare that says “Ican destroy you with a flick of my wrist, so you better back up.” Honestly, it’s scary! After some time, (Y/N) hadenough.

“Jumin, this needs to stop” she says in a firm tone. Juminhas a look of confusion on his face at her sudden words.

“What needs to stop, love?”

“The amount of body guards we have with us, the way you actwhen we do go out, which is rarely, and the fact that I have to tell you when I’m going out; it’s just…it’s too much Jumin. I can’t breathe, you need to cut back a little.” Jumin didn’tlike that, now he’s a little mad.

“What I am doing is for your safety! I get you to tell me soin case something happens I know where you are and the guards are so nothing willhappen to you again! I almost lost you! I can’t lose you, I can’t lose the onewho showed me how to show emotions, the one who helped me back on track and,most importantly, the love of my life.” Jumin started to cool down a little atthe end, which is good.

“I know, I know, but what you are doing right now, to keepme safe, it’s not healthy. Why don’t we start small, starting with less guardsaround and going out a little more often, and then go from there. Please Jumin”she gives him a smile, a smile that’s so sweet it melts hearts no matter whothey are.

“Alright kitten. I am sorry that I made you feel that way, Iwas just really scared. If I ever did lose you, I wouldn’t know what to do, I’dbe lost for good” Jumin says while going to embrace (Y/N). She gladly returnsit, resting her head on his chest, right above his heart. Then she turns herhead up to look at him.

“I know Jumin but, you’ll never lose me, I’ll alwaysbe here,” she coos, “I promise.”

Requests are open! You can request something of your own OR request from this list plus a character! No NSFW please^-^ 

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Cherries And Love Have Four Things In Common

Written for the RFA Valentines Event 2k17

I was assigned @the-sloth-woman, who I can actually tag now! Yay! My prompt was Jumin Han fluff and something spring-themed like visiting a garden. So…have MC and Jumin picking cherries together.

This is Jumin x Reader, 1081 words :) And Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! Posting this early because it’s my lady’s birthday today and valentine’s day tomorrow. I’m going to be busy.

The day is hot. Too hot. You adjust your sunglasses and exhale, scouring your locale.

The weather reports are unanimous in calling it a heatwave, even if none of them are able to agree on a temperature. The penthouse, at present, is practically an oven and Jumin’s calls from the office on your lunch break have picked up in frequency.

Keep reading

[aspiringwriterkisako]

Dedicated to my love

MC is a writer and writes a romance novel dedicated to Jumin. MC's name is Miki. "This book is dedicated to the most wonderful person in the world, my love, Jumin. Thank you for showing me what love is, every single day." These were the words she had written when she was alone in her study, feeling proud, overwhelmed, and most of all, so, so loved. But now that she had the hardcopy of the published book in her hand, she couldn't help feeling embarrassed. It was the first book she had written after being married. Jumin had asked to read it, but she kept stalling, insisting she would let him when it was edited, when it was approved, when it printed, and on and on. She hadn't even let him on on what the plot was. And now, it was in the market. People had already read it and were leaving reviews, and some-a few- were referencing the words on the very first dedication page. She had to thank Jumin's new business deal for keeping him too busy to mess with her business. He didn't know it, but the book had already been delivered weeks before, one official copy for the penthouse apartment they shared. Today, he was coming home early. Early enough for lunch, in fact, because he was finally done with signing the contract. And she knew he would ask about the book. She jolted as she heard the door open. "Miki, I'm home," said a deep, carrying voice. Elizabeth meowed and got off Miki's lap, pattering over to Jumin. Miki shoved the book under the cushions of the sofa she was sitting on and got up. "Jumin," she greeted him as he came in the living room with a white fluffy cat in his arms. His face lit up as his eyes fell on her, and throwing an arm around her, he held both the girls close, drawing a deep breath and relaxing his body, melting into the hug. "Welcome home," Miki nuzzeled against his chest, smiling inspite of herself. "Hungry?" She asked. "Mmm," Jumin replied. She took his hand and led him to the already set table. "Today's your favourite," she announced. "For working so hard all the time." "Oh," he said, his smile wider as he looked softly at her. "Thank you. I wouldn't have made it through this week without your smile." He bent down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. "My baby," he muttered, his eyes full of adoration. As was their custom, they didn't talk about work during their meal. Instead, Jumin pulled her chair towards his, disregarding table ettiqutes, and talked about random things that took his fancy. He told her how tired he was, how he would like a nap after this (Miki's heart soared, maybe he wouldn't mention the book) and then he paused for a while, and said, glancing at her, "You do look sweet today." Miki felt her cheeks getting warmer. In the middle of the meal, he bent down again and placed a kiss on her cheek. She threw him a playful glare and shoved her own spoonful towards his. With a boyish smile, he ate it. Before they knew it, they were feeding each other, and dropping little kisses here and there. Jumin helped her put away the dishes. "I'll take out a change of clothes for you to sleep in," Miki said. "No," he said, putting the last of the dried dishes back in the cabinet. "Stay." She didn't feel good about this. A feeling of foreboarding filled her. Jumin turned to look at her with a smile, oblivious to the dread she was feeling. "Your book. It came out the day before yesterday." He said, his smile fading into a serious look. "I'm sorry we weren't able to celebrate. For tonight, let's have dinner at that pasta place you love." He took her hand in his and placed a kiss on it. "And for tomorrow, I'm all yours." He draped an arm across her waist, and Miki couldn't help but melt into him. "Did they send you a copy?" He asked eagerly. Miki looked away and muttered, "Yes." "May I read it? You've kept me in suspense for so long." Both his arms were around her now, the way he was when he was excited. Miki sighed and led him to the sofa, fishing the book out from behind the cushion and handed it to him. He grinned, feeling the book in his hands. Opening up the pages, he stopped at the dedication page. Miki cursed internally. Most people skip it. His grin vanished as he read the words, he threw her a glance, his lips moving as he read, something he never did, even when reading complicated contracts. He looked up at her, his lips parted. "Baby-" he began. But Miki couldn't take it any longer. Burrying her face in her hands, she ran away, saying, "Just let me know what you think!" It was evening by the time she emerged from her study. Elizabeth meowed, hearing her door open from somewhere inside the home, and Miki followed her voice. They met halfway, the cat already on her way towards her with her tail held high. "Elizabeth." She bent down to pet her. "Where is he?" Elizabeth understood and led the way towards their bedroom. The lights were off, save for a table lamp on the bedside table. The curtains were drawn and the room's thermostat lowered. Jumin was snuggled under the blanket, the book over his face, a hand still  on it. Miki picked the book up, impressed. He was more than halfway done. Jumin opened one eye. "Baby," he said sleepily. "C'mhere." He threw his arms wide open. Miki giggled, and threw herself on top of him, his arms closing around her in a clumsy yet tight embrace. "Beautiful," he muttered, his eyes half open. "I had such beautiful dreams." He nuzzeled his cheek into her hair. "It's a beautiful, beautiful book. I love you so much. My sweetheart." He sighed happily. "Jumin," she said, her voice barely a whisper as the warm feeling, starting from her heart, spread to the rest of her, leaving a tingling sensation. "I love you, darling." He turned her over to the side, looking straight into her face, a smile on his lips. A hand stroked her hair. Miki opened her mouth, determined to make him fully understand, "I put- all my love for you into it. I did my best... to convey my feelings when writing it." Jumin's eyes widened, and he laughed, a soft pink dusting his cheeks. When he looked at her, his eyes were sparkling. He leaned towards her, and pressed a kiss to her lips. "I-" On her left cheek. "Love-" On her right cheek. "You.-" On her forehead. He kissed her nose, her eyelids, till she let out a laugh. They were both blushing fools.

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Mystic Messenger X Reader (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/UiNb/JimgWQLlbH Hello humans and welcome to my new fan fic I've been having tons of ideas about this game and so I've decided to update and published them hope you will enjoy :D

[gureishi]

Wow...the prompts? They're all good. Can you write something angst for Jumin and a female MC, with number 11? I don't mind NSFW. Congrats on 100. You deserve them all and more! 💜😌

TruUUEE. You are too good to me as always. Thank you for saying so ♡

And thank you for this wonderful prompt, and giving me an excuse to write about vulnerable Jumin—my favorite Jumin!

This “ficlet” sprawled into an absolute monstrosity because I got carried away with tearful Jumin and then it got sexy and...oh dear.

eleven: i could only be myself with you around

JuminXReader, E (oral sex, fingering), words: 3887

Warning: NSFW (eventually, I swear)~ Don’t proceed if you don’t wanna read smut <3

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When he comes home, his eyes are dark.

You look up from your book; you’re incredibly comfortable on the couch, a blanket tucked around your legs, a cup of tea beside you. There’s a fire in the fireplace and the room is finally just the temperature you like it. You were feeling sleepy.

You’re not feeling so sleepy anymore.

He shuts the door, too hard, and his posture is stiff as crosses the living room with a few purposeful strides. 

“Hi, honey,” you say, and your voice comes out reedy and thin, because you know something is wrong.

He looms over you, and you don’t feel scared—never scared, not of him—but you can’t help but look down, fidgeting with the fringe on the blanket. He kisses your forehead and it feels cursory; you feel a little pang of annoyance. He still hasn’t said anything to you.

Briefly, his hand lingers on the top of your head, and momentarily, you’re comforted—this is a habit. But then he moves away, walking with that same fast, stilted pace. He’s still wearing his shoes.

“Jumin,” you say to his back. He hesitates, and you suppose you’ve taken him by surprise—he’s honey or darling more than he’s Jumin, and you know your voice sounds strange. But he is strange tonight; you’ve waited up for him, and on an ordinary day his eyes would light up, his face splitting into the warm, soft smile he reserves just for you. You feel its absence like a tug behind your ribcage.

“I need a moment,” he says at last, and his voice is oddly high-pitched, like he hasn’t caught his breath.

You kick the blanket off your knees, upsetting your book as you stand.

“What’s…”

He disappears into the bedroom, shuts the door.

“…wrong,” you finish, lamely.

What?

Suddenly, the room doesn’t feel so cozy; the off-white (“winter wood,” Jumin says it’s called) walls feel bare and too far apart and the ceiling feels too high and the perfectly-arranged furniture seems cold and uninviting. You trace his footsteps, silent in your stockinged feet.

You’ve only lived in this new house together a few months, and the excitement hasn’t quite worn off. Most days when you’re home before he is, he arrives in a hurry and sweeps you into his arms, dipping you low and kissing you earnestly. There have been days he’s come home tired, of course, or worried—and on those days, you’ve put on a record and shared a bottle of wine, hands intertwined under one of your many soft white throw blankets.

Today, he looks like he’s seen a ghost.

“Honey…?” You linger at the door, press your ear against it. Nothing. “You’re worrying me,” you say. You hear shuffling, the familiar sound of him removing his jacket, laying it on the pile for the dry cleaner. “I’m coming in,” you tell him, louder—because it is your bedroom, too, and your heart is in your throat. 

Silence. You push open the door.

He hasn’t turned on any lights, and it takes a moment for your eyes to adjust. Your husband is sitting on the edge of the bed, his jacket off, his head bent, his face in his hands. He’s still wearing his stupid shoes.

You want to bend over him and kiss the very top of his head, tickle his sensitive sides till he smiles. But everything about him says stay away: the angle of his head and the rigidness of his shoulders. The way his sleeves are still buttoned as if he isn’t in his own home.

You take a hesitant step toward him and at least he doesn’t stop you.

“Darling, will you please talk to me?” you say. He looks so small to you then: vulnerable and afraid.

For a moment, he’s quiet, and you think that he may continue to ignore you. Then you notice that his broad, muscular shoulders are shaking. It’s barely perceptible, but you see it.

“I cannot be with you right now,” he says at last, his voice muffled by his hands. “If I am with you I will cry.”

That does it. Throwing caution to the wind, you leap onto the bed, jarring him a little. He peers up at you out of the corner of his eye and you’re shocked to see that it is, in fact, slightly red-rimmed.

“Then you should cry,” you say. “It’s what I’m here for.”

He hesitates, and you watch him do battle with himself for a moment, torn between instinct and impulse, old habits and new routines. You wait, letting him decide.

At last, the side of him that has been gradually unfurling since the day you met him wins. He raises his head from his hands and reaches for you, holding his arms out like the lonely child you know he once was.

And you are relived, because this is the man you married.

With perhaps slightly too much enthusiasm, you crawl into his lap, draping your legs to one side and wrapping your arms around his neck. It’s taken time for him to adjust to this kind of full-body contact—it’s as alien to him as it natural to you. Still, he rests his head against the crook of your neck.

“I’m sorry,” he says, and his lips brush your skin, making you squirm. “I would never want to make you worry.”

You play with the back of his collar with your fingertips. “Sometimes I will worry, because I love you,” you say. “Just please don’t hide from me.”

He tilts his head so he can—finally—look at you properly. His steely gray eyes are glazed over and you know this look, though you haven’t seen it in a long time.

“Tell me what you’ve been holding back all day,” you say, as he reaches up with a long finger to brush the hair off your forehead—another familiar gesture, which soothes you.

He adjusts a little so he’s cradling you, one arm over your shoulders, the other under your legs. He leans his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. He’s stalling for time, but you don’t mind—his chest is warm and solid through his perfectly-pressed shirt and you take the opportunity to bathe yourself in his warm woody scent. He’s working so much lately, more than usual, and sometimes when you’re home alone in the evening you spritz his cologne in the air so you feel less lonely. You don’t tell him this.

“May I ask you a question, my love?” he says. He still has that closed-off look in his eyes but he sounds more like himself, deep and warm and wonderful.

“Of course.”

“When you met me, was I…” He clears his throat, awkwardly fiddles with his cufflinks. You gently separate his hands, remove the cufflinks. Unbutton the sleeves. “Was I…not a good person?”

You drop the cufflink. It falls to the floor with a jarring clink. You’re not sure what you were expecting, but that wasn’t it. You bend over, reaching for the little piece of metal; he stops you with a firm hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it,” he says. “Please tell me what you think.”

No, you almost respond automatically. No, I thought you were wonderful. But the look in his eyes begs a more thoughtful answer than that. With practiced fingers, you roll up one of his shirt sleeves. You run one finger up his forearm, from his wrist to his elbow, tracing the tense muscles there.

“When I met you, I thought you were frighteningly smart and stunningly beautiful,” you say. You roll up his other sleeve, carefully folding the silky smooth fabric. “I’d never met anyone like you before. I was impressed by you, and I also thought you looked like you needed a gentle slap on the face and then a really good, tight hug. Does that…make sense?”

You tug his perfectly-tucked shirt out of his pants. You can’t stand him looking too put-together at home. He can do that everywhere else; home is for comfort.

“It…does,” he says slowly. “But I think perhaps you were the only one with that opinion of me.”

You look into his face and are startled to see tears at the corners of his eyes. You’re not sure you’ve seen him cry since your wedding day.

“Will you tell me what happened today?” you ask, wiping away the tears with your fingertips. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath—he is breathing in your scent just as you did his, you think.

“In truth, it was nothing of note.” He goes for his sleeves again, realizes you’ve rolled them up. Instead, he settles his hands at your waist, threading his fingers through your belt loops. “I had lunch with a…former colleague. He is the president of a Chinese company, and I haven’t spoken to him in several years.”

Ah. “And you felt like the version of you he was expecting to see and the person you are now aren’t the same?”

Jumin actually laughs at that, his eyes growing wide. There’s a little of his usual ardor behind them now.

“You, my dear, know me far better than I know myself.”

“I know I do.”

You kiss his eyebrow and he covers both your hips with his big hands. You trail kisses down the side of his face, kiss away the last of the tears that have formed at the inner corners of his eyes.

“I felt as though he was speaking to a man who no longer exists,” Jumin says, closing his eyes; you kiss his eyelashes. “I felt the urge to tell him so. I felt angry. And then I felt…” He trails off.

“Grief?” you offer. You continue your trajectory, feathering kisses down the bridge of his nose. You kiss his cupid’s bow and he groans, low in his throat, barely audible.

“How strange,” he says. “Why should I feel grief for myself?”

“It’s normal to grieve the ways in which parts of you disappear over time,” you say. You lift a hand to his neck, undo his tie. It slips easily through your fingers; you’ve done this so many times before.

He exhales heavily, and it’s sad and relieved and needy all at once.

“And then I felt afraid,” he says. “Because I knew I would come home to you and feel the things I had been trying not to feel all day. Because that, my darling, is what you do to me.”

“Sounds like your feelings scared us both a little bit today,” you say. His tie is off; you toss it aside. It joins the stray cufflink on the floor.

“Feelings can be very frightening,” he says. He’s been still this whole time; suddenly, he springs to action as if he’s been waiting for his moment to pounce. His hands skim over your sides, grasp your shoulders, turning you firmly so you’re twisted in his lap—nose-to-nose with him.

“I would like to take a warm shower,” he says. His gaze is unwavering and you melt a little. “I would like you to join me,” he adds.

He doesn’t phrase it like a question, but you know it is. It always is, with him—his eyes ask for your acquiesce and his hands on your shoulders are tentative, waiting for your answer.

“Take me there,” you say. He lifts you easily, carries you in his arms as if it’s the easiest thing in the world. His knitted eyebrows say otherwise—he’s holding himself back, his hand clenching at your shirt as if it’s taking all his patience not to tear it off.

He sets you down gently on your feet on the cool, clear tiles of the master bathroom. He’s gone in an instant: dimming the light, turning on the shower. It’s such a huge shower—you were shocked the first time you saw the designs. It has three faucets and a marble bench for sitting, or shaving your legs, or…other activities.

“Do you want to undress me or do you want to watch?” you ask him, playfully striking a pose—knowing he loves the choice, loves to feel he has you in the palm of his hand.

He looks you up and down, pupils huge, hair delightfully disheveled—for Jumin, anyway—one stray lock hanging over his eyes.

“I want to watch,” he says, and there’s none of the coldness in his voice now, only chocolatey depth and unbidden desire.

So you undress for him, to the rainforest rushing sound of the shower’s many faucets, turning as you lift your shirt over your head, wriggling out of your pants slowly, revealing just a strip of skin at a time. You give him a cheeky glance of the lacy strap of your underwear, of your hips, of your ass, which (you know because you check in the massive mirror hanging over the door) is framed adorably by your gauzy thong.

“I am running out of patience,” he says—growls—and you feel a hot, wonderful flush creeping up the back of your neck.

“Then come get me,” you say.

So he does, crossing the large bathroom and unhooking your bra in one smooth motion. He tears it from you and throws it to the ground. He spins you to face him and his dark eyes are simmering, his grip on your shoulders tight—but still restrained, not painful. Never painful.

“Do you want to know what image I couldn’t get out of my mind on the drive to work this morning?” he whispers, and you shiver.

“I do.”

He slides your thong down your legs, planting searing kisses over your hips, your thighs, your calves, your ankles. He’s kneeling at your feet now and the sight of him there, his beautiful head bent, almost drives you mad.

“I’ll show you,” he says. Then he’s on his feet again and he’s unbuttoning his shirt—with much more patience than he claims to have—slowly, scrupulously, as if to torture you both.

“Now I’m impatient,” you say, and you go for his belt. He laughs as you struggle to unhook it and the laugh turns to a low moan as your hands graze his erection, straining against his fitted vicuña pants. You deal with the buckle and make quick work of the pants, draping them over the sink—you don’t care what Jumin says, these pants are much too expensive to throw in a heap on the bathroom floor.

Now you’re the one kneeling before him, and he does a double-take as he sees the position you’re in. Even now, after all this time, after getting married, after moving into your custom-built home, he blushes. It’s this—his unexpected innocence, his charming traditionalism—that never fails to bewitch you.

“I will if you want me to,” you say, slipping his Swiss cotton underwear over his hipbones with adoring hands. He stands absolutely still, but you feel his hips trembling.

“I want you to,” he whispers. So you take him in your mouth—just the tip at first, moving your tongue in a circle, running a hand down his length. He moans again, low, breathy. You feel his muscles stretch as he reaches up, grabs onto the top of the glass shower door.

You slide his cock further into your mouth, one hand still at the base, and he mutters something you don’t understand. You breathe in and out slowly, creating suction as you pull away and then take him deeper. It stirs something in you—the cold tiles on your bare knees, the power you feel in having him at your mercy. He exhales, low and slow, and you feel stimulated and little and somehow totally in control.

With one hand, you cup his balls, gently massaging. Your eyelids flutter shut and you feel your hips and pelvis moving along with your lips as you slide him in and out—your own body already feeling hot and tingly, craving friction.

He mutters again and you can’t quite hear him. You run your tongue along his length, and his body shudders. He tries again. “I-if you continue like this, I won’t be able to…”

You let him slip from your lips.

“Do you want to come right now?” you ask and he groans.

“Yes, but I—” You slide your tongue all the way around his tip and he stumbles over his words. “Of course, but you…I want—”

You take him all the way into your mouth again and he stops speaking, letting out a low growl, tensing as he grips the door. He’s close, and you want to make him come, want to do it like this, him a twitching, shaking mess looming above you—you at his feet with the power to break him.

You round your lips, suction harder, pull him deeper, and his hips give a telltale jerk. Ah-ha. Your own body feels floaty and loose—you can barely feel the floor under your knees now. He tries to warn you in a throaty voice and you ignore him, raking your fingernails over his ass. He comes, rocking into your mouth, and you open your eyes to take him in—he looks ravished, all restraint dissolved, all presence of patience demolished as he shuts his eyes and unabashedly shakes against you. You swallow everything, so hopelessly turned on by his unbridled pleasure.

He pulls himself out of your mouth with a groan and reaches for you, tousling your hair with a shaky hand.

“You look so beautiful right now,” you tell him, and he does—perfect hair unkempt, muscular shoulders glimmering with sweat.

“I still haven’t shown you my fantasy,” he pants, and then his arm is around your waist and he’s scooped you up again. You squeal as he slings you over his shoulder, and you feel warm water hit your back as he lifts you into the shower. He sets you down tenderly on the marble bench, and it’s slick and just the perfect temperature, already warmed by the water and steam.

“Open your legs,” he murmurs, and you do, feeling a clenching inside, your swollen clit demanding attention.

Jumin turns away from you and you whine in dissatisfaction. He laughs, low and wonderful; the water runs in rivulets over his toned back. He’s back in an instant, the detachable shower head in his hand, and you cannot help the little whimper that tears from your throat.

“I wonder what will happen if I use this to stimulate you…” he says, his deep voice trailing off seductively. Your thighs twitch in anticipation.

“I–I would also—” He runs a finger over your already-sensitive clit and you hiss. “—l-like to know that,” you manage to choke out.

He twists the knob on the shower head so the water flows gently, tapering toward the middle. He runs it over you from a distance and it’s warm and lovely; he moves it closer and closer until you yelp, feeling the water pressure at your core. It shakes you.

“Good?” he murmurs and you nod, shutting your eyes against the glaze of heat you feel building from within. “More?” You nod again and the water changes; it’s more tapered, stronger. You squirm, your hands scrabbling for purchase on the smooth bench beneath you. He sees what you need and suddenly his warm, slick fingers meet yours, entwining with them. He moves the faucet in a dainty circle and you feel like your eyes are going to roll back in your head. “More?”

You gasp a “yes” and the pressure ramps up again and you writhe, feeling like you will explode. You feel another, new sensation and your eyes shoot open—it’s his finger, slipping over your clit and then inside you. You cry out.

“Too much?”

“N-no, I…no…please…” You’re babbling, but he knows what to do. He moves the faucet closer, the pressure on your clit intensifying and the heat you feel nearly blinding you. Then his finger moves inside you and your back arches and you’re slipping, slipping, and you feel him move closer and you throw out your other arm and brace yourself on his chest.

“How does that feel?” he whispers, and you know he’s doing this on purpose, know he’s trying to make you talk to hear the sweet sounds you’ll make, know he’s aware how the multitasking makes your head spin.

“I—I…it…ummm…Jumin!” you manage, gasping as he curls his finger inside of you, flicking the thin, hard stream from the faucet over you again and again and…

“Tell me how it makes you feel,” he commands, and you stammer, gasping for air, and he curls his finger again, hitting your g-spot as the stream of water stills, focused directly on your tender, throbbing clit.

“Ah—!” is all you manage before you fall apart, your back hitting the shower wall as you come hard and fast, the ice cold heat at your core tearing you to pieces. Through the haze, you think you cry out again, and his finger moves incessantly within you and the water makes you see bright shards of white through your closed eyelids.

You gasp, coming down slowly, trembling all over. You squint your eyes open and his face is so close to yours, his eyes full of awe and lust and adoration. He slips his finger out and diverts the faucet away from you. You catch your breath, head swimming.

“So,” you say finally, when you have enough breath to speak. “You fantasied about making me come with the shower faucet?”

“Yes, of course,” he responds, tilting his head quizzically, the water from the main faucet cascading over his shoulders as he stands up straight. “Is that so strange?”

You laugh. “It’s not,” you say. He offers you a hand and you stand too, slipping and sliding until you find purchase on the grippy strips lining the bottom of the tub.

“Now,” he says in a businesslike tone. “Would you like to wash off, get dry, and then have sex in the bed?”

Your face breaks into a grin because that’s so very Jumin and god, you love him for it.

“Yes,” you say, and you reach for the soap, pouring a fragrant stream of it onto your hand. “But can I ask you a question first?”

“Anything, my love.” He adjusts the second faucet so it’s more accessible for you.

“Earlier, when you said you couldn’t be around me…”

“Ah,” he says—and his serious expression is somewhat offset by the way the water glues his hair to the sides of his head, somehow silly and sexy at the same time. “I meant that I’m able to keep up a façade as long as I’m not around you. As soon as you’re by my side, I feel.” 

You press up against his back, letting the soap spill through your fingers. You kiss the smooth, warm skin there and he sighs contentedly.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, and you almost can’t hear him over the rushing water. “Thank you for allowing me to feel.”

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Another love, Chapter I (JuminxReader)

Author’s notes:

I was about to take a break, but here I am! I woke up with another idea today and I had to write it. It's super long, lol.

In this AU, everything happened more or less the same as in the game - except that You/MC did not end up with anyone.

As for the Mint Eye case - it was resolved just like in Seven's Secret Ending - that is, if I remember correctly, and again I'm too lazy to check it, lol - Rika is in a mental asylum, Saeran is alive and well, V is dead.

After all these events and all the ruckus with RFA, you came back to your ordinary life, except that of course you are still involved in hosting parties and you are still very much friends with everyone.

Several months have passed since the events of the Mint Eye. During this time, you entered into a relationship with a boy (his name is totally random, from a generator, lol) whom you know from the beginning of your studies (currently you have holidays, before your last year - I do not know how it works in Korea, so I'm sorry if something is illogical.).

Be aware of: strong language, not really nsfw, but there'll be some sexual activities mentioned, angst.

Chapter I (You are here) | Chapter II |  Chapter III |  Chapter IV | Chapter V | Chapter VI |  Chapter VII | Chapter VIII | Chapter IX | Chapter X | Chapter XI | Chapter XII |  Chapter XIII | Chapter XIV |

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You were just coming back from the ladies' night with Jaehee. You've drank coffee together in a cozy cafe, you listened to her admiring Zen's new performances and complaining about the big amount of work. You reminded her cautiously that Jumin had given her some free time - you did not like it when she judged him too harshly, although you could admit and notice when he was the one who demanded too much from the ever-busy Jaehee.

"Mr. Han gave me some free time just because you said you want to spend some time with me," Jaehee said back then. "I do not know how you do it, but he is extremely nice to you. It doesn't matter though, when I get back to work, it will be the same again as always."

It was true that Jumin was nice to you. When you first met him at the RFA messenger, he seemed inaccessible and cold. However, you quickly changed your opinion about him. After he called you for the first time and explained that he was calling only to hear the voice of the new RFA member... you thought it was actually quite funny. He was actually quite funny.

Every time you laughed at his jokes, the others almost suggested that you should do some medical examination to make sure everything is alright with you. Seven often joked that someone had to break into your brain, and Zen was devastated by the fact that instead of paying attention to his beauty, you are interested in talking to "this jerk." You did not understand their behavior and you did not like it when they insulted Jumin. You considered his love for Elizabeth the 3rd as charming and adorable. Besides, you had the impression that it would be good for the others to test their eyesight - not for you - because they did not see how Jumin cared about RFA. After all this fiasco with Mint Eye, he dealt with most matters. He made sure that Saeran would have good care in the hospital. He made sure that Rika went to the appropriate mental asylum - after she killed his best friend! He did all this, though he did not have to. And no one thanked him for it. What's more, each time the two of you had some more emotional conversation in the chat room - others then laughed at him that such sentimentality did not suit him. You loved all RFA members, they were your friends, but sometimes you wanted to shake them all.

Immersed in these thoughts, you climbed the stairs and headed to the apartment you rented with your boyfriend Yuwoon. Before entering, you folded the umbrella - it was raining outside. In the hall, you noticed an extra pair of women's shoes that certainly did not belong to you. Your heart jumped. However, you washed away suspicious thoughts - maybe someone came to visit, maybe someone from the family - but at such a late time? Then you suddenly remembered that you told Yuwoon that it was possible that you would spend the night at Jaehee’s place.

No, it can not be... You thought, took off your own shoes and silently approached the bedroom. Your stomach twisted itself when you heard noises that suggested only one thing. You just stood there for some time, under the door, frozen.

"Ah! Yuwoon! I'm coming!" You heard a girl's voice and then her blissed moan. You felt that you would vomit soon. You felt that your heart stopped beating. In spite of this, you were suddenly filled with icy rage. You pushed the door and stepped inside. There he was, Yuwoon, your boyfriend, a handsome and tall man on whom you had a crush from the beginning of your studies - pinning some blonde hair girl into your shared bed. It was just when you came indoor that he released himself in her and made a loud groan. Her legs wrapped tightly around his back. You did not say a word, you were still standing still, though in your head your brain was pounding and spinning. Yuwoon turned slowly, and when he saw you, his eyes became wide with fear.

"Oh, shit!" His voice was still hoarse. Hurriedly he left the girl, who moaned again when he came out of her so violently. He got up from the bed and moved towards you.

"Don't you dare come near me!" You screamed icily, not allowing tears to flow on your cheeks.

"Y/N, wait!" It was only when he called you that you realize you were running out of the bedroom and then out of the apartment. You did not take an umbrella with you, you didn't even take your shoes. You ran barefoot down the stairs and fell out of the stairwell into the rain, which was falling even harder now. You did not stop, you ran through dark streets, lit only by lanterns. You wanted to be away from that damn apartment right now, from that bedroom and that bed.

You felt that your phone was vibrating in your pocket - one time after another. You ignored it for a long time until you found yourself in the park, where tired and cold you sat on a bench. Only then you checked the phone. You had 20 missed calls - each from Yuwoon. You also had messages from him.

"Please, answer, I can’t find you."

"It's not what you think, I'll explain everything."

"Please, I am worried about you."

"Get back to our goddamn apartment!"

"I'm sorry... I love you... I want to explain everything…"

You laughed hysterically at the last message. You did not want to have anything to do with him. With trembling hands, you made some quick moves and blocked his number. There was a race of thoughts in your head. What would you do now? You could call your parents... No, you were too embarrassed. You were an adult, you did not want to get them involved in your love stories.

You opened the messenger. Nobody was there. Should you leave a message? You were too embarrassed to admit what happened. But they were your friends, the best you ever had - you convinced yourself. You could count on them, right? With great resistance, you finally decided to write.

You: Hey, can anyone come in here? I need help.

You: Please, somebody read it.

You pressed the phone to your forehead. You wanted to cry - no! You will not cry, not because of the guy who cheated on you! He did not deserve your tears! You were wondering if you could call someone. Maybe to Jaehee - after all you considered the possibility that you would spend the night at her place. 

Then your phone has vibrated again. You looked at the screen with hope.

[Jumin Han has entered the chat room]

Jumin Han: Y/N

Jumin Han: What is happening?

Jumin Han: Are you hurt?

Jumin Han: Has someone hurt you?

You: Yes, someone has hurt me. But not in a physical way.

Jumin Han: How can I help you?

You: I need... I don’t have a place to spend the night.

Jumin Han: What? Where are you now?

You: In the park. It's raining and I'm cold. But I can’t go home.

Jumin Han: Give me the exact location. I will come there for you immediately.

That's what you did. You described where exactly you are. It was hard to write with cold hands. You crouched on the bench, your only protection from the rain was now a tree. You looked at the phone, that's all you could do. You did not want to think - you were afraid that you would see a picture in your head that you wanted to erase from your memory.

[Zen has entered the chat room]

Zen: Y/N! What's happening?

You: I will explain everything to you later, now I do not want to think about it.

Zen: I'm worried...

You: You do not have to. I can handle it.

Zen: You are alone, so late, in the park, it's raining and it's dark! How should I not worry?

[Jumin Han has entered the chat room]

Jumin Han: I will be there soon.

[Jumin Han has left the chat room]

Zen: Good!

Zen: Y/N wait for this jerk there!

Zen: And If anything goes wrong, CALL ME!

You: I'm so stupid, Zen... I'm so fucking stupid...

Zen: What? What are you saying?

Zen: You are not stupid! What's wrong?

Zen: Just hang in there! Jumin will be there any minute!

[Y/N has left the chat room]

In fact, it did not take long before you saw Jumin. As usual, he was wearing his perfect suit. He was accompanied by two bodyguards - one of them was holding an umbrella. You got up from the bench. At the sight of your good friend, you felt your whole body trembling. Jumin saw you, he paused for a moment, surprised, then he quickened his pace.

"Y/N..." In his voice, usually so composed, there was a concern, maybe even panic. You bit the inside of your lower lip. You wanted to cry again. "Give me this umbrella," Jumin said to the bodyguard and took an umbrella from his hand to hold it over you.

You embraced yourself, you were so cold and soaked from head to toe. "I'm sorry, Jumin... I should not bother you."

"What a nonsense, you are my friend." He glanced at you carefully, for a moment only the umbrella disappeared from above your head as Jumin hurriedly removed his elegant jacket and covered your arms with it, "My God, you're barefoot," He noticed after a moment.

"I…"

"Yoon, please take her to the car."

Your head was empty, your throat squeezed tight. Before you could react or protest, you found yourself in the arms of one of the bodyguards. You did not want someone to touch you now, but you did not say a word. You were carried to the limousine quickly and in absolute silence.   

Together with Jumin you sat on the last seat, separated from the driver and bodyguards. It was a really big and luxurious car, you didn't have the opportunity to find yourself in such a car ever before. And now, when you had the opportunity, you were so wet that sitting beneath you was also getting wet. Your bare feet were dirty. Embarrassed, you looked at Jumin, who was staring at you thoughtfully.

"I'm sorry, I'm ruining your car…"

Jumin blinked, clearly taken aback by your words, "Do not worry about something like that," He said in a calm voice and you saw that he hesitantly choose the next words, "Will you tell me what happened?"   

You swallowed hard, the memory of what you saw in the bedroom came back unexpectedly. Tears once again pushed into your eyes. Jumin had to see it, because he said quickly, "You do not have to. Don't force yourself."

"I should... I should tell Zen and the others that I'm safe..." You said, your voice cracking slightly. But when you took the phone in your hand, your fingers began to tremble so that you could not open the chat room. You no longer knew whether it was because of emotions or how you were frozen.

"I'll do it," Jumin offered and grabbed his own phone. You watched in silence as he wrote something on it.

Jumin’s POV

[Jumin Han has entered the chat room]

Zen: Jumin!

Zen: She is with you?

Zen: Is everything okay with her?

Jumin Han: She's with me.

Jumin Han: I do not know what happened.

Jumin Han: But I will take her to my apartment.

Zen: Would it not be better if she spent the night at Jaehee’s?

Zen: You're a man, you know...

Jumin Han: You're ridiculous. It's not important now.

Zen: She may not feel comfortable with it!

Jumin Han: I will do everything to make her feel comfortable.

Zen: What are you talking about? You do not want to take advantage of the situation?!

Jumin Han: What? You're ridiculous again.

[Jumin Han has left the chat room]

He put the phone in his pocket, frowning. Zen's insinuations irritated him. He was not someone who gets angry easily, but he was anxious enough about the Y/N’s situation. He had no idea what was going on, but it was for sure a serious matter. He wanted her to tell him what had happened, but when he saw the tears appear in her eyes, he could not insist. He felt different toward her than toward anybody. He could not be calm as usual, and her suffering made him feel very bad. 

Now he was watching her, wet and dirty and stared blankly at the window, and wanted to do something. Anything to stop her worrying. But what should he do? He did not know how to deal with such situations.

They spent the rest of the way to his house in silence. She looked very tired when they came into his apartment. Still, she leaned over to stroke Elizabeth the 3rd as she rubbed against her legs.

"Hello, Elizabeth, you're as pretty as always" Y/N said in a weak voice.

"You should change your clothes, you'll catch a cold," Jumin ordered, not completely aware of his commanding tone. He felt strange feelings, not for the first time when he talked with her, he forgot about Elizabeth's presence, her meowing ceased to interest him.   

After Y/N became a member of the RFA, he began to notice some changes that disturbed him. He opened before her like before nobody else and he began to realize that Elizabeth was just a cat. He even considered it funny that he didn't notice it earlier.

She turned to him and lowered her head, looked at her bare feet, "I have no clothes to change. I did not take anything but my phone with me."

"Right. If you would be willing to give me your size, I will order something for you, but it will probably arrive in the morning, it's late."

She raised her wide-eyed eyes to him, "Jumin... I don't know if I would like to stay here for more than one night... I don't know yet what I will do..."

"Of course," What was he thinking? Why did he think she would stay here longer? He caught his breath, "But you cannot stay in those wet clothes, I'll give you something mine until they dry up."

"O-okay…" 

He gave her one of his shirts and when she went to the bathroom to freshen up and change, he sat on the sofa in the living room, lost in his mind. Why did he still feel so strangely disturbed? Why has it all been happening since she appeared in his life? It was hard enough to come to terms with V’s death. If his friend was here, he would have helped him understand what was happening to him. Or maybe not... In the end, he hid so many things… Jumin sighed and hid his face in his hands. He wanted to drink wine, but for some reason, he did not want Y/N to see him drinking because of... what?

He heard the bathroom door being opened and closed, and then the quiet and sweet "Jumin?".

"I am here," He answered.

She appeared in a room dressed in his striped shirt, reaching almost to her knees. Her hair was still wet, but not in such a disarray as before. He felt hot, his heart beat faster. It was so hard not to stare at her. And he felt wrong with it. The more so because she was ashamed, pulling the end of the shirt as if trying to cover her thighs more.

"Thank you for your shirt."

"No problem," He looked at her feet. Now, when they were clean, he noticed that they were sore, "Does it hurt?"

She shook her head, "It's not as bad as it looks." After these words, she moved slowly to him, sat at the couch nearby. "You were always right, Jumin," she said suddenly, her eyes were empty again.

"About what?"

"About Yuwoon."

Yuwoon. Every time he heard that name, he was overcome with anger. He could not understand why. When she first mentioned Yuwoon in the chat room, Jumin became worried. When she said after some time that she's in a relationship with that man, he felt as if something was crushing his lungs. He remembered what he had told her then. He asked her if she was sure about this relationship. He assured that he knows that he's the last person who could advise her on the relationship, but he did not want anyone to hurt her.

"Did he hurt you?" He heard anger in his voice that he did not control.

"He..." Her voice trembled, she hardly pushed her next words through her throat. "I caught him cheating on me."   

Jumin felt his rage grow even more. But he also felt something else... Something he did not want to admit to himself.

"I didn't want to go back to that apartment... To the one where..." She continued, tears began to flow down her cheeks. "I don't even know who this woman was, but they did it on our bed... I just came back from coffee with Jaehee. I'm sorry, Jumin, I should not bother you, I should call my family."

"No, do not think so, you do not bother me. You can stay here as long as you want," He assured, not even thinking about what he was saying. "And please, do not cry. It hurts me when I see you cry."

Elizabeth the 3rd jumped abruptly on her lap and curled up on them. What a sweet picture it was... Y/N in his shirt, with Elizabeth on her knees - now that she was sitting, exposed even more.

He felt that it was hard for him to breathe. Reflexively, he loosened his tie.

Meanwhile, Y/N began to stroke Elizabeth, with her other hand wiping tears, "I should not cry, I do not want to cry, it's so stupid, I was so stupid that I trusted him."

"You're not stupid, and I never wanted to be right about this man." Stop lying to yourself, he heard a voice inside his own head, "You are a wonderful person, kind, with a good heart."

She smiled at him through her tears, "You are also very kind, Jumin. Thank you that you came for me and agreed to take me in your house." 

"That's nothing, go to sleep. I see you are tired, you can take my bed."

"And where will you sleep?"

"In the guest room, you can take Elizabeth the 3rd with you to keep you company."

"Do you trust me enough to entrust me with your dear lady?" She smiled again, pale.

"It's just a cat," He replied, and when he saw her surprise on those words, he got up and said goodbye kindly, wishing her a good night's sleep.

Your POV

You felt strange, lying on Jumin's bed, in this luxurious bedding, on this incredibly comfortable mattress, and moreover... in his shirt. But you were extremely grateful to him. You did not know what you would do without him. However, you could not sleep. As soon as you closed your eyes, you saw Yuwoon, fucking this woman, coming inside her. You felt a huge pain in your lungs. You trusted this boy. You spent many sweet moments together and you really thought that... But all this turned out to be a lie, he destroyed everything.

To take care of something, you logged in to the chat room.

Jaehee Kang: Y/N!

Zen: My God, are you okay?

Jaehee Kang: Are you at Mr. Han's apartment?

You: Yes, hello, Jaehee, Zen.

You: I'm fine.

You: I am sorry that you were worried about me.

Zen: I'm still worried!

Zen: 

Zen: He... This jerk, he did not try anything?

You: What?

Zen: He's a man! You shouldn't be at night with a man who is not your boyfriend…

Jaehee Kang: I agree with Zen. If you feel uncomfortable, you can come to my place.

You: Stop it, you both. What are you thinking?

You: Why are you so cruel toward him? You judge him so easily!

You: If it was not for him, I would still be stuck in this damn park!

Zen: I would come for you and take you to Jaehee!

You: Yes, I'm sure you would. But now I'm at Jumin's place. He is very kind to me, so could you please stop with this nonsense? 

Zen: 

Zen: sorry, it's because we're worried about you.

Jaehee Kang: we should leave it for now

Jaehee Kang: Can you tell us what happened?

You: I caught Yuwoon cheating on me.

Zen: Gosh…

Jaehee Kang: I’m so sorry, Y/N…

You: I did not want to call my family, it's not their worry.

You: Neither yours, but...

You: I do not have anyone else.

Zen: You can count on us!

Zen:

Jaehee Kang: Yes, you can talk to us if it helps you.

You: I've been bothering everyone enough, but thank you.

[Jumin Han has entered the chat room]

Jumin Han: You're not bothering anyone.

Jumin Han: Why are you not sleeping?

You: And you?

Zen: Hey, trust-fund kid

Zen: You have to stay the robot you are.

Zen: Do not try to use the situation to "comfort her".

Jumin Han: What are you talking about again, Zen?

Zen: Y/N, do you remember what I was saying?

Zen: Men are beasts!

You: The only beast I've ever met is the one who cheated on me.

You: Really, Zen, I do not feel like listening to such things now.

You: Jumin is neither a robot nor a beast. He is a friend.

Zen: ugh, sorry ;;;;

Zen: 

Zen: This situation just making me sick ;;;

Jumin Han: Do not act as if you’re the one who suffers.

Jumin Han: You don’t have to be the center of attention now, Zen.

Zen: And you do not act so full of yourself!

Zen:

Zen: You don't even know what it's like to lose someone you care about! 

Zen: So what suffering do you talk about?

Jumin Han: I will take my leave now.

Jumin Han: Please, go to sleep, Y/N. I saw how tired you were.

[Jumin Han has left the chat room]

You: Did you really just said that Zen? 

Zen: I… Shit… 

You: Do I need to remind you that Jumin lost his best friend? NOT SO LONG AGO

You: He did so much for RFA, he helps me now, but all you can do is judge him and suspect him!

Zen: I’m sorry… 

You: You should tell that to him, not me.

[Y/N has left the chat room]

You threw your phone on the bed. You were angry. You were mad at Yuwoon, at Zen. You fixed your shirt and directed your steps to the guest room. You knocked on the door.

"Jumin, are you alright? May I come in?"

For a long moment, it was quiet, but in the end, you heard a "Yes". You opened the door and went inside. Jumin was sitting on the bed, in his pajamas, with his hair in disarray - it was a completely new picture for you. You never saw him in this state - in such an ordinary state... He was always so composed, his hair and clothes always in perfect condition.

It was dark in the room until Jumin turned on the lamp. Then you saw that sadness lurks in his eyes.

"Zen can be such an asshole," You said sharply and sat down on the bed next to Jumin. For some reason, he fidgeted restlessly in his place.

"Do not worry about him," Jumin answered, not looking at you.

"I don’t care about him, I care about you."

"Me?" He looked at you now, raising his eyebrows.

"You've been struggling with so many problems lately and nobody sees it, everyone at RFA is so unfair to you. I can't stand it."

Jumin looked at you in shock. Was this the first time someone stood up in his defense?

"But I see it, you are kind and caring, and you must know that you can always count on me."

"You should not... It's not you who should comfort me now."

"You've already done a lot for me, Jumin, so I think I can repay you?"

"You do not have to, I do not expect anything in return."

"I know that. It's difficult for you… without V?"

"I..." His voice cracked. You never heard such a voice from him. He ran his hand through his hair. "It is difficult."

"You do not have to hide it. You can be honest with me, about everything." You felt an unusual urge to do something. He had such a look on his face... Probably no one else saw him so depressed ever. You hesitated, but... you approached him on the bed and embraced him tightly. Jumin froze under your touch. You could feel his muscles tense. You heard as his breathing accelerated a little. For a long moment, he did not answer your grip, but you finally felt his hand on your back. It was a very delicate touch as if he was afraid to press you harder to himself.

"I'm your friend, Jumin. I know I can't replace V, but you should know that I'm here for you as well."

"I... Thank you... For saying that." His hand at your back trembled. "You must go to sleep now."

You moved away slowly, something sounded in his voice... You did not know how to describe it yet. But you felt cold first and then hot. Still, you smiled at him, "Yes, goodnight, Jumin, sleep well."   

You came back to "your" big bed, where Elizabeth the 3rd was waiting for you. You lay down next to her and closed your eyes. You could not sleep for a long time and your thoughts were running between Yuwoon and Jumin.

[foxy-glamrock-roxy]

" Y/N stopped petting Elizabeth and looked around Cat Mom's house. "Does Jumin Han is Gay?"" - from Jumin x Fem!Reader ⇼ My Kitten (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/1QjykhPEaS

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Paths (Juminxreader) Part#16

Hello nurses! 

I’m working really hard for finish it! I’m suffering because I did it too long! But i have a few chapters ready, but i need to make some changes to them! So thank you for reading!

Zen picked his phone with determination to nag  Jumin by phone.

RING RING RING

“What can I do for you Zen?”

“...How do you know it was me?!”

“Who else can call me from a private number like he was a super star?”

“...What a jerk! I’m a SUPER STAR and it’s thanks to my princess!”

“ Sure...it’s thanks to your gold digger girlfriend...”

“HEY! Respect to my precious princess! She isn’t the person she was one day !”

“ *sigh* I only stand the facts Zen...anyway, how can I help you?”

“...Ugh... Anyway, Eve and I want to invite to you and that poo... your girlfriend to a double date”

“...Zen, I don’t know what are you expecting, but she is not a gold digger...”

“Not all is about you, you know, jerk! My Eve and I are really worried about her...to date this kind of jerk...she problably doesn’t know what kind of robot you are”

Jumin hesitaged to answer. He was bothered to answer and say “yes” , but part of  the contract said that you have the right to know more about him, and part of are his friends, that includes Zen.

“...Alright, but I'll do the reservation to a high class restaurant. I don't want to go to commoners restaurant. My diet is quiet strict and that food it's to oily”

“WHAT?! I have the delicacy to invite you to a  nice dinner and besides that you behave fussy about it?!”

“Yes, I can't afford to mess my heatlh with strange food. And it was you who came up with the idea to take me and my girlfriend to dinner”

“....Ugh...Ok, fine! I’ll talk with Eve. The date will be this friday”

“Then is settled, we have a date”

"Excelent! My Evy is gonna be happy about it. She want to know her so badly. Where does she live?"

"She lives with me. So, there's no need to pick her up. We'll arrive together"

"...Huh...Excuse me? Where does she lives?"

"You didn't hear, did you? She's living with me. By the way Zen, at what time will be the dinner?"

".....WHAT?! SHE IS LIVING WITH YOU?!"

"Yes, what is the problem?"

"WHAT IS THE PROBLEM?! ARE YOU LIVING WITH HER AND YOU ASKED ABOUT THE HOUR?!"

"...Zen, you are being irrational about it. It's a ralationship between a pair of adults, but for what I see, you are not going to  calm down soon, we can talk like real adults, so since then, let´s see us at the friday night"

" WAIT..JUM..."

The day passed way too fast thanks to your work and the preparations for the party, the day was so  busy that made you  forgot the kiss between Jumin and you. Untill you recived a call when you were leaving from work , from the person you didn't want to remember.

“It’s me. How was your day?”

You hesitated to answer back, but you gain forces to speak.

“...Fine..well, actually busy. And yours?”

“Good, productive as always when I’m in charge”

“...So, do you only calll to know how was my day?”

“No, it’s to inform you about an arrange date the next  frinday night with one of my friends and his girlfriend, both of them memebers from the RFA “

“...Ok, there’s no problem, but before anything else, let me buy and choose my own clothes”

“...Alright, that looks fair.  I'll try to trust in your good taste.”

"Hey! I have a good taste! And you know it!"

"Sometimes, but you can't always guessed right"

"Hey! Stop it!"

"hahaha....At least you are less nervous. "

"Did you sassied me to make me feel better? That's a weird  and awful way to do it!"

"But it worked, right?"

"...It did...about that....why did you ...kiss me?"

"Oh, that. Please don't misunderstand. I only did it because Miss Kang didn't look sure about our "relationship"

"...Oh...it was for that...Totally, I didn't misunderstand!..pfff...I wasn't nervous at all! It just that...was...my period! That's why you heard me all...nervous..yeah..so don't worry!"

"Fine, now that everything has been clear and the date is settled. I'll se at home."

"Sure...bye"

Jumin felt irritated with Zen's call  and with yours, too. First of all, he wasn't the right person to nagged him. He was living with Eve and, yes, Jumin was againts the idea of two persons from the opposite sex living together, but you were under a contract, so there's no problem, because he didn´t have feelings for you. Sometimes he felt bother and anoyed when you asked about Jihyun or you felt drepressed with his memories, or he felt warm inside when you laughed  with one of his weird jokes, or maybe he felt happy when you smile with back, even if he made you mad and you smiled him ironically.

No, he didn't have feelings for you, or he tried to fool himself, when he already knew the truth.

Finally, the night of the date came, and even if Jumin promised to let you buy your outfit for the date, he insisted and even bought you one.

You didn’t want to wear it, but you manged to wear the dress you chose and the accesories that he bought.

Both of you went on the limo, but the mood was so awkard because you couldn’t forget about the kiss  and that weird conversation on the phone.

The hostess recived both of you with a kind smile (bussiness smile, surely) and lead us to a table where there was a blinding view.

A couple of gorgeous people was in front of you.

An albino with red eyes as rubies, a charming smile and excelent demenour and next to him a beautiful tall redhead  woman with green eyes and slim figure. That was enough to let you dumbfounded, but unfortunately for you, Jumin joined to the scene, you were screwed.

Meanwhile you were dumbfounded with the view, the readhead woman rushed to you and gave you a hard hug.

“Hi! Nice to meet you! Definitely Jumin is lucky to have you! You are so pretty and petite! Don’t you think, Zenny"

" Of course. You are right, Evy wenny! You're too much for that jerk"

Both of them were asfixiating with their hugs.

Jumin felt some ichy feeling when he saw Zen hugged you so tight, but he kept that and interruped them. *Ahem!*... Could you let her go, please?"

" Oh right! The dinner! *unison*"

Then, the two beuties let you go. At the moment you want to sit, the usual was that Jumin is the one who open the chair and you sit, but this time these two beauties opened the chair and took out your coat to hang it.

The dinner was delicious, and what could you spect from on of the finest restaurant from Korea,but it was ruined for the mood. It was way worst than when you were with Jumin at the limo.  All the time you could see Zen and Eve chating, whispering and flirting while you felt awkard besides Jumin. Finally, Jumin took the iniciative and started talking.

"Zen, as part of the RFA... And my friend, please go to the point. What is the reason that we are here together?"

"Ah, right! The reason is for tell you that you can do better darling~"

"...Zen, I appreciate your care but you don't have the right to jugde my girlfriend, and calling me darling it's an act of misrespect for your girlfriend"

Zen rolled his eyes and sigh with frustration in it.

"I wasn't talking with you, jerk. I was taliking with her! She can have something better and by the way, weren't you against the couples living together?."

" What do you mean? I have the backround and money, there's  no one better than me...and she is an exception"

"...She deserves someone who doesn't act like a robot! she problalbly had better boyfriends than you...and exception?! You are the one who always said that all of us have to follow the rules. How could you be the one the first one in breake them?!"

"That's unlikely, she can't find a better bacherlor than myself...and again it's an exception"

Jumin responded with security, but inside you, in your brain, someone  crossed it, someone who is better than Jumin for you. That someone has mint hair, lovely eyes and beutiful hands, the ones he is using to see and touch another woman, you cursed yourself because just like that the reality hit you again.

Your thouthgs were numb and you started to feel depressed. Your gaze was at the level of the table, your eyes began to water.

Jumin noticed it and before you could cry, he took the action in his hands.

"...Sorry, Zen. but my love is not feeling quite right. Love, do you have again cramps?"

You were so numb by your own thoughts that you only follow him.

"...Yeah...my stomach is hurting...can we go home?"

"Yes, sure...Sorry Zen, Eve, we have to go so earlier..."

"No, it's ok. You have to take care of her. But if she wasn't feeling right, she shouldn't have come."

"...Sorry, it was me who was stubborn about meeting you"

"No, no! Don't apologize, darling, Jumin is at fault if she could have seen his gilrfriend in trouble, you were resting and not here suffering"

"Really? A gold digger like you hasn't the right to insult me."

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"

"Jumin, Eve! Just calm down and remember she is the one who is suffering right now...so.."

" *sign* You are right, Zenny. She needs to rest, you better take her home and let her sleep"

Jumin felt rage againts her. How someone like her could end up with someone like Zen. Jumin and Zen argued all the time, but that didn't mean that they hate each other, in fact they were good friends. But then he turrned to your side and saw your face...he couldn't stand it. He has to take you out of there.

"...Yes, I should. Let me call for driver Kim, my love. We're going home"

The way back home wasn't any different from all the atmosphere from the night, or not too much, bacause this time there was a deadly silent.

Once you were back at the penthouse. Jumin was sick from the silence, so he took the initiative and break it.

"How are you felling?"

"..."

"Alright, if you don't answer back, I don't know how that other boyfriend of yours, better  than might be able to put up with you"

He was so hurted that  you asked to him to be open with you, but you weren't able to do the same. And he was more hurted that the man who you thought was his best friend.

"Excuse me?!"

"You have a better man than me in your mind, right? Go to him and tell him all your problems"

You  throw him a pillow.

"Well, yes. He is way bettter than you. He never made me mad or do things on his own, like kissing without permission"

"What an awful woman!"

"Well, if I'm awful woman, you shouldn't have kissed me in first place! Or why did you kiss me ? or why are you living with me, if you are so against it to live with this awful woman?!"

"The answer is obvious, because who in their right mind love a woman like you. So insolent, demanding and troubling like you. If I kissed you or decided to broke my rule, was because I don't have a feeling for you and you are a mere contract"

His words stabbed you as a dozen of swords. He insulted you  and denied he had feelings for you. This last one was the one who hurted you the most, but you coulndn't notice it because you felt depressed about Jihyun and mad with him.

[yoosungisbabie]

can i kiss you? - day three

@juminweek2019​

jumin x mc

rating: T

prompt: {soap operas} / video games

warnings: spoilers for day 8 of Jumin’s route

word count: 1,729

ao3 link

[my Ko-fi♡]

When an unwanted vistor refuses to leave, MC comes up with an idea.

note: this is set during the story mode at 11am on day 8 of Jumin's route, the one where Sarah comes to the penthouse. I wanted to do a bit of a different take on it!

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“...Got you.”

Two simple words shifted the tone of the whole conversation and seemingly the atmosphere of the whole penthouse.

MC tried to hold back her smile when she realized that Jumin had been teasing, unable to tear her eyes away as Sarah’s expression fell. She looked hopelessly confused.

“Why are you smiling?” she asked quickly. MC felt her eyebrows raise, thinking she might have accidentally smiled, but Sarah’s eyes were glued to Jumin.

There was a new expression on his face, one MC hadn’t seen yet. His lips were upturned in a small, satisfied smile. It was attractive on him, but she couldn’t help but notice the remaining darkness in his eyes. It had been such an upsetting day for him, and she felt an insistent nagging at her heart when she thought about how he was repressing all of his bubbling emotions.

“I just repeated some lines from a soap opera I watched. It’s funny that you’re almost replaying that scene for me. Apparently, it’s a very popular TV show these days,” he explained, his voice calm, unlike the energy that was radiating off the pink-haired woman standing in front of him.

“What?! You were messing with me?!” she asked incredulously, her nails digging into and creasing the photo she’d brought with her.

“Yes,” Jumin replied simply, the smile fading from his lips. MC watched as traces of worry and distress laced back into his features, and she wished more than anything that Sarah would leave. For his sake.

“Who do you think you are?” Sarah yelled, her eyebrows making a deep v on her forehead. Jumin lifted his wrist to glance at his watch, adjusting his sleeves once more before opening his mouth to answer. MC watched silently, wondering how he was able to stay so calm while someone screamed in his face.

“Unfortunately, I will be charged with embezzlement if I use company assets for personal means. I’m not keen on being behind iron bars,” he responded, crossing his arms over his chest tightly. Sarah scoffed, taking one step closer to the two of them.

“Are you out of your mind?” she asked, her amber eyes blown wide. Jumin didn’t step away, keeping eye contact with her as she stared him down.

“Yes. You’ve managed to come here with a fake photo of my cat you found online and insult my dear MC. My joke is only fair, don’t you think?” he asked, his tone darkening and becoming more condescending as he continued on. Despite that, MC found herself flushing slightly at his reference to her, pressing her lips together to hold back another smile.

“I’ve never insulted her!” Sarah yelled, making MC’s eyebrows knit together on her forehead as she remembered just a few minutes before. “And the cat photo! I...I was tricked too!” It was obvious that she was reaching for any purchase as she tried to lie, attempting to regain Jumin’s trust. But it was futile, and MC knew that. Why wouldn’t she just leave?

“And isn’t it rude that you let another woman in your house when you're engaged?! And at that, such an average looking girl!” she exclaimed. Before MC could even take a breath, she noticed Jumin bristle, his expression becoming far fiercer than she’d seen before.

“MC is not an average girl,” he spoke quickly, making her heart palpitate in her chest as she watched him. “What you see isn’t everything. You won’t understand even if I explain it to you.”

Sarah finally looked over to her as she stood next to and slightly behind Jumin, hatred making her golden eyes seem to burn. She split the grimace on her lips, opening her mouth to speak, but Jumin cut her off.

“It seems we have no more to talk about. Why don’t you leave?” he spoke firmly, a frown already settling deep into his features. MC felt her heart ache for him, knowing that he didn’t need more chaos after all that had happened that morning.

Sarah’s jaw dropped almost comically, and a hand came to rest over her heart. MC couldn’t believe she was still trying so hard.

“No!” she burst out, making MC let out an exasperated breath. Couldn’t she see that she’d lost the battle?

“I can’t leave like this!” she screeched, looking at Jumin expectantly. When he simply stared at her, she almost looked like she could cry.

MC realized that she was pressing her nails sharply into her palms, releasing that tension and taking a deep breath. Wasn’t there anything she could do? She couldn’t stand there any longer and watch Jumin’s list of problems grow.

“I don’t know what is not fair, but if you do not wish to leave, I will call security and have you removed,” Jumin told Sarah, taking a breath to call the chief just as a plausible idea popped into MC’s head. She didn’t have time to think, placing a hand on his shoulder and relaxing just a little when he quietly released the breath he’d been holding and turned to look at her.

“What is it?” he asked gently, shifting all his attention to her. The nervousness that came with her plan flushed her system, a blush coming to rest on her cheeks.

“I have an idea,” MC whispered, glancing at Sarah before Jumin turned his body completely towards her and blocked the infuriated woman from view.

“To make her leave?” he asked lightly, letting his arms come unfolded to rest at his sides. MC nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. But as his eyes darted down to watch her lips curl, she was the one who needed to be calmed. There was no way he could already guess what she was thinking, right?

“I’m not leaving!” Sarah yelled loudly and almost desperately, making MC jump just a little. Jumin’s expression didn’t change, still offering her such a soft and caring look.

“Go ahead,” he whispered, giving her a small, trusting smile that made her stomach do a flip. She took a deep breath, feeling her hands shaking slightly. She couldn’t believe what she was thinking.

“Ju-Jumin,” she spoke softly, seeing his eyebrows furrow slightly as his stare made her face grow hot. But he waited quietly for her to continue, searching her eyes as she steeled herself.

“Can I kiss you?” she asked him in a whisper, pressing her hands into fists. She almost looked away in embarrassment, but the way his eyes widened surprised her. He watched her for a short eternity, perhaps to gauge whether she was serious.

Jumin finally let out a breathy laugh, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. It was as she watched him do so that she noticed the blush on his cheeks, her heart going into overtime. But he was smiling brightly, the sight lifting her spirits.

“Please,” was all he said in reply, speaking just loud enough for her to hear. Her fingers were tingling, but she found the nerve to stand on her tiptoes and press a hand to his cheek. She felt him hesitantly take hold of her waist, making a shallow breath catch in her throat.

Jumin leaned down to meet her as she reached to press her lips to his, her eyes fluttering closed. They were both unsure, but the way their lips fit together so perfectly made her knees weaken and nearly buckle. He steadied her against his chest, pulling her closer as the warmth from his lips spread through her whole body.

She was vaguely aware of the screech that Sarah let out, her mind dizzy from the way he was kissing her so gently. She reluctantly pulled away, trying to come back down to Earth as she watched Sarah stomp away over Jumin’s shoulder and yell something about ‘Ms. Choi.’  

MC’s thoughts drifted back to the man holding her so closely, seeing the gentle, pink blush that had spread across his cheekbones from the corner of her eye.  

“I wanted to do that from the first moment I saw you,” he spoke breathlessly, making her heart pound even harder against her ribs. She couldn’t bring herself to meet his eyes quite yet, staring at his chest as she let herself down from her tiptoes. She felt his hand shift upwards against her side, his fingers curling against her slightly as if to keep her there. Her lips were tingling from the pressure of his, and it all made her mind hazy. But she was glad that her plan had worked.

She finally looked up at him, feeling a delighted pit form in her stomach at the way his grey eyes glowed for her. He was looking at her like she was the solution to every problem he’d ever had and ever would have, like he’d found something he’d lost and had never hoped to find again.

She let her hands fall from his shoulders, biting her lip shyly as she looked away once more. She was surprised at how quickly she’d fallen for him, but the feeling blooming in her chest when he looked at her like that felt anything but wrong.

Jumin caught her left hand in his as it fell back to her side, ducking his head to recapture her averted gaze.

“I want you to be comfortable here…” he spoke softly, glancing at their hands as he intertwined their fingers slowly. His hand dwarfed hers as he held it gingerly, her cold fingers warming up against his skin. Her breaths were quiet and shallow, watching the silver of his eyes continue to shine as he smiled lightly.

“But can I ask for one more kiss?” he continued, eliciting a small gasp from her. She blinked rapidly, caught off guard but charmed by the way he was quietly waiting for her permission.

“Yes,” she answered, seeing his sincere smile for only a moment before he eagerly kissed her again. His hand tightened at her side, his thumb rubbing a small circle there as her free hand moved to steady herself against his chest. He was more prepared that time, but he was still just as gentle, kissing her like a perfect gentleman.  

Their second kiss left her even dizzier than the first, and as he pulled away and left her thoroughly kissed, she had half a mind to thank Sarah for being so stubborn.

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thank you for reading! I really enjoyed writing this one! exploring canon and going through the 'what if's' is super fun to me, so let me know what you think! I'll definitely be doing more of these in the future.

again, thank you for all your support! <3

[space-kitten-606]

Happy Birthday, Sis!!!

I love you so so so much @shittylongcatposts​ ! Thank you so much for being my friend through all these years despite me being the biggest dumbass. I can never be thankful enought for all the patience and kindness you’ve given me throughout all this time, and to think that you’re still here is absolutely incredible to me. I genuinely don’t know what I would dot without you. 

I hope you enjoy this, even though it is a bit awkward lol I started to work on this way too late, but I was too stubborn to accept finishing it late, but I hope it didn’t end up being too much of a mess. I can’t wait to see you later and enjoy some good cake ~ xoxoxo

Yawning, you tried to read the label of the little package in your hand. Where did this belong again? Your gaze wandered over the large shelf in front of you, until the same packaging caught your eye. Right. Normally it wasn't much of a challenge to find it, but you barely got enough sleep last night. And when you had finally drifted away, you were presented with plenty of strange dreams. Though at least one of them, the last one before you woke up, was one you wished lasted just a moment longer. The memory of it lasted all day so far. The last words spoken in it made your heart ache. 

"See you later my love. I can't wait to have you with me again." 

If only. A bitter chuckle fell over your lips, as you grabbed the next item. 

Your break came more than welcome a few hours later. Work seemed to flow somewhat smoothly today, but it was quite a drag to have to work on your birthday in the first place. There should be a law to have a day off, you thought to yourself. Not that that would ever happen. You unlocked your car and opened the door to the passenger's seat to place your bag on it. When suddenly something caught your eye from the windshield. You closed the door with one hand and walked around. Stuck behind your windshield wiper, there was an envelope and a rose. 

A bit stunned, you looked around. Who did that? The rose didn't look like it had suffered under the sun's heat at all. So whoever did this couldn't have gone far. No matter how much you looked around though, no one in particular caught your eye. Maybe they were by car? The envelope and the flower in your hand, you got into you car. It was probably just a gesture from someone who knew you. Maybe it was your father? But if that really were the case, why didn't he just come into the pharmacy and told you in person? Sure, it was a sweet gesture, but somewhat unnecessary. With a sigh, you put the flower next to your bag and opened the envelope. Inside was a small sheet, folded neatly in the middle. 

Opening it, revealed neat, black handwriting to you.

You stared at the letter in disbelief. That was definitely not your father. Your heart was racing in you chest as you read the words over and over again. 

What bothered you even more. Why was the last part blacked out? It didn’t look like it was done by drawing over it. You could swear it looked like a printed bar. Maybe the letter wasn't handwritten after all? You twisted and turned the piece of paper in your hand, until you noticed a small note on the back, crammed into one of the corners. 

The writing was notably different from the one on the front. So it was two people then? 

Whoever decided to put this letter there, they did catch you by surprise. Despite your strange gut feeling, you smiled to yourself. You had a very clear idea who you wished this message was from, as unlikely as it was. 

With the memory of your dream from the night before and the daydreams brought upon you through the letter you found at the beginning of your break, you found yourself having a lot more energy in the afternoon. Though you had to admit it did leave you a little clumsy. You kept misplacing things and even dropping them. No matter how much you told yourself it was probably just a nice gesture from a friend, you couldn't shake off the excitement. 

Everytime you got a glance out of window you hoped you would notice someone standing out from all the other people walking by, but no matter how much you concentrated, it was no use. There was no one walking about who wouldn't be around any other day of the week. It was slightly disappointing, but probably for the better. Or so you told yourself. 

“I think you can leave now.”, your colleague told you after you helped her cleaning up the pharmacy. It looked good enough so that business could resume as normal the next day. 

“Are you sure? I can help you with the rest as well, it’s not like there’s much left to do anyway.”

“Exactly. It’s your birthday. It’s not like it would kill me to let you off a couple minutes early. I’ve got the rest covered, you enjoy the rest of your day.” 

As glad as you were for being allowed to leave, you couldn’t help but shake your head at how grandiose of her your colleague made it seem to let you go now. After closing and getting most of the work done anyway. Of course you weren’t planning on questioning her decision. In a hurry, you told her goodbye and thanked her briefly, before grabbing your bag and leaving through the back door. 

As you were about to rush to your car however, you stopped dead in your tracks. There was someone leaning against the vehicle. Why would someone wait at your car like this? They did not seem familiar from the distance. Should you just leave your car and walk the other way? You considered it for a moment, but shook the thought off. Whatever that person wanted from you, you’d make sure they wouldn’t try any shit. Not now and not any time in the future. After taking a deep breath, you took long and self assured strides towards your car. When you were only a couple steps away from them, they finally turned to look at you. 

The moment you recognized their features, you felt your breath get stuck in your throat, and before you knew it you stumbled over your own feet. The walkway was approaching rapidly. To your relief and shock at the same time, a set of arms caught you before you collided with the cobblestone. 

“Careful, we wouldn’t want you to get hurt today of all days.” The deep voice made a shiver run down your spine. This couldn’t be. 

You were pulled up from your hunched over position, before your savior took a step away from you. Almost as if they were worried they were invading you space. Then again. It wasn’t entirely wrong.

A bit hesitant, you lifted your gaze to look at the person in front of you. At first, you noticed their fancy shoes. Followed by dark suit pants and a jacket you assumed was part of the set. It took all your bravery to look into their face. When you did, you felt like your heart was going to jump out of your chest. The raven hair. The dark eyes and the faint smile. It couldn’t be. 

“Is this some sort of prank?!”, you asked a bit louder than you intended. The man’s smile faltered a bit. 

“Won’t you recognize me?”

You sputtered some incoherent words at the question. Then you pressed out: “Oh, I recognize you. I just think I’m finally losing my fucking mind. I’m just tired. I’m imagining things.”

Sighing, you massaged your temple. Yes. This was just in your head. Wait. Wouldn’t that mean….?

“God. I must look insane talking to myself in the middle of the walkway.”, you exclaimed in shock. 

The man you recognized to be Jumin scoffed at the declaration of your own sanity loss. He looked around to try and find a way to prove to you how real his presence was. Should you interfere? If you were really just hallucinating, it would only make you look even more crazy than you already did. You frantically tried to remember if you inhaled any strange fumes at work today, but nothing came to mind. A passersby walked past the two of you, seeming a bit confused at your display. So he was just imaginary, huh. You were about to try and walk through the tall figure in front of you to get to your car, when he suddenly reached out to the stranger, holding them by the shoulder lightly. 

“Excuse me for asking you such a strange question, but you can see me, right?”

The stranger looked rightfully confused, but nodded hesitantly. 

Pleased at the strangers confirmation, Jumin turned back to you. “Do you believe that I’m really here now, or do you still think you’ve lost your mind.” 

You stared at him slack jawed. Then you grabbed his arm, pulling him away from the person he so nonchalantly pulled into this while thanking them hastily for their patience. They told you no worries, before walking off, their pace quickening ever so slightly. At least they weren’t someone you had met before. 

“You can’t just talk to random strangers in the streets!”, you hissed at him. 

“It wasn’t my intention to embarass you, if that’s why you’re so upset. I was...hoping you’d be a bit more happy to see me.” 

Jumin looked to the floor. He was clearly at a loss figuring out what to do. “I thought waiting out here for you was the best option. I couldn’t think of a way to not overwhelm you. I apologize.” 

You flinched. Whether the man in front of you was real or not, you did not enjoy seeing him like this. Was this really a good idea? Your alarm bells were ringing loudly, warning you from trusting this man suddenly showing up and acting as if he had known you forever. On the other hand, your mind was racing in excitement, and your heart was jumping with joy at this at least somewhat pleasant surprise. 

You let out an exasperated sigh. “Alright. I’ll believe you. Let’s just...drive home and talk about this a bit more...privately, okay?”

It didn’t look like Jumin was feeling much better with your resolve, but he did as you told him and got into the car with you. You grinned to yourself as you glanced at the radio, remembering a dream you had quite a while ago. Unlike in that dream however, you decided to spare him from your taste in music. 

“So…”, you started shortly into the ride, “how exactly...did you find me?” 

Jumin looked at you in surprise. He probably wasn’t expecting you to open up to the situation after all. 

“I did not manage on my own. To be quite honest with you, I was barely even involved in the process at all. Luciel is the one who figured this out and got me over here.”

Of course he did. 

“That reminds me. Did you find my letter?”

“I did.”, you answered truthfully. You didn’t want him to notice your nervosity about the situation. Did he feel like this as well? Or was he as calm as he seemed. You never even imagined he’d be that good at keeping his feelings ambiguous. 

He swallowed. “Did you...like it?”

“Yes.”, you felt your cheeks heat up. A bit more quiet you added, “I was hoping it was from you. 

Jumin turned to look out of the windshield, and you took a quick glance at him. You weren’t quite sure, but you could swear you could make out a tint of pink on his features. It could just be the setting sun, you reminded yourself. It was a shame that you couldn’t look more directly. For now anyway. He was going to stay with you fow now, right? Your grip on the steering wheel tightened. 

“Is everything alright?”

You turned to him, and saw he was looking at your white knuckles. 

“Oh, yeah. I’m perfectly fine, thank you for asking.” A nervous chuckle came over your lips thank god the ride wouldn’t be too long. 

You breathed a sigh of relief seeing that your mother left you a note that she’d be out tonight. That meant you didn’t have to explain your….rather out of the ordinary visitor. After coming home, you offered Jumin to sit out on the small balcony outside of your living room while you fixed up a cup of tea for the both of you. While you were waiting for the water to cook, you tried to remember if you had a bottle of wine around. A quick search revealed one carefully hidden bottle of red wine. It wasn’t very expensive, so much you knew for sure. Would it be enough for the heirs standards? You put it back to where you found it for now and decided to not bring it up unless he did. 

Jumin stood up from his seat when he heard you coming out to join him, silently offering you to take the mugs from you. 

“No need.”, you assured him, “I can do this much myself.” 

Sitting with him as you both sipped at your tea was quite pleasant, you noticed. The silence didn’t feel half as awkward as you feared. Of course you had no idea how Jumin felt right now, but if you didn’t know better you’d say he seemed at peace. 

“This place is quite...small.”, he noted eventually. You chuckled at his statement. 

“Not all of us can afford a penthouse in Seoul.” 

“I didn’t mean to offend you. It’s not small in a bad way. Very unusual, but it sure has its own charm.” 

You gazed at him out of the corner of your eye. Even though he assured you that he didn’t mind it, you couldn’t help but think his words were high society talk for “this place sucks”. You decided to shrug it off. He didn’t have to live here after all. 

“I hope I didn’t interrupt any plans you had for tonight?”

“Nah. It’s a tuesday night. There’s not much to do. I was probably just going to curl up and watch a movie or something. Maybe order some pizza.”

“That does sound pretty nice. You can still do that if you like. It would be interesting to see how you like to spend your time.” 

You raised a brow. “Oh yeah? Wanna pick the movie?”, you offered with a cheeky grin. 

Jumin gave you a surprised look. “I don’t know many movies, so I think it’d be for the best if you choose what we’re going to watch. To be quite honest, I don’t really care what we’re doing, as long as I get to be close to you for as long as I’m here.”

His bold statement got you flushed in a heartbeat. You didn’t think he’d be so direct. Especially considering how you acted when you first ran into him earlier. 

“W-well then.”, you stuttered, making Jumin chuckle to himself, “I guess we’ll just throw on some comfy clothes and I- I’ll get my laptop and we’ll...cuddle up….in my….bed?” Your voice got more and more silent as you neared the end of your sentence. 

“I’d like that.” 

“grEAT!”, you squeaked and jumped up from your seat.  You rushed out through your living room into your bedroom and frantically tried to find the cable meant to power your laptop in the chaotic knot next to your bed. 

You didn’t expect him to follow you, so when you heard his voice, you almost hit your head on your nightstand. “I’m afraid I did not think to bring anything to change into.” 

Turning back to him, you looked at him with wide eyes. 

“Uhhh”

“I suppose I could take off my suit, unless it would make you uncomfortable.”

Oh god. You didn’t mind that idea at all, then again you didn’t feel like you were fit to deal with that so easily. How come he acted so innocent about this too? Was he really not aware of what the mere thought of him being close to you dressed did to you??? And now he offered to….

“Don’t worry.”, you heard yourself talk. “I’ll find something. I think I have some baggy clothes somewhere that could fit you at least a little.” 

You still couldn’t believe it. You were lying in your bed, a blanket and one of Jumin’s arms wrapped around you with the empty carton of  a huge pizza the two of you shared next to you. It was quite amusing to see his attempts at eating the slices without cutlery to say the least, but he did manage to not get anything on your sheets. You were more than impressed. After your greasy dinner was all gone, it took you a moment to find a position that was comfortable for the both of you. Now that you found it, you wanted to stay like this forever. You barely even paid any attention to the movie, talking to Jumin about everything and nothing. The stiffness within your conversation had long faded as you had grown more comfortable much more quickly than you ever expected you would. By know, your excitement of him being so close overshadowed any doubt that was within you. His scent was everywhere, making you feel at peace in a way that you don’t think you’ve felt before. 

“So what was this note on the back of the letter you put on my car all about?”, you asked curiously. 

Jumin raised a brow. “I’m afraid I have no idea what you’re referring to. Care to elaborate?”

You reached over him to your nightstand to pick up said letter and showed him the note. 

“I didn’t write that.”, he told you, taking a good look at it. “I assume it must’ve been Luciel. He was the only one who had access to this letter before I came here.” Jumin turned the sheet around. 

“Oh.”

“What is it?”, you asked curiously. 

He pointed at the censor bar. “I think I know what he’s referring to. When he tried to explain to me what was going to happen and what I had to look out for, he told me that I mustn’t leave anything that proves I was around behind. I suppose putting my signature was too much?” 

You frowned at his words. What a strange detail. Sure, Seven probably knew what he was talking about, but for all a stranger knows anyone could’ve put Jumin’s name there, no? You decided to shrug it off. After all it was thanks to the hacker that you got to be with Jumin like this for now. Jumin rambled on about it for a bit longer, trying to explain to you what they had done to get him to you. You weren’t quite sure if you didn’t quite understand what he was saying because he missed some details or because it was really that confusing. 

“Whatever.”, you finally said when he got stuck during his explanation for the third time. You could feel his frustration grow every time he felt he went wrong somewhere. “You’re here now. That’s all that counts.”

“You’re right.”

As you looked into his onyx eyes, you couldn’t help but feel like they were drawing you in. It was impossible to look away. Not that you wanted to. 

“There’s...something I meant to do since I’ve first seen you today….”, he muttered, tightening his arm around you. 

“Is that so.”

Your heart picked up it’s pace again, as he inched closer to you. For a moment you wondered if you were hallucinating again. At this point however, you couldn’t find yourself to care. 

Only mere inches from your lips, he stopped. “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded timidly. Within the blink of an eye, his lips met yours. Softly at first, as his hands moved to your face, holding it. You moaned at the sensation. Your fingers curled into the fabric of the not-so-loose on him shirt you had dug out from your wardrobe. His kisses grew hungrier, as you pulled him closer to you. The more you felt him close like this, the more your body craved his touch. When he finally pulled back for a moment, your heavy pants filled the dimly lit room. 

“Amazing.”, he mouthed, before he went right back in. His hands wandered back from your face, down your neck over your breasts as they finally rested on your hips. 

Wherever this night was going to take you from here, you’d follow. 

[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

Cherries And Love Have Four Things In Common

Written for the RFA Valentines Event 2k17

I was assigned @the-sloth-woman, who I can actually tag now! Yay! My prompt was Jumin Han fluff and something spring-themed like visiting a garden. So…have MC and Jumin picking cherries together.

This is Jumin x Reader, 1081 words :) And Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! Posting this early because it’s my lady’s birthday today and valentine’s day tomorrow. I’m going to be busy.

The day is hot. Too hot. You adjust your sunglasses and exhale, scouring your locale.

The weather reports are unanimous in calling it a heatwave, even if none of them are able to agree on a temperature. The penthouse, at present, is practically an oven and Jumin’s calls from the office on your lunch break have picked up in frequency.

“Are you well? Did you drink? Did you check Elizabeth’s water bowl?”

The answers are always the same, right down to the sigh and observation that no matter how often you check it, she much prefers the water in your glass.

Today is different, though. It’s Valentine’s Day. And not only is it baking hot, but you appear to be married to the most oblivious man in the whole world.

Credit where it is due, however. Two weeks earlier, he mentioned that he meant to clear his schedule and spend the day entirely as you wished. Nothing was out of his reach. A vacation? Done. An appointment with your favourite idol? Done. In the end, though, there was only one thing that you wanted and it seemed to surprise him the most.

The only thing you asked of him was to go to the cherry farm. You’d imagined it so many times, from the bright fruit to the way the sun shone through the leaves and Jumin with his shirt sleeves rolled up as the pair of you tugged cherries from the branches. Jumin made no secret of the fact that he didn’t understand your fascination, but he adhered to your wishes anyhow.

And so there you are, frowning at the sight of your husband sitting comfortably under a parasol, while you clutch onto a basket and your hands are sweaty from the afternoon heat. The cherry farm itself is everything you had hoped it would be, but as far as picking cherries with Jumin goes…that is something else entirely. He is far more content to watch you dart between the boughs in the summer dress you chose together, all while sipping lemonade.

Retrospectively perhaps you ought to have been more specific in your conditions; Jumin is still learning how to empathise and it should not really have come as a surprise to you that your ulterior motives were not immediately obvious from the beginning. Even so, you chuckle at your empty basket, suddenly proud at the plan coming together in your mind.

Jumin is curious when you approach him, clearly eager to see the fruits of your efforts. He leans forward in his seat and sets aside his drink, lifting his own sunglasses and appears perplexed when he realises that instead of showing him the contents of your basket, you extend your hand.

“Is there a problem?” He says, his hand cold from the lemonade. “I asked the staff to-”

“Only that you’re all of the way over here. I miss you.”

His reaction is slow. The tension easing from his shoulders and the expression of concern dissolving into one of mild amusement.

“Well,” he says. “We shall have to fix that, won’t we?”

The sun is hot against your back as the pair of you return hand in hand to the cherry trees. You pass him the basket and reach over to roll up his sleeves, laughing as he is demonstrably conflicted over whether he should leave your sloppy handiwork in place or readjust it in a way that is proper and unlikely to unravel. He leaves it in the end, however, choosing to endure the loose fabric folds out of a sort of sentiment for the spots your fingers brushed against the skin.

“I don’t really know much about cherries. What about that one?”

You tug a cherry from the branch and lift it up to see. Jumin takes it from your fingers and pinches it between finger and thumb. He makes a sound of contemplation as he turns it round in his grip and you cannot help but chuckle at his serious expression.

“Jumin…could it be that you don’t know if they’re ripe either?”

“Why would I? I’ve always had them picked for me,” he says. “And until now I’ve never been curious.”

He plants it in the basket and you peer at a different branch.

“We’re not very good at this, are we?”

“The farmers here were impressed with your knowledge of cherries,” says Jumin, as you pull a particularly bright red fruit from the branch. “That’s why they came to the party.”

It’s not framed as a question, but he’s asking one all the same.

“Ah. I used g-.”

And in that moment you both have the same flicker of enlightenment. Jumin reaches into his pocket for his smartphone and you watch in anticipation as he loads the internet, which considering your location is almost torturously slow.

“Huh,” is his eventual reaction. “It says here we have to taste them.”

“Really now?”

Your initial impression is that he’s flirting in some obscure way, until he turns his phone screen and you can read the facts for yourself. Sure enough, you are advised to wait until the cherries are fully red and taste test one before picking a new batch.

“Would you like to do the honours?” You ask, passing him the cherry in your hand after he puts away his phone.

He takes it from you, hesitant at first, and then sinks his teeth into the fruit. You have to admit that it’s more than a bit satisfying to watch the juice trickle down his chin.

“Well?” You ask. “How is it?”

“It’s…ah…”

He seems unsure and you don’t know why, though all becomes clear when he motions for you to come closer. You take two steps forward and he kisses your lips and in that moment not only can you taste the sweetness of the cherries on his lips, but also the cool sharpness of lemonade. Suddenly, you’re incredibly aware of the dirt path beneath your shoes and the arid heat of the day.

Both of you are toppled when the kiss is broken; neither quite knowing how to proceed.

“Well?” He says, though you’re almost certain he’s not talking about the cherries anymore.

“I’m not sure. I think I’ll need another taste to be certain.”

When he picks you up later, Driver Kim does not question why your basket is empty but the pair of you have cherry juice smothered across your faces.

Frankly, he’s seen worse and, honestly, he knows better.

[aspiringwriterkisako]

Insecurities

“Jumin,” she muttered, her voice low. “Do you ever regret marrying me?” Jumin looked at her, confusion written across his face. “I’m sorry, love? I think I didn’t hear you properly.” “Do you regret marrying me?” She repeated, an uncomfortable feeling gnawing at her. Jumin stared at her, silent for a minute. His eyes dropped, as if all the sorrows of the world were encompassed in his being. His expression tugged at Miki’s heart, and she resisted the urge to hug him. “Is that how I make you feel? Do I not- show you my love properly?” He said slowly, his voice dripping with sadness. “No!” She said, quickly. “You love me so much. Every single day… I want to give you something back, but I can only do little things… I don’t… I don’t deserve you. I’m worried you might get tired of me.” She finished, her eyes looking down, unable to look at him straight. Jumin’s hand, which was drapped around her waist, relaxed from its tense position. He tugged her closer towards himself. “So this was about your insecurities again?” His voice sounded lighter, amused even. “Baby,” he said, and Miki looked up at him. He wasn’t smiling, but his eyes were soft. “How would you feel if I asked you that question?” Miki frowned thoughtfully, trying to imagine the scenario. If it happened she would…definitely question if she had pushed him away or been cold. “I guess… it would be pretty dumb,” she said. “Because you’re perfect, I wouldn’t be able to tell you your flaws. Because there aren’t any.” Jumin pressed a kiss to her forehead. “That’s how I feel,” he said. “I cannot understand your concerns at all. You’re perfect for me. Why can you not see that?” He asked, peering down at her. She blinked, her eyes damp, and threw him a grin at the absurdity of the situation. He kissed her smiling mouth. “Have more faith in our love, darling.”