#jumin fic

[yoosungisbabie]

gimme the wheel - day three

@juminweek2019

jumin x mc

rating: G

prompt: quality time

warnings: none♡

word count: 2,712

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“For our next date, I think that Fiji would be a wonderful destination at this time of year,” he added, making her hand tense briefly before relaxing. “Jumin,” she sighed, unable to help herself from chiding him a little. He looked over at her, hearing the shift in her tone. “It doesn’t have to be Fiji."

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“I think that is enough wine for tonight,” Jumin said slowly, placing his empty glass down as the gentle breeze blew past them. 

“I never thought I would hear you say that,” she chuckled, finishing the last of her own glass as he eyed her. 

“Have you enjoyed yourself?” he wondered, tilting his head slightly. She smiled, glancing down at her lap for a moment before taking another look at the gorgeous vineyard spread out in front of them. 

“This has been incredible, Jumin,” she replied, reaching over to place her hand over his as it rested on the arm of his chair. He looked proud of himself, smiling back at her and turning his hand over so their fingers could intertwine. 

“I agree. There is something different about this vineyard compared to the farm back home,” he thought aloud, looking down at their hands as he ran his thumb over hers. She nodded, glancing back at the sun setting on the horizon. She had noticed that all the wine sampling they’d done today had aided in relaxing her fiancé. 

“For our next date, I think that Fiji would be a wonderful destination at this time of year,” he added, making her hand tense briefly before relaxing. 

“Jumin,” she sighed, unable to help herself from chiding him a little. He looked over at her, hearing the shift in her tone. 

“It doesn’t have to be Fiji,” he revised, and she immediately shook her head. 

“No, that’s not it,” she almost laughed, taking her hand from his and standing from her seat. She stepped over, placing herself down on his lap and setting a hand on his shoulder. He stared at her with wide eyes, wrapping an arm around her waist to secure her where she was. 

“Dates don’t always have to be trips to foreign countries or expensive outings,” she spoke softly, watching him relax just a little. “It can be as simple as spending time together,” she continued, smoothing the fabric of his shirt across his shoulder. He blinked at her in obvious confusion.

“We have spent the whole day together. Would you like the dates to last longer?” he wondered softly. She couldn’t help but laugh a little, shaking her head and leaning in to kiss him gently. 

“I am more than thrilled to be here with you, Jumin,” she clarified, watching his eyes open slowly to focus back on her. “Will you let me plan our next date?” she asked, placing her free hand on his other shoulder. 

“Of course, my love,” he agreed, pressing his forehead against hers. She observed him for just a moment, wondering what he could be thinking. 

“Do you trust me?” she asked, seeing his eyes open fully as he pulled away from her slightly. 

“Without a doubt,” he answered quickly, and she smiled, nodding. Leaning forward, she put her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes and already running through a list of ways they could simply spend time together. 

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“Thank you, Driver Kim!” she grinned, offering a wave as Jumin closed the car door and stepped up onto the sidewalk with her. As the car pulled away, she turned to her fiancé, watching him look around in curiosity. 

“I’ve never been in this part of the city before,” he said, turning his attention back to her expectantly. She smiled, taking his hand excitedly. 

“I’m your personal tour guide,” she teased, admiring the way she’d had him dress down just a little so that they wouldn’t get as many stares. 

“Lead the way,” he smiled, tightening his grip on her hand as she turned to start walking with him. 

After getting off work that day, she’d surprised him at his apartment and let him know that she had finished planning their date. After helping him pick out a different outfit, they set out, their destination a complete mystery to Jumin.

They passed a few storefronts, soon arriving at a small, secondhand bookstore. Jumin would have walked past it if not for her anchoring hand pulling him back, making her giggle a little. 

“Here we are,” she said, seeing his eyes take in every detail. 

“Are you in need of a book?” he wondered, making her chuckle a little to herself.

“I like to come here to look every so often. There are a lot of books that I can’t find anywhere else that end up here,” she explained, opening the door for both of them. He stepped in after her, his eyes taking in all that they could. When he didn’t say anything, she led him into the first aisle, watching him from the corner of her eye. The set of his shoulders and jaw began to relax once they were surrounded by books. Once she’d let go of his hand to investigate a certain book, he leaned forward to look closer, becoming interested in a dark-brown bound book. 

“These books were previously owned?” he asked quietly, his deep voice sounding like part of the magic of the building they’d stepped into. 

“Yes. Once someone no longer needs them, this store will sell them for a discounted price,” she explained, setting her book down and continuing to look. Jumin hummed thoughtfully, flipping the book open in his hands and becoming quiet once more. She lingered nearby, finally giving in to her curiosity after a few minutes. 

“What did you find?” she wondered, leaning close to him to see the contents of the book. He turned it towards her, her eyes taking a moment to focus on the small text. 

“I’ve never seen a book on witchcraft from this year,” he commented, making her lips twitch up into a smile. 

“I love when I find treasures here,” she said, watching him nod and turn the page. She moved through more of the aisles, chuckling as he followed, still buried in the book. 

When they passed by a table and chairs near the back of the store, a sudden meow startled the both of them. A thin, tabby cat was curled up on the table next to a pile of books, yawning at them and wriggling as it showed its belly in anticipation.

She cooed, reaching out slowly so that it could sniff her hand. Immediately, it rubbed its nose against her fingers, and when she began to pet it, the rumbles of purring resonated through the air. 

“Is this a marketing tactic as well?” Jumin wondered, watching the small cat nearly fall asleep again as she petted it. That made her giggle, her hands pulling away once the cat had curled into a ball again. 

“I think this one is a guest like us,” she smiled, saying goodbye as they continued. Jumin still had a strong grip on the book he’d picked up, his eyes searching for anything similar on the shelves as they passed. 

“Would you like to get that one?” she wondered, seeing him look at the book and then her. 

“I suppose I should. I’m not sure I would be able to find this version again,” he responded, running his hand over the front cover. 

She led him to the checkout counter, both of them respectfully greeting the older man who helped them. 

Once the book had been carefully wrapped in paper and placed in a bag for their convenience, they stepped back outside, seeing the beginnings of the sunset starting overhead.

“Where is our next destination, my love?” he asked, intertwining their hands once more and making her raise an eyebrow at him. 

“What makes you think there’s more to this date?” she wondered teasingly in reply, seeing him think for a moment. 

“I wouldn’t think that you would plan a date that would end so quickly,” he answered simply, making her heart beat twice in a row unexpectedly. 

“You’re right,” she smiled to herself, turning her head away slightly. “The next stop is only a few blocks away.” He nodded, letting her lead the way as they walked side by side. 

She thanked him as he held the door to one of her favorite cafes open, stepping in and taking a deep breath. Turning to watch her fiancé, she smiled as he looked around briefly. 

“Are you hungry?” he asked, knowing her all too well. 

“Their strawberry cake is something that I’ve never been able to find a better recreation of,” she nodded, pulling him over towards the counter. 

“How are you, Mrs. Park?” she asked, watching the older woman behind the counter soften.

“I haven’t seen you in some time! How are you?” she wondered, immediately reaching over to their glass display of treats to grab a slice of cake topped with fresh strawberries. 

“I’m doing very well. How is your husband?” she asked in reply, seeing Jumin examine the other treats they had on display. 

“He’s doing much better. Is this your fiancé?” Mrs. Park asked, eyeing Jumin knowingly. She couldn’t help but feel a little shy, nodding and looking up at him as he bowed slightly. 

“I’ve heard so much about you,” Mrs. Park grinned, tapping a few things on her register as she looked eagerly at Jumin. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he replied, immediately taking his card from his wallet. “Please add another slice.” Mrs. Park nodded happily as MC looked up at him, quickly paying for their treats before she could even reach for her purse. 

They chose a table by the windows, watching as the streets became more and more crowded as the night began. She happily dug into her cake as Jumin examined his slice carefully.

“It looks simple enough,” he said mostly to himself. She smiled as he took the tip off the end, placing it in his mouth with practiced poise. She took another bite, seeing him place his fork down and glance out the window. 

“I thought it would be much too sweet,” he commented, looking down at his plate before meeting her eyes.

“That’s why I like it so much. It’s not too sweet, and the strawberry flavor is very fresh,” she nodded, seeing him nod along with her thoughtfully. 

Suddenly, he got up from his seat, walking back over to the counter as she stared after him in surprise. After a moment, Mrs. Park handed him a cake box, grinning widely and blushing as he handed her a tip.

She watched him in adoration, smiling as he walked back over and placed the box on the end of the table so it was out of their way. 

“You like it that much?” she chuckled as he sat back down and smoothed out his pants. 

“I would like for my chef to recreate it, and I would like to keep some at my apartment so you don’t have to travel so far to enjoy it,” he explained, pulling out his phone to text his personal chef. She giggled, her heart warming at his thoughtfulness. 

“You could have asked her for the recipe, Jumin,” she commented, seeing him raise an eyebrow and look up from his phone. 

“An even better idea,” he murmured, getting out of his seat once more to walk over to the counter. 

Once they’d received a handwritten recipe from Mrs. Park, who’d teasingly told them that if they leaked it she would take legal action, they stepped back outside. The sun had just set, the city lighting up and becoming more and more lively. Jumin held her hand protectively, using his other hand to balance the cake box and his wrapped book. 

“Where to next, darling?” he wondered, raising his voice slightly to be heard over the bustling noise of the crowds flooding past them.

“I texted Driver Kim, and he should be here any moment,” she told him, leaning closer to speak into his ear. Jumin turned to look at her, nearly frowning. 

“Is the date over?” he wondered, making her smile and melt a little at how disappointed he sounded. 

“No! No, I just would rather spend more time somewhere quiet,” she explained, watching his shoulders lose their tension as he took a breath and nodded. 

“It will be good to get this cake into the refrigerator,” he added, stepping forward as he was able to spot Driver Kim pulling up from over the crowd. He pulled her along, maneuvering through the throngs of people and opening the car door for her when they arrived. 

On the ride home, Jumin opened his book once more and read her some excerpts that he found interesting. She listened intently, always content to watch him talk about something he was interested in. 

“Are there more places that you have had positive experiences at around the city?” he wondered as the elevator doors closed slowly. They began their ascent up to his penthouse as she chuckled, nodding immediately. 

“There are so many places that I would like to take you to, Jumin,” she replied, looking up at him just in time to see a hint of excitement flash across his face. 

“If you’re interested, I think it would be reasonable for us to alternate. One date can be your planning, and the next can be mine,” he proposed, glancing down at her for approval. She couldn’t hold back her smile, taking his hand again excitedly. 

“That sounds perfect. I can’t wait,” she gushed, reaching up to place a quick kiss on his cheek. 

“I’m glad you like the idea,” he said through a growing smile, holding her hand a little tighter as the doors opened on the top floor. 

“Love it,” she corrected, stepping out first and pulling him along. 

Once the cake was in the fridge and they finished discussing dinner plans, she invited him over to the couch where Elizabeth the 3rd was eagerly waiting for them. 

“She is so cute,” MC cooed, sitting down to pet her as Jumin came to sit in the spot just beside his fianceé. He ran a hand up and down her thigh absentmindedly, bringing her attention back to him as she turned to face him.

“Is there anything you would like to watch?” she wondered, seeing him move his gaze to the television on the wall in front of them. 

“Is watching television another part of spending time together?” he wondered, and she nodded, reaching for the remote. 

“It can be. No thoughts? A movie, a drama, anything,” she prompted. He reached his hand out to ask for the remote, and she placed it in his palm as he sat back against the couch. 

“Since we’ve spent such quality time together, it would only be fair to end the night with a quality classic,” he said softly, quickly pulling up a drama that immediately recognized.

“Stairway to Heaven?” she asked, glancing over at him to gauge if he had already watched it.

“A classic, like I said. Do you disagree?” he asked teasingly, placing an arm across her shoulders as she smiled and shook her head. 

“Not at all. I’m just surprised,” she admitted, leaning against him as he pulled her closer. The opening scenes began, and she couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by how happy she was. 

“Thank you for coming out with me tonight,” she smiled, sitting up to look directly at him. He searched her eyes, blinking slowly. 

“Thank you for planning this. My eyes have been opened,” he murmured softly, gladly leaning forward as she moved to kiss him. She hummed against his lips, sitting up just a little more as his hand pressed into her cheek gently. 

When she pulled away, he quickly kissed her cheek, making her heart skip as she blinked at him. He smiled, kissing her briefly before pulling away. 

“You’re very distracting,” he whispered, making her grin as she curled back into his side. 

“I’ll let you watch your drama for now,” she teased, feeling him tug her closer as she curled her legs up onto the couch. His hand moved further down until he poked her side, tickling her before she tried to push away. He pulled her back, chuckling deeply and kissing the top of her head as they finally settled. 

As the first episode started, they both relaxed into each other, completely forgetting their dinner plans as they dozed off in each other's arms.

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thank you so much for reading! i wrote this one quickly today, and I'm not super satisfied with it, but I hope there was something enjoyable about it! I'm going to continue working on tomorrow's entry tonight, so hopefully it will be a little more polished!

again, thank you so much, and I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day!

Mel x

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[xelasrecords]

In the Dead of Night, You Bring Me Back Alive

Han Jumin x Reader

What if you're not insecure about attending the high society parties that being in Jumin's life entails? What if instead of floundering at a public event and waiting for a rich man to rescue you, you could stand on your own?

Featuring an after-party scene where you and Jumin share quiet meandering conversations and find peace in them. Hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it.

Words: 3.8k

Masterlist Read on AO3

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Your words always wielded power. It was one of the reasons Jumin was intrigued by you. While he was a figure who commanded respect through his presence and status, you were someone with an air of quiet confidence. It was the kind of subtlety that people tended to overlook, but impossible to unsee once they saw it. Jumin might stand tall in front of everyone, his confidence formidable and magnetic, compelling the whole room to focus their attention on him, but one word from you would bring him to his knees.

Not that he minded.

He knew what kind of hold you had over him and would give in to you without a second thought. You were the person he loved. You were the person he admired. You were the person who knew the exact things to say to stimulate both the intellectual and sentimental parts of his brain that no other person could, except for Jihyun. If it weren't for social constructs, Jumin would gladly roll out a red carpet wherever you went and worship the ground you walked on.

Elizabeth the 3rd was treated like a princess. You, a human whom he cherished above all the fortune he possessed, should receive a treatment fit for a queen. Racking his brain for more things to give and do for you was his daily routine.

Tonight, both of you were inebriated from the numerous glasses of alcohol—champagne for you, wine for him—swiped from the corporate gala tonight, you considerably more so than him. With your red heels strewn out on the polished marble floor, the strap lacing trailing behind and stray confetti stuck on the sole of the right stiletto, you left them as they were while you slumped against the side of the white sofa. It had been a long night, and the back of your feet was throbbing. Elizabeth the 3rd was nowhere to be seen, but she was most likely asleep in her bed of posh design and hand-carved frame.

Jumin had crashed on the floor alongside you when your knees buckled from exhaustion. You had entered the penthouse together, his arm around your waist, steadying you as you snickered at things incomprehensible to anyone but you. You waved languidly at the bodyguard posted outside the door while Jumin gave him a brisk nod.

How the bodyguard didn't appear weary at this ungodly hour was beyond you. You grinned at him and threw a hearty good night! before you went in. If there was anything you knew from being with Jumin, it was that everyone could use a little bit of kindness. The irony of maintaining a stoic, emotionless mask was more taxing than living freely was not lost on you.

In your drunken haze, you registered that Jumin had put away his dress shoes and transferred your clutch onto the glass coffee table, a preventive measure to keep you from tripping over them. It wouldn't be the first time you made a fool out of yourself by having poor muscle coordination. The mistakes just had never been made public and you intended to keep it that way. For Jumin, he only wished to keep you from sustaining more injuries.

During the gala, Jumin had noticed the raw chafed skin on your ankles when you made rounds and exchanged amicable banter with the people you had learned only hours before, courtesy of the guest list Jaehee had put together. However impressed Jumin was with you, he couldn't stay still after catching glimpses of you wincing when you thought nobody was watching. Immediately, he requested Driver Kim to retrieve a medical kit.

But despite the pain you were enduring, you glimmered. Your gold sequin dress swirled around your figure as you conversed with other guests, making polite enquiries and occasionally tilting your head back in laughter when the topic entertained you. You had the talent of making your conversation partner felt important and welcomed, like everything they said was interesting and worth your time. You were an attentive listener and an even more suave speaker.

Jumin knew this easy-going character was a front you put up to support him. Although he had reminded you that you needn't play the part of a charmer to boost his image and win him more contracts, you couldn't be dissuaded. The last things you wanted were to stumble and fail spectacularly in front of a respected crowd and tarnish Jumin's reputation. If Jumin had done this his whole life, the least you could do was to understand his ways of survival.

Besides, there was a part of you that found this amusing. It was new and different, and you always welcomed a challenge. And who was to say this was not the real you? You were an amalgamation of everything you wanted to do and everything you had done, and this was one of them. As much of a charade as it was, it was also moulding your personality into something with more depth and complexity. Truthfully, you were tired of always being the same person you were before you met Jumin. You needed a change.

Even if you were not yet as well-versed as Jumin, you were determined to carry yourself with elegance and your head held high. The two of you were a sight to behold. He possessed an assertive demeanour that led him from one person to another with definitive strides, while you lured people in with the unique flair that belonged to you alone. Together, you were a force impossible to break. Everyone knew you had each other's back without making an ostentatious display about it. No one would dare to touch you.

Albeit you had spent the evening largely separated from Jumin, there were times when you would search for the one familiar face in the room that you loved, only to find him already looking at you. Stealing glances amidst the faceless crowd was a game you liked to play. Whenever he caught your eyes, his stern expression would soften, a soft, genuine smile that was exclusive to you would grace his lips, and his shoulders would lose their tension.

A few seconds would pass before he assumed the original stance with his conversation partner. But during that short time, the faces around you would blur and the mindless prattle would fade into the background. It felt as if you and Jumin had entered a peaceful bubble invisible to outsiders, and you could finally breathe. Even when you were not physically attached to his side, Jumin had brought you all that was safe and sound. That few seconds were all you needed to power through the evening. You knew it was also the case for Jumin.

Beneath the opulent crystal chandelier and melodious tune of live jazz, you weren't nervous about navigating the crowd alone. Although you were not the most outgoing person alive—it was exhausting to speak after dabbling in small talks with five people—you were glad that Jumin trusted you enough to handle your part alone. In the beginning, he used to fuss over every little thing, worrying that attending these parties would bring discomfort to you. He reassured you that if you ever needed help, you could signal him and he would come right by your side.

Of course, you knew he would stay true to his word, but you wanted to be capable. If you had to live in this corporate world that Jumin had introduced you to, you would have to adapt and hone your skills. You didn't want to hide behind his protection. Yes, it would be easier if you simply passed all the problems to Jumin and let him handle them, but you also loved yourself, and that meant fortifying yourself enough so that you could hold your own in the face of the public.

Jumin adored the fire in you.

Once he realised you were never going to relent, he offered personal tips and helped you practice as you eased into his world, all of which you gratefully received and implemented. It was unrealistic to sit back and hope for the best when it was only a matter of time before the media criticised you for being a gold digger disguised as an unfortunate damsel. Malicious rumours had begun to circulate the moment your dating news was made public, and it would continue to escalate unless you did something. You had to take control of the narrative before they could define you.

At the present moment, the ghost of the raucous chatter fell away as you felt Jumin's cold fingers wrapped around your ankle and carefully rested it on his crossed legs. "Don't move, darling," he chided. "Your feet are bleeding. Allow me to clean your wounds."

The penthouse was quiet and you were safe. You could let down your shield now.

The only light switched on was in the hallway by the front door. It poured into the living room, its yellow gleam illuminated Jumin's concerned face. The sight of him in his three-piece formal suit while gently dabbing rubbing alcohol on your injury was a pleasant thing to see. Even after a long night, he still looked put together, not a hair out of place.

You didn’t even complain about those heels during the ride home, yet he noticed. You felt love, so much love. "I feel like I am consumed by love. It's like love is coursing through my veins and exploding with fireworks inside." You let out a worn-out giggle. "If you cut me open and study my organs, I bet you could see how much I love you. I bet there would be a whole fiesta going on in my bloodstream and muscle tissues."

Jumin gave you an amused look before plastering a bandage on your ankle. "I do not have to witness you spilling your internal organs to feel your love." He put down your leg and lifted the other onto his lap. "The things you say, truly."

You relished in his tender touch, feeling its cold against your warm skin, running from your exposed calf up to your thigh where the slit of your dress fell off, a golden rumpled sea of glitter around you. "But imagine tiny cells wearing party hats running around inside me. How absurd!"

"Now, where did you get this idea from?"

"The tiny cells just announced it with trumpets and drums in my brain."

"God." Jumin shook his head, but not without good humour.

"Am I scaring you away? Do you fear my"—you let out a dramatic gasp—"unbidden thoughts?"

"I fear for the people who mean you harm. You, however, are still as mesmerising as ever," he said, his striking grey eyes studying your face. "You were captivating tonight. I had to fight off the physical urge to make you the sole focus of my attention. It is so easy to forget about everyone else when you are there." Jumin had finished bandaging your left foot and placed both your legs on top of his, running his fingers up and down across yours.

Shivers crawled up your spine. "So were you. You have the same effect on me."

"You were the highlight of the party. Have you any idea how many compliments I received on how seamlessly you fit into this society? People had been waiting for your downfall, but you put yourself above everyone instead." Jumin smiled at you. "And you didn't even have to try."

"What can I say? I'm a natural charmer."

"And very humble too."

You closed your eyes, a wan smile painted on your lips. The alcohol was catching up to you, and everything seemed to move in slow motion. "No, actually, it was the opposite. I tried very hard." You sighed. "I wasn't always this polished before I took your advice."

"I must be frank with you. I don't think you need all those extra lessons. You have always been excellent at being yourself." You weren't looking at him, but his voice alone spoke of total adoration.

You had never been on the receiving end of such affection. How fortunate you were to cross paths with him, to be loved by him. He had never given you any reason to doubt him and had always treated you well from the moment you met. You were not a believer in fate, but you believed in him.

You flailed your arms at him, motioning him to sit beside you. You yearned to feel the warmth from his body. "How about you? How well do you think you are at being Han Jumin?"

He put your legs down and obliged, shifting to your side, your shoulders nudging each other. There was a stretched silence as he pondered your question. You rested your chin on your tucked knees and gazed up at him.

"There are two Han Jumins in the world—or are there three? The first one is what I present to the public. The second is a mixture of the dutiful son and the loyal friend. The third one is the man I am with you."

The wine must have also brought out the pensive side of him. You had half-expected him to bludgeon your question with his usual brand of self-assurance, listing out his achievements and strengths. You preferred this vulnerable honesty, however rare it was, over the stoic image he put on in front of people.

"I like all versions of you," you said, offering him your own honesty.

"It's unfortunate that I have to create multiple personas to meet everyone's expectations." Jumin craned his neck down to look at you. "There are times I fear that I might lose myself if I play a certain part for too long, but this fear is a paradox in itself."

"A paradox?"

"Which persona is my true self? Have I split myself into too many pieces that they've become indiscernible? If I can't tell which piece is real, then who am I masquerading as this whole time?" He took a deep breath. "Who am I, if I couldn't be put back together?"

"This vulnerable Jumin seems pretty real and whole to me." You took his hand into yours, massaging his palm. "But don't you think it's normal to don multiple masks to survive? I'm not saying we have to be fake, but that's how humans navigate life."

"I'm afraid I don't understand what you're getting at."

"See, I am more reserved and polite in front of strangers. I'm careful not to offend people and filter which things to say. But with the RFA, I can be more relaxed and let go of myself. And with you, well, I have no qualms about saying anything that comes to my mind."

"I can attest to that." Jumin chuckled. "But if politeness is a charade, then can we really be genuine in treating people?" You cocked your head to one side. "You may recall that I am trying to be more considerate with my employees."

You scoffed. "I am positively drunk, Jumin. My memory is impaired." You knocked on your temple in quick succession with your knuckle and yelped. Your head instantly felt heavy and your vision spun.

At no time, Jumin was already checking and caressing your head. "Be careful, love. Are you all right?"

You waved it away. "It will pass." You let him continue to card his fingers through your hair. It was therapeutic; every touch from him was. Recalling his musing earlier, you shared your thought, "Even if the act of being polite is a faux gesture—which I don't think it is—doesn't the feelings of the receiving party matter more?"

"Do elaborate."

"When you're polite to someone, you extend your respect to them. You treat them like a decent human being. It feels good to be treated well, you know." Lowering his hand from your head, you slung his arm around your shoulders and leaned against him. "I know you are indifferent towards niceties because people tend to only be nice to you out of fear or greed, but please hear me out before you debate me on this."

"I am listening to you." Jumin rubbed your arm, giving you a reassuring squeeze. "My experience doesn't cancel out yours, and I'm interested in what you want to say."

You rested your head against his chest, vertigo already subsiding. "I remember when a salesperson tended to me with patience and smiles even when I asked a lot of questions. I felt sorry for that, but it made my experience better than if I had to face a rude person who looks down at me for my ignorance."

"And that improved your feelings."

"You know how when you're having a bad day, everything becomes a chore?" You tucked in a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "Standing underneath the shower is tiring. Making your bed is almost impossible. Talking with people at work makes you feel like you're drowning further in the mess that is you. Nothing can be smoothed out. Everything is creased."

"I have my maid to tidy up my bed, but I understand the sentiment," Jumin said in all seriousness.

"Well, I was having a bad day, but those three minutes of friendly exchange, even when they were out of obligation, had lifted my mood for three minutes. I had this thought, 'Ah, that wasn't too bad. Maybe I shouldn't shun this life just yet.' Then, my day became a little more bearable."

Jumin placed a kiss on your forehead and murmured, "I would like to meet this person and thank them."

"It was a long time ago, so I can't remember who it was. I remember how it made me feel though, so I reckon politeness has more worth than being a superficial act."

Jumin squeezed your hand three times. You had shown him an article about the gesture, informing him that it meant I love you. Since then, the two of you had made it into a habit to do so. "Your observations never cease to amaze me. I love this about you." He was also in the habit of proclaiming his love for you every now and then. "You bring your thoughtfulness wherever you go, that even if you wear thousands of masks, you wouldn't be in danger of losing yourself."

"I didn't know that's how you see me."

"It is. You are so grounded in you that it unnerves me to realise what it says about me."

"What does it say about you?" you asked softly.

"That I am not as connected to myself as I had thought." From the way you were practically lying on him, you could feel his chest rise and fall. "I know who I am. I know my likes and dislikes, my strengths and weaknesses. But knowing things aren't the same as owning them."

"Because they don't feel like they are part of you?"

"I don't know if they are true to my character. I slip on new faces quite easily," Jumin went on. "You know how I used to deal with contracts."

You remembered what Jaehee said aeons ago when you just joined the association. Jumin was a businessman who used his good looks to hook potential business partners into signing contracts with him, especially women who clambered onto him without the slightest shred of dignity, only to quit cold turkey on them once the contract was over.

It wasn't the most morally correct thing to do, but you also thought it was an apt response to people who merely wanted to take advantage of his wealth. "It's a necessity for you. If you have the leverage, why not use it?"

"You seem to contradict yourself," Jumin said. "This competitive edge had left many women heartbroken, as I recall."

"Maybe I just feel inclined to defend you and put your happiness first." You shrugged. "And once again, I am drunk."

"You are running out of chances to use the drunk card."

You hummed while tracing the buttons on his white dress shirt. "How many chances do I have left?"

"One."

At this, you straightened up and swivelled your body to face him. "What kind of rule is that?"

"My rule. I can do anything I want if it contributes to my happiness, as you very kindly declared." Jumin smirked.

Your brain was too muddled to come up with a counter-argument, so you merely huffed and sat back in silence. Jumin picked up the skirt of your dress that had bunched up between you two, rolling the sequins from one finger to another. The only sound wafting through this nearly dark penthouse was the crinkle of the gold coins embedded on your dress.

You wished every night was like this. Being together in peace, talking about things you would barely remember the next day. The dim yellow light cast long shadows beneath the outline of your figures, and you knew that this moment would stay forever bursting technicolour in your mind.

"You're judging yourself too harshly," you said after a while. "You just started discovering your emotions and learning how to dissect these layers that you had long buried. It's not fair to yourself if you expect an immediate result by using my progress as your benchmark. Not when I've been in touch with my inner self for longer than you have."

"Except I'm usually a fast learner."

"Usually." You bumped his leg with your toes. "It's about time you're not the best at something."

To your surprise, Jumin laughed at your statement. It was a crisp, freeing laugh that you had never heard before. You jumped at the sound, but it only made him laugh harder. His voice sent tremors down the hollow of your bones. Then suddenly, you also cackled, imagining all the bones in your body quivering because of him. What a ridiculous thought! But how funny!

Soon enough, none of you could stop the fits of laughter. You, doubling over with a hand on your stomach, the curtain of your hair streaking over your already blurred eyesight. Jumin, shoulders shaking from trying and failing to stop, one arm rounding your body, the other straightened out, hand clenching at his thigh.

Nothing made sense, but nothing had to.

Years later, after you and Jumin had moved out of the penthouse for a place that you owned together, this was what you would remember: in the dead of night, two souls were alive with giddy lightness, as bubbly as the champagne you had downed, as intimate as the mutual understanding you had shared. In your long span of life to come, this was the memory you liked to come back to. This one evening with him might be brief, but it made your life more bearable.

That was the only thing that mattered.

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Buy me a glass of something that's definitely not coffee because I can't stand it but it is the website's name if my story touches you in some way? No worries if you don't. I'm still grateful you've read all the way through here.

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[asterjennifer]

Mystictober 2022 | Day 25 - Bad Ending

Summary: Is it considered bad when both give consent for something that they either lack or seek in their lives?

Perhaps it is, perhaps it's not.

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You couldn't move a single muscle even if you'd wanted to in the first place. The ribbons colored ironically soft were keeping your wrists in a tight manner against the cool metal of the bedframe.

Contradiction after another, it's not like you asked for gentle touches and gushy words whispered lovingly into your ear underneath the oh so beautiful moonlight. You didn't seek comfort spoken like prayers into the nighttime for the soiled purpose of happiness.

The cold sweat running down your heated body, the chill wind passing through the window into the burning bedroom, the firm hands on your body that usually took hold of living so thoughtfully. The extreme opposite in the situation itself caused, or rather forced shivers down your spine.

His eyes pierced through your every inch, you're able to tell depsite the blindfold keeping your seeing senses out of play. Your lips parted slightly and the way your cheeks won on red shade whenever he touched you somewhere unexpected. It's a chase you had chosen for yourself in the most dirty way possible.

He seemed to enjoy it as much, though. Were you the bad one for encouraging his potential intensity or was he the wrong one for putting it out on display the very first time after meeting in person? Who's wrong and who's right? Did it even matter at this point? Most likely not.

Your legs twitched from the nails dragging over your sides, breath caught in the back of your throat the second your head pushed further into the pillows. It's possessive in manner; there's a touch of sadism when paying good attention to the way he tried dragging out the moments that caused you to hiss loudly.

Thinking a businessman with well-mannered composure ended in a position that's more than just animalistic, perhaps the fault on your part was a tad bigger than on his account. You smiled through gritted teeth when he pulled the same type of ribbons around your neck next, the fabric comfortable until it began to itch from the heat.

It felt god-awful good being owned; who were you denying your inner voices like this. And he found control in something other than a pet or contract, Jumin surely left you speechless with the ways he handled and embraced that will you showed so submissively. It's addicting, you're uncertain who of you both's ruined the most.

He scanned your body from head to toe; dark blue eyes almost soaking in the every curve of your body without a hint of shame behind it. He ran his hand up to your throat in order to lift your head up just a little higher, seeing your back arche off the bed in response.

His low voice mumbled something; yet you're too blurred in the rush of desire to actually receive to the meaning behind them. Instead the tone alone echoed inside your mind, leaving the hair on your neck to stand up. It's close to being unbearable, so close to have you tear up.

But that's how you wanted it, you thought to yourself in all honesty available. He'd been the one offering the idea so where's it your fault for taking advantage of exact words if they're already laid out on a silver platter for you. You laughed absent-minded as you felt the grip around your throat tighten for not listening properly.

Jumin blew breath to your jaw, the feeling rushing through your veins like needles. Especially after he tied brand new ribbons around your ankles; leaving you completely defenseless to anything he'd decided to do with you. Or to you, for that matter. The thought's showering you in anticipation for any rough treatment to come.

They say if you can't control your environment, then you control the people around you. Was it a bad thing, though? If you both found pleasure in the action of giving and receiving anatomy of the other? Maybe it's not considered healthy for outsiders, but who got to say it in your own private walls. This was yours, now and forever.

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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

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[astridthevalkyrie]

Do you have any favorite Jumin x MC fics? I keep re-reading yours bc it’s so damn good

omg thank you!! that fic was in my wips for months i'm so happy people like all my self indulgent jumin fantasies lol

here are some i like on ao3 (and pre mha brainrot i read so many fucking jumin fics on ao3 it's insane):

cherry wine - really soft, really sweet, and realistic. i love rika but i cannot imagine being the new girl that everyone treats like her replacement.

I Can Give You Heaven - takes place on jumin's birthday and god oh my god i can't speak this fic is so good. perfect mixture of fluff and smut and ridiculously soft jumin.

Welcome Home, Master - yeah you know what this is based on the title LMFAO but anyways if you're one of the people into the jumin petplay thing this fic is for you. delicious 👏🏽 fuckin 👏🏽 smut

Sweeter Than The Finest - another really good smut fic featuring office sex. this author also has a couple other fantastic jumin fics, including yet another birthday sex one that i've read an unhealthy amount (i like the idea of spoiling him for his birthday??? sue me???)

Jumin's Call - jumin listens in on you and zen and it's the hottest thing ever and simulataneously the angstiest thing ever.

Purple Hearts and Tear Drops - LOVE this fic. ugh. i have a particular weakness for jumin x mc in v's route with all the angst potential and this fic delivers and goes above and beyond delivering

Unattainable - kinda retelling of jumin's route but with the twist that jumin is already married to sarah. very very good pining and buildup and it makes me tingly. also gives some much needed nuance to sarah and villainizes her a little less.

After End and Temporal Love - so this is probably my favorite mysme fanfic it's the best i've seen that utilizes the reset theory. equal parts seven/mc and jumin/mc (although the second part is just jumin/mc drabbles that take place in the universe) and just. good. good dialogue, good humor, good character stuff. jumin in this is just. sighhhhh. husband material <3 as always <3

#jumin han #jumin x mc #jumin x reader #mysme #fic recs

[ticklygiggles]

[You & I event - entries closed!]

A/N: This was requested by our most amazing @otomiyaa before the catastrophe *sobbing quietly*, so I hope you enjoy it baby! We love one trust fund kid! Fem!Reader for this one!

Jumin Han was a busy man.

That was something everyone knew. Meetings, business trips, business parties, conferences; he was in all of them. He had already become more than accustomed to that busy life. Elizabeth the 3rd was waiting for him at home and it was all he needed to feel happy and rested, but something had changed. A small factor had been added to his life and now all those activities that he did almost without thinking, became tiring and tedious. Now the only thing he wanted when he opened his eyes in the morning was for the day to be over so he could return home and find what had changed his life.

Or rather, not a 'what' but a 'someone'.

"Welcome back, Jumin."

There you were. As charming and beautiful as ever. With that warm smile, bright eyes and reddened cheeks. There you were. Receiving him with your most comfortable clothes and with open arms. There you were. His beloved wife, the person who had come to change his life in the best way possible.

"Hello," he said sheepishly, stepping out of his shoes in a hurry, making you laugh softly. 

"I'm right here, take your time- oof!" 

Jumin ran to you like a kid seeing his mother after school. He held you tightly in his arms and pressed you against his chest, and suddenly, all the stress and problems from work that he had been dragging behind him disappeared and he could only feel peace and tranquility while breathing in that delicious fruity smell of your shampoo. Why were you so warm, so fragile, so small and so beautiful? Did you even know what you were causing in his heart and mind?

"Did you have a good day today?" You asked with your kind smile, searching his face that refused to leave your neck. You laughed and his heart jumped with joy. "N-Now, Mr. Hahan, you're tickling mehe."

A spark of childlike joy settled in his chest and with a playful smile that he made sure you couldn't see, he grabbed your waist and squeezed it, making you jump with a giggle.

"Dohon't stahahart thihis!" You said laughing, squirming in his arms as he squeezed your waist again and again. "Juhuhumihihin!"

"Yes, my love, I'm listening," he said, finally bringing his head up to look at your face. 

Oh, what a wonderful sight. Your pink cheeks were red as you giggled, trying to push his hands away from your body. Jumin chuckled, easily following your every move. 

"Look at you, my love. I don't think I will ever stop."

"You ahahalwahahays say sohoho!"

His cheeks blushed and he chuckled again. "Is that so? Are you saying I do this often? Well, it is your fault because you are this ticklish and your smile is just so beautiful."

You shook your head and your laughter increased when his hands moved lower to your hips. His thumbs pressed firmly, but gently in your hipbones and you legs almost gave up on you. 

"Huh, I think you are expectionally ticklish tonight, love. Why could that be?"

"Lihihies! Juhuhumihihin!"

He was exceptionally teasy that night, but as soon as he heard your bubbly laughter he just couldn't stop tickling you. He also had missed you a lot more that day, having you giggling and laughing like this had him feeling at ease, relaxed even and he knew you didn't mind this at all. 

"AHAHA, n-not thehehere!" You cackled when his fingers moved up towards your ribs and to his surprise, you were able to escape his touches and without a second thought, you ran away from him, first making sure Elizabeth was safe in her small bed. She barely paid attention to you both, even when her master started chasing you around the penthouse.

You squealed with laughter, "no chahahasing! Bad Jumin! Bahahad!"

Jumin laughed, hot behind you. "Why are you running away from me, love? Don't you want my love? I missed you so much today!"

Jumin laughed wholeheartedly when he caught you and you let out a loud shriek. Thankfully for him, you had caught yourself in your shared bedroom and he was quick to push you into the bed and start tickling you all over. 

Your exquisit laughter ringed in his ears once again and as he found all your weak points, he couldn't help but think that he was a lucky man. He never thought he would find someone like you: someone who would make him sincerely happy even by doing the most mundane thing like tickling.

Oh, how he loved you and even though some days his insecurities were stronger than him, Jumin knew that you also loved him as sincerely as he loved you and that every day you spent together was something worth remembering forever.

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[reifromrfa]

Short fic: Mafia AU | Jumin

I saw this artwork by @ranartinart and got inspired to write something short for my love, Jumin Han ;w; Thank you for your lovely art! :)

Reposted with permission from @ranartinart <3 Check it out here!

Wrote this fic while listening to this playlist ♪( ´θ｀)ノ

Trigger Warning: Violence

Story under the cut! This was purely self-indulgent haha! I feel as though I'm a little rusty with mysme so apologies in advance if it feels ooc ^^;; Enjoy~

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His precise steps against the marbled floor echo through the hallway. He isn't in a hurry; in fact, he takes his time, allowing the rage to bubble up inside him. He keeps his expression composed though, his head held high, his cold, steely eyes staring straight ahead, at the door on the end of the hallway.

Men and women bow to him as he passes, all of them avoiding his gaze. Finally, he reaches the door and his men open the door for him. Assistant Kang sees the man kneeling in the middle of the room, a few bruises already visible on his face and arms. She feels no pity for him, especially after he'd attempted to kidnap MC. Though MC was unharmed, Jaehee knows that this man will probably die here tonight. Honestly, he had a far better chance of surviving had he attempted to kill her boss, the mafia king of South Korea. But attacking his wife? His queen?

Jaehee looks at him with disdain as Jumin hands her his coat.

"Good riddance," she thinks to herself, turning on her heel. She makes a small gesture and the guards in the room follow her out, leaving Jumin alone with the man.

Jumin carefully folds his sleeves up, watching the man with cold, calculating eyes. The man glares at him, his hands bound behind his back.

"You motherfucker. You can't keep me here! They're gonna come lookin' for me! And when they do, they're gonna take you down, you bastard! You'll see. You're gonna be fucking sorry!" the man spits out, staring hatefully at Jumin.

Jumin arches a brow, continuing to fold his sleeves on his other arm. His voice is calm, low, as though he's having a casual conversation and not being threatened by this piece of scum. "Oh? I'd like to see them try."

The man becomes angrier, as though Jumin’s calm facade is somehow an insult to him. “Don’t you fucking know who I am, huh? I am—”

“You are irrelevant to me,” Jumin interrupts, crossing his arms as he looks down on the man. His expression darkens as he studies the lowlife who dared to touch his MC. Who dared to even breathe the same air as her. “I do not need to know your name, I do not need to know who you are, what you’re worth. All I need to know is this:

You meant to harm my wife.”

Jumin watches as a small smile appears on the man’s face. His jaw clenches as he holds himself back. Not yet, he tells himself. Not yet.

“Your wife? MC? Yeah, she’s a real beauty. I remember those scared cries she made when I grabbed her. I bet she sounds real good in bed, huh? I bet—”

The man never gets to finish his sentence. Instead, he has a split second to widen his eyes before Jumin’s fist collides with his jaw. The man hears a crack but it’s quickly forgotten as pain shoots up his cheek, his jaw. His head whips harshly to one side and he tastes blood in his mouth.

Jumin grits his teeth and grabs the man by his hair, forcing him to face Jumin again.

“How dare you talk about my wife that way. How dare you even utter her name with that filthy mouth of yours. You have no right to even walk in the places her feet have touched. You have no right to breathe the air she breathes. You have no right at all to LIVE in the world she exists in.”

The man attempts to scowl but it turns into an ugly grimace, his jaw throbbing. “When I get outta here, I’m gonna fuck her and make you watch, you sonovabitch!” He’s about to spit at Jumin Han’s face when Jumin releases his hair and hits him with an uppercut, effectively slamming his teeth together. Jumin steps back and watches as the man chokes on his own spit, violent coughs making his shoulders heave. Blood starts to trickle down the side of his lips, down his chin; to Jumin, that vermin’s blood is like coal that fuels the deep loathing he feels towards said vermin. He wants more, more of the man’s blood to spill until he is on the brink of death.

“What makes you think you’re getting out of here? Do you think that highly of your comrades? Do you think they would come for you…at the risk of becoming my enemy?” Jumin lets out a mirthless chuckle.

“You’re sorely mistaken.

No one is coming to save you.”

“Think of it like this…” Jumin yanks on the man’s hair again, pulling him to his feet. He leans closer. In a low, soft voice, he speaks to the man —like Death’s whisper to a dying soul.

“You’re dead to them. In fact…you’re dead to everyone. There’s not a person who would want to be affiliated with you now. There’s not a single soul who will even speak your name anymore. Because if they do, I will not only obliterate every trace of their existence from the world, I will also ensure that their life becomes a living hell. They will spend every waking moment in a dark cell, suffering, praying they were dead, and every time they close their eyes they will be plagued with nightmares of the pitiful, painful, pathetic life ahead of them.”

The man struggles to remain upright, his hands still bound behind his back as blood starts to soak the front of his shirt. A muscle in Jumin’s jaw twitches as he stares at the hideous expression on the man’s face.

“You asked me if I knew who you are? Yes, I know who you are. I also know where you parents are, your sister and her family, even the bastard son you’re hiding from your employer.” At his words, Jumin sees the man’s face pale. “Here, we place a high value on family. That’s why I sought to learn about your family.”

“If you fucking touch them, I fucking swear I’ll—”

“You’ll…what? Kill me?” Jumin’s eyes flash and his lips curl in a small, taunting smirk. “That’s what you should have done. You should have killed me instead of going after my wife.”

Jumin approaches the man and now, he sees the man take a small step back.

“You’re only fucking cocky ‘coz you’re beating up a defenseless man! You think this is a fair fight?!”

“Fair?” Jumin’s eyebrow arches. “Fair?” He tilts his head ever so slightly, looking at the man in disbelief.

“Why would I stoop to your level and make this fair?”

He takes another step towards the man and the man’s eyes widen as he takes a step back.

“I was born with every advantage…why wouldn’t I use them? To, as you put it, ‘make this fair’? Why? You certainly thought it was fair to take advantage of a woman who’s smaller than you…and now you call me ‘cocky’ for beating you while your hands are bound?”

Jumin closes the gap between them and delivers a swift punch to the man’s solar plexus. The man chokes and gasps for air, wheezing as Jumin throws another punch…and then another.

The man feels his knees buckle as his body topples forward. But before he can even fall, Jumin grabs his shoulders and pushes the man down at the same time raising his knee and driving it further on the same spot.

“Get this through your thick head,” Jumin says vehemently, now letting his anger take over. Gone is his composure, all he can see now is this man stalking his wife, touching her, laughing at her horrified expression, thinking about the terrible things he’d do to MC…all because she’s Jumin’s queen.

“Life will never be fair.” Jumin keeps his grip on the man, not giving him a chance to straighten. He slams his knee against the man’s abdomen and now he can hear the man wheezing hard, his gasps turning raspy, desperate.

“You and I will never be on the same level.”

“P-lea—”

Jumin scowls at the man. He dares try to interrupt Jumin? Jumin takes a slight step back before slamming the man’s face down on his knee.

“Shut up. You don’t even deserve to be talking. I’ll have your tongue cut out…eventually.”

Jumin releases the man and he falls to the ground like a pathetic rag doll. The man is still wheezing, taking in short, quick breaths. Jumin watches him struggle to breathe, a rush of satisfaction filling him as he sees the man’s bloody face, his nose broken, his lip busted, his eyes swollen and drooping.

But still, this will never be enough. There’s never a good enough punishment for someone who has ill intentions towards Jumin Han’s family. Especially his Queen.

Jumin uses the front of his shoe to push the man onto his back. The man’s wide eyes dart to Jumin as he starts to choke on his own blood. But Jumin merely places a foot on his chest and leans forward, putting all his weight on the foot that’s right over the man’s lungs.

“Now…I’ve established that I know you. But…

Do you know who I am?”

Jumin’s steely gaze never leaves the man’s face, his icy expression showing no hints of mercy. In fact, he leans forward more, pressing his foot deeper.

”I am Jumin Han. I am the most powerful man in Asia.

From now on, your life is in MY hands. If you breathe it is because I’m letting you breathe. But don’t worry, I assure you, breathing will be a luxury for you. Like I said before, I was born with every advantage at my fingertips.

I intend to use my power to make your life into something far worse than the hell you’ve imagined.

About your family…I won’t hurt them. Yet. It all depends on whether you cooperate or not. You may think this is a sick, cruel game…I want to assure you yet again that yes, this is my sick, twisted game for simpletons with a death wish.”

The man’s face is turning purple as he desperately opens his mouth to try to get air into his lungs. Jumin just stares at him for a few seconds, watching the red lines creeping into the man’s eyes. Jumin eases his foot over the man’s lungs and he waits until the man intakes a couple of short breaths before pushing against his chest again.

“You’ve made a grave mistake, turning me into your enemy…but now I’ll be more than that. I’ll be the demon that haunts your every move. I’ll be your personal Grim Reaper, collecting blood and instilling fear in you.

Every day.

For the rest of your meaningless existence.”

Jumin lifts his foot from the man’s chest and he gazes down at his work. The man has tears flowing down the sides of his face, bruises and cuts all over his body —at least, the parts that Jumin can see. Jumin is sure the man has a cracked rib or two as well.

To him, this punishment is still nothing compared to the trauma this pathetic idiot instilled in MC. But he’ll have to stop for now; he doesn’t want the man to die that same night. No…Jumin wants him to live a long, miserable life.

Without another word, Jumin heads for the door, where Assistant Kang is already waiting with a towel in her hands. Jumin takes it, wiping away the man’s blood from his hands.

“I want him looked at but make sure he’s bound tightly. Only patch up the wounds that are fatal. Then transfer him to our warehouse, put him in a coffin and make him think he’s going to be buried alive; I trust you’ll oversee this, Assistant Kang?”

“Of course, sir. I’ll send you a recording afterwards.”

“Good. He can stay there for the evening, but make sure to check the CCTVs in the coffin every now and then. I want him to live for a long time. In the morning, move him to a cell and only give him water. No food, no lights, no toilets, no requests. I’ll call you with further instructions tomorrow. Do I make myself clear?”

The guards around Jaehee reply in a rush, the menacing aura Jumin is exuding, scaring even them. Jaehee waves the guards towards the man and they get to work.

“Oh, and Assistant Kang?”

Jaehee turns to her boss, watching him holding the blood-stained towel. She never thought she’d be working for the most powerful man in the continent, but she’s also grateful that she is. There’s no mercy in Jaehee’s heart towards the man who could have taken someone precious from them, and she’s glad her boss can inflict the most damning punishment onto that man.

“Yes, Mr. Han?”

“Make sure that man or anyone affiliated with him will never get anywhere close to my wife. If they do, kill them. I want all our men to know that.”

“Understood, sir.”

“Good. I’ll leave this to you, then. Have a pleasant evening, Assistant Kang.”

Jaehee watches him go, as though he didn’t just nearly beat a man to death. But at the end of the day, they’re all just pawns on Jumin’s chessboard.

She pities any fool who dares to take on the king and his queen.

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[juminies]

talk to him

post secret ending. jumin doesn't mourn (except he does).

angst, referenced character death, implied alcoholism, secret ending spoilers

AN: I originally had this idea a couple of months ago with the intention of it being a letter from Jumin, accompanied by art in a sort of comic style. I have come to realise it's somewhat unrealistic that I'll ever actually finish that hahaha. I still didn't want the idea to go unseen forever, though, so on a whim I fleshed it out for it to make sense as a fic :-)

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“You’re not normal,” Zen mumbles, clearly irritated that he isn’t getting through. Jumin has been listening but has little to say – the alcohol has his brain too clouded and he’s too focused on the fact that Zen’s glare feels as though it could kill him if he’s not careful. Jumin hates it; hates that he’s being interrogated in his own home; hates the way he feels trapped; hates the familiarity of being seen as abnormal.

He tries to suppress the brewing unsettling feeling that some sort of Medusa is standing in front of him. The RFA does not need to lose another member in a matter of months, and while Jumin thinks himself more logical than to believe that Zen could possibly petrify him, there’s something in the back of his mind that whispers the chance of danger.

“I still don’t understand why you’re here,” Jumin says, if not just to break up his own thoughts. Zen continues to hover near the doorway of the penthouse. He hasn’t moved since he arrived eight minutes and twenty-four seconds ago, and has essentially repeated himself five times, though it still isn’t making sense.

“I told you. I– Saeyoung and Yoosung are worried about you.”

“Then why aren’t Saeyoung or Yoosung here rather than you?”

Zen huffs and clenches his fists. “Stop being so aggravating and just– Everyone is worried!”

“Then tell them not to be. My emotions are none of your concern, and to be frank I’d much rather remain a pillar for you all in situations like this.” He swirls the amber liquid in the glass he’s holding. “I am used to enduring. I have been enduring for months already and I will continue to endure. Now, if we have nothing else to discuss and you aren’t in need of my assistance, feel free to leave.”

Jumin feels Zen’s eyes leave him, finally, and he uses the opportunity to look up. He takes a victory sip of whiskey when he finds that Zen’s hair has not turned into snakes.

There’s a long, haunting silence. Zen wanders a few steps across the room to a bookcase and picks up a photograph lying face down on a shelf. It had been placed face down on purpose, but the actor takes the opportunity to stand it back up.

A much younger, happier Jihyun stares at Jumin from within the frame. His once loving gaze now feels even sharper than Zen’s.

“Maybe you should try talking to him,” Zen finally suggests. He spares a glance to the almost empty glass of liquor as he notices Jumin put it down on the side table. “Or writing, or something other than sitting around drinking your feelings away like an idiot.”

“To whom, exactly?” Jumin asks, though he knows, and he can already feel Zen's patience withering away.

“V.”

Jumin subconsciously digs his nails into where they rest on his thigh, hard enough that it’s certain to leave little half-moons in his flesh – even through the thick material of his trousers.

“I said what I needed to at his funeral.”

As if he hadn’t tried calling V’s phone tens of times since he passed, hoping for one more chance. He had only gotten to hear his voice through the answerphone message twice before the battery died along with its owner.

“Listen, trustf–” Zen starts, a little too angry. He takes a deep breath. “We all know you’re not coping as well as you’re pretending to. He was your best friend! You’re allowed to be upset. You should be, even!”

“Again, it’s none of your concern.”

Zen lets out a sigh, or a grumble. Jumin can’t tell.

“Whatever. I’ll get going.”

Jumin hums, displeased, and looks at the clock as the younger man turns to exit. Eleven minutes and eight seconds of Jumin’s time, wasted.

Then Zen pauses, turning back to where the director is seated, one leg crossed over the other, nails still pressed harshly into dark grey wool. Jumin doesn’t look away, even for the still lingering fear of being turned to stone. He continues to count the seconds that build up.

“Just think about it.”

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Jumin has barely slept in days. Sometimes the wine – whiskey on worse nights – puts him to sleep, but tonight he’s angry. Too angry to sleep, though he won’t admit it to anyone but himself. The others might assume things; place wild bets on whether or not he cares, but they don’t know unless he tells them. And he won’t.

It’s almost 4am when he finally moves from his position on the couch. Surely he may as well try to get some sleep. An hour and a half is better than none.

As he stands and turns toward the direction of the master bedroom however, the picture Zen had repositioned on the shelf hours before catches his eye. And he does not go to bed. He places the frame face down again and makes his way to the old desk in his barely-used home office.

He sits with nothing but the word Jihyun written in front of him for twenty minutes, unable to form words on the page, then tries to give up. He leaves the room, the light flicking off behind him bathing him in darkness once again.

He walks back past the bookcase. Backtracks; stands the photo up again. He loiters in front of it for a few seconds, unable to pull himself away until he suddenly feels compelled to apologise (though for what he's not sure).

He goes back into the office. He doesn’t bother switching the light back on, instead opting for a dingy reading lamp he’s had since he moved in. He’s half surprised to find the bulb still works.

His pen scratches as he begins to write, on the verge of running out of ink.

Jihyun.

When we were young, and you asked me, “Which one of us do you think will marry first?” I was certain it would be you. It just made sense, did it not? You were always warmer than I was. You were more approachable. For better or for worse, you were more willing to give up everything for someone you loved. So when you told me that you were to marry Rika, my congratulations were promptly followed by an “I told you so.” I thought it was entertaining that you weren’t sure what I was referring to, but my memory always was better than yours, wasn’t it? You couldn't even recall once I told you the story; explained what you had asked while you were feeling somewhat existential about our futures one evening shortly before I left the country for college.

Of course, when Rika left us I was heartbroken – for you more so than I. Congratulations had quickly become condolences. Did I ever tell you, though, that I always thought you handled her death extraordinarily, despite the distance it put between us? Because I did. At the time, I did. It was only as she stood silently across from me in the churchyard three months ago that I came to understand why you seemed to take it so well.

When we were young and you asked me, “Which one of us do you think will marry first?” I was certain it would be you. But considering it now, you always were so stubborn. Too self-sacrificing.

I can’t help but feel a little regretful for telling you that I will never forgive you for leaving on your own, though it’s true. Don’t you know you had so much ahead of you? So much you could still have ahead of you? Had you just talked to me; had I just been more persistent. I think you’ve left me with more questions than I started with.

I also have one more answer, however. It seems it will be me.

#mystic messenger #jumin han #mysme fic #I accidentally read my other WIP too much so I had to write something else to escape it 🧍🏻‍♀️ #I'm trying to get better for overworking my writing as it does me no favours #annfic

[natasha-in-space]

One thing I noticed is just how... formal Jumin and V are with each other during the casual/deep story when compared to their interactions in another story. There's a sense of awkwardness that never really gets addressed by either of them, but that's what makes it realistic to me. Have you ever grown apart from your close friend over the years? Yeah, it looks just like this. They still care about one another, deeply and sincerely, but so many things are getting left unsaid, and they just keep piling up. It's easier to just not address them at all. Besides... you don't want to make your friend feel uncomfortable. Jumin respects Jihyun's privacy, almost to a fault. It's a shame his deep trust is not appreciated.

#mia plays: 707 route #am i reading too much into this? #definitely #another story got written way after casual/deep came out #so it's not like this all got thought through (plus cheritz are rather messy when it comes to these things) #but oh is it fascinating to think about #feel very bad for jumin :( #projecting a bit but god does it suck to be the one carrying most of the relationship on your own shoulders while the other party is distant #that last 'see you... soon?' really made me go all: ouchie ouch ouch #like i adore these two and their friendship so so much #their playful banter is one of my favorite parts of another story tbh #so it really threw me off how formal they are with each other here #there are SOME playful notes #but they don't feel so genuine anymore #too many things are left unsaid #makes me think of this one fic probably will reblog it again

[plushiehamuko]

every time a new popular otome game drops there is always a jumin han dupe character who's like the smart serious rich successful guy with the darkest hair color and every time i'm like "ok but does he even have a homoerotic best friend"

#squishy talks too much #sorry to mystic messenger post but juminv made me who i am today #one of my formative moments was reading this one fic where it was a jumin x reader but jumin just #had sex with v sometimes and we had to read about it #0 plot relevance

[graytalents]

I love this CG so much. The paperwork? Ellie batting at his tie? MC with the cake? The screensaver on his old ass BlackBerry?

This dude looked at graphs and pie charts until he passed out and is now surrounded by his 2 Special Girls©️ for his birthday

#listen his route may not have been my favorite #not fic #but I appreciate him he’s always willing to fork over money and power to do whatever the members want #I’ll play the secret ending thing for Jumin next because I heard it gets a tiny bit 👀 #mystic messenger #Jumin Han

[xelasrecords]

Cold Wrath

Han Jumin x Reader

This is undoubtedly the hardest fic I had to write due to personal reasons, but I had to. I wanted to explore how controlling tendencies can manifest in a relationship where two people experience control in polar opposite ways. What is security for one could be a threat to another. During Jumin and MC's early relationship period, I imagine this kind of problem would surface from time to time. The question is whether they could tackle the conflict together and come back stronger.

Words: 2.2k

Masterlist Read on AO3

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Things were not fine. Jumin had crossed a line that he had set himself, a line that should have been there since the beginning. The early days of your relationship with him were as such: most of the time, he made you feel calm and protected. You could be true to yourself and he would not mock you for your interests and whims. He was loving, and he fought hard to keep his nightmares at bay. Nightmares that threatened to sink their anxious claws into his shoulders, hissing at him that he would lose you if he couldn't ensure your safety. Or worse, you would be in harm's way and it would be his fault.

It was a long, arduous battle to fight, and sometimes the nightmares won.

When they were unleashed, you were their first target. Jumin would keep a laser focus on you, fussing, controlling, moulding your life, making sure everything was to his standard. It was a momentary cure to calm him down, but for you, it was the very reason for your instability. You couldn't find your footing, not when he constantly pulled the ground from beneath your feet, layers and layers of new ground to adapt to, only to find yourself plummeting onto yet another land of jagged rocks. You kept stumbling, falling with nothing to hold on to.

This was not a daily occurrence, you knew, but it was often enough to stress you out, especially when you had your own life to balance. At his best, Jumin was mindful of your boundaries, not forcing his help when you adamantly refused it. At his worst, he could bulldoze over everything if he thought it was the right thing to do for you.

During this time, his definition of help clashed with yours, and you found it hard to appreciate it when you were forced to receive it, no questions asked, no discussions held. Help was only helpful when it was received with open arms by the other party. Who did Jumin think you were if he couldn't even speak to you about a simple matter? Who were you to him in this relationship? Were you important at all?

It was a no-brainer that with Jumin, the good greatly outweighed the bad. You did not have to remind yourself for it to be true. However, when he couldn't stave off the nightmares, they would also crawl up to your ears, insidious whispers warning you that one day, Jumin would put a leash too tight around your neck, cut off your breath and string you limp as he wrested your autonomy from you. You would be his marionette, forever at the mercy of his will while you had none.

But tonight, you were no wooden doll. With a job that continuously pushed you to work overtime, topped with an impossible workload and insufferable colleagues, you were a strained cord pulled taut, threatening to snap at any time. Unfortunately, the final tug came in the form of your fiancé. You heard from Jaehee that Jumin had turned down a magazine interview request, a joint interview with you as a newly public couple after your high-profile engagement at the RFA party without consulting you.

Anger was a roiling monster in your gut. He had to know that you were not okay with this. You had to talk to him. He needed to know how wrong it was.

The penthouse was completely dark, with only the sharp glimmer of the city outside as illumination. Jumin wasn't in the living room, so with a sense of urgency, you crossed to the bedroom where you knew he would be waiting. It was unusual that he came home earlier when he tended to work longer hours, but there he was, standing in the middle of the room, pausing mid-walk. The man clad in silk pyjamas looked an awful lot like a deer caught in the headlights. No, not a deer. A giraffe would suit him more, what with his lanky limbs and ridiculously tall build.

"What on earth are you doing there?" You stood in the doorway, arms crossed, feet planted firmly on the floor.

"I heard you came home, but I also detected hostility in the way you marched in here, so…" Jumin trailed off. Reluctance preceded his usual assertive speech and gait like he wasn't sure of his footing with you. If there was a time you had ever shaken him so, you couldn't recall it.

"Hostility." You laughed without humour. "I have the right to be angry when you took away my right to sit for an interview."

It took a few seconds before he saw where you were coming from, but when he did, a shadow passed over his face. "You don't mean you're upset because I declined your participation in the magazine coverage?"

"I have made myself clear, Jumin."

"It was just an interview, and your workload at your job has been astronomical the past few weeks. I didn't want to burden you by adding more things to do."

"That's for me to decide," you shot back. "It was for both of us, yet I have no say in this?"

"You were so busy that I couldn't find the right time to ask you," Jumin fired back just as quickly.

You walked up to him, stopping when he was a few steps away from you. "Don't make this about me. Tell me the full truth." Jumin did not have the habit of lying, but he did have the tendency to omit the truth when he thought it was better off unacknowledged, and you knew Jumin well enough to know when he was hiding something.

Jumin rubbed his temple with his fingers. "I suppose I'm afraid of the scrutiny you would receive from the public if you put yourself out there. What if I can't keep you safe when someone means you harm?"

"I don't know which is more appalling: the fact that you automatically assume I'm easily hated or that I will crumble beneath strangers' opinions." You tipped your chin up, challenging him to go on. You knew his fear had nothing to do with you and everything to do with his past coping mechanism, but it was insulting nevertheless.

He took one step closer, leaning forward. "You know that once you're out there, there's no going back. You'll forever be marked as a person deserving of judgement. Everything that you do will be tracked. Anything that you don't do will be criticised. That mark won't disappear, not when you're with someone like me."

"And you didn't realise this would be the consequence when you proposed to me at the party?"

"I did."

"But?" you pressed.

Jumin straightened his posture, hesitating to finish the sentence. "I failed to predict how I would feel if I see them putting you down."

You tore through your hair in frustration. "How about my feelings, Jumin?" you gritted out, trying to keep your tone level. Shouting would only escalate the situation, and you didn't want that. "Have you thought about them? Of how I'd feel if you leave me out of important discussions?"

"I didn't think you would be upset. I assumed you would feel more comfortable if I helped eradicate potential problems."

You scoffed. "Should I thank you for your generosity then?"

"That would be appreciated." He shrugged with such nonchalance that it riled you up even more.

"Can't you see what the problem is? You made assumptions about my feelings without taking me, the owner of those feelings, into consideration. Why didn't you ask me before assuming anything?" You glared at him, hoping it could sufficiently convey your rage.

"Because I thought you'd realise I did it for you." Jumin held your gaze, his eyes and words full of conviction that you couldn't agree to.

"It hurts, you know. I feel as if—" you had to stop to take a breather and looked away "—as if my opinion isn't as important as yours. I feel like I'm disrespected and robbed of my chance to weigh in on an important issue, especially one that concerns both of us."

It then dawned on Jumin, what the crux of the problem was. Instead of working together as a team like he had promised he would, he had left you out. It wasn't a surprise you were enraged. Rather, it surprised him that you were not throwing a tantrum or cursing at him. He might have been gripped by his nightmares when he decided to sequester you from the public, but it did not excuse the fact that he had hurt you.

He had hurt you, Jumin repeated the thought in his head in horror.

He stood there, looming over you, but never had he felt so small and ashamed of himself. "My love, I am terribly sorry." He took a step forward and halted, unsure if his presence was what you needed right this second. "I see now that what I did was wrong. The night before the party, I had assured you that whatever decision I make, I would discuss it with you first."

"Yes, you had."

"But I neglected to follow through with my promise." Jumin's voice was tinted with guilt. "I would feel hurt too if I were you."

You closed your eyes. Underneath the anger firing up your nerves, there was pain. Although you had stormed in here to confront Jumin, you had not processed your own hurt. Only after he verbally acknowledged your feelings did it hit you. You let the pain wash over you, feeling it course from your chest to the tips of your fingers and then let it go, your shoulders relaxing.

You didn't want to be angry anymore. The tight coil in your spine had loosened up.

Wordlessly, you made your way to the bed and perched on its edge, energy draining out of you. Jumin followed suit, maintaining his distance until you beckoned at him to come.

There was no need to tell him twice. Immediately, he found his place next to you, the silk of his pyjamas brushing against your dishevelled work attire. You observed his movement while folding one leg under you and twisting your body to face him.

Now that your fury had ceased, you could not help but wonder, "Why do you like to be in control so much?"

"I'd like to say that it's because I want to keep you safe for your own good, but that isn't a hundred per cent true. I think I want to protect you because if I could assure your safety, then my feelings would be safe too." Jumin looked down at his clasped hands. "I wouldn't have to face my rampant emotions, so instead of getting a hold of myself, I tried to control my external surroundings. Sometimes I get frightened by my feelings, so I turn away and focus on smaller, more manageable problems."

You studied the way his hair fell across his forehead, the tips of it almost touching his eyes. "You think your fears are unmanageable?"

"They feel like it sometimes, although to a lesser degree than before I met you," he admitted, shoulders slumped. "But despite liking control, I know all too well that the more you try to control something, the more it tries to escape. And when you see someone you love is desperate to run away, it makes you want to build a more secure cage, but it will only make them want to escape even more."

"That sounds like an exhausting, vicious cycle," you observed.

"One that I'm planning to break." He snapped his head at you, face stern with determination. "From now on, I will examine my actions before doing anything on impulse. I don't want to hurt you again. I can't."

You reached out to stroke his thigh. "Thank you for taking accountability. I appreciate you apologising to me."

"Do not thank me. It is only right that I right my wrongs. I want to apologise again for overlooking your feelings when attempting to soothe mine. I'm sorry." Jumin stopped your caress with a gentle grasp. "On that account, I can ring the magazine editor and set the arrangement if you still want to do the joint interview."

"I'll think about it."

He raised your hand to his lips, planting a light kiss on your palm. "You can take your time. They'll proceed with the schedule we provide."

You nodded and stared out the window. The city was always awake. Cars were bustling, indistinguishable from one another as they crawled through the streets below. The outside world did not seem so harsh now; perhaps people were going home too. In a city as lively as this, people were always going somewhere. Your head had been clouded with anger when you got back, but even then, you were looking forward to meeting your fiancé.

"Jumin, you know the interesting thing is?" you mused. "I think we're going to be okay."

Jumin followed your line of sight and uttered a soft but firm reply, "Yes, we will."

-

Buy me a glass of something that's definitely not coffee because I can't stand it but it is the website's name if my story touches you in some way? No worries if you don't. I'm still grateful you've read all the way through here.

#rewrote this a couple times because i didn't want to blow it up to a huge toxic fight #just two lovers navigating through conflict with empathy #not letting their fear overpower their love #or saying hurtful things just because they're angry #xela writes #mystic messenger #jumin han #mysme #mm #jumin #mm jumin #jumin x mc #jumin x you #jumin x reader #mysme jumin #mystic messenger jumin #mystic messenger fanfiction #mystic messenger imagines #jumin han angst #jumin fic

[emeorin]

(Sleep) Jumin Han x Reader

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pi7rX5G7x48&ab_channel=MusicDrawing

Wrote this while listening to this video, so I thought I should share it ehe. There are some minor sexual innuendos, but nothing over the top so you’re safe :)

English isn’t my first language so if there are any errors please tell me!

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Sleep was one of the few things she was intransigent on. Jumin remembered clearly all the times he was working late, his head towering over the desk covered by documents; near his hand a cold cup of tea from which he hadn’t even taken a sip. She would always come near him, caressing his shoulder with a tender touch, and lean near his ear, whispering him to go back to sleep. Her hair would tingle against his neck, sending shivers down is whole body, but he would keep still, trying to resist the urge to kiss her and strip off her clothes right at that moment. God, the effect she had on him. He would ask for a few more minutes, just enough to finish whatever he was doing that night, usually either revising some data or answering emails, and he would take her hands in his, slowly bringing them to his lips to leave a soft kiss on her knuckles. But she would stare at him with the eyes he loved so much, and he couldn’t help but staring back at her, forgetting all his work. He would comply to her request, dragging himself to bed and hugging her as close as possible, her body and the covers keeping him safe from the cold air.

So, when that night all he felt was the coolness of the mattress, he couldn’t help but reach out to her side of the bed; and when he found nothing he opened his eyes, slightly baffled and worried by her sudden disappearance.

«Honey? »

His voice came out low and hoarse and he coughed, trying to clear his neck from the muffled feeling that sleep left. He moved his arms to help himself sit on the bed, and he leant towards the lamp on his bedside table, lighting it up. The yellowish glow hit his face and he started looking around the room. His eyes went over the pile of books on her bedstand and the clothes, her clothes, that messily covered the chair and floor near the door. He smiled and kept going with his research, as his gaze lingered over the pictures of the two of them that she insisted to put on the white wall. There it was, their first photo together, when they met at the art gallery where she worked because he financed his friend exposition, and near that photo the one of their first date, in that small restaurant ran by her friend. Smiling, he remembered she literally dragged him there, exclaiming that their tteokbokki was the best she ever had. His eyes steadily went over all the photos when the cold breeze hit his face, making him look away.

And there she was. As the curtains flew around at the mercy of the gentle wind he spotted her on the balcony, the moonlight caressing her figure as a soft blanket of white light. He got up and reached her, as the icy air hit his whole body, making him shiver. He hugged her from behind, resting his head in the crook of her neck. He felt the soft texture of her nightgown under his fingertips.

«It’s late. Why are you out here? It’s freezing. », he whispered in her ear.

She turned around and she looked into his eyes, as her right hand reached to his face and his arms wrapped again around her waist. The warm of her body comforted him, and he felt the desire to keep her even closer to him in every bone of his body, his fingertips trembling.

«I couldn’t sleep, and I read somewhere that it was going to snow, so I came out to check. Still, you should go to bed, you’re leaving tomorrow. »

Her voice was low and calm, as it always was, but he felt his hearth shaking at her words. He leant in, his forehead resting on hers.

«Please, don’t remind me. Leaving you is already difficult enough. »

She let out a guttural chuckle.

«It’s just for a few days, then you’ll be back here. Don’t worry too much, mh? You have to take care of yourself. »

He wanted to complain, tell her that she was the one standing in the middle of the night in the cold air, risking to catch a fever or worst. But he didn’t, too drowsy and cozy in her arms, and only let out a sigh while his feature saddened, and a small pout formed on his lips.

«Look at you. Who would have thought that Jumin Han could be such a baby? »

She gently stroked his lips with her thumb as they curled in a soft smile, mimicking hers.

«I’m not a baby …», he said while closing his eyes, squeezing her waist a little bit harder than before. How difficult it was for him, to know that he will soon be far from her. How difficult it felt to even breath, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to kiss her and hold her close to himself. He was aware he had just told a lie: he really was like a baby when he couldn’t be with her.

«Ah! », she exclaimed, and shifted in his arms, leaving only one of his hands to rest gently on her waist. «Jumin, look! It’s snowing! »

He opened his eyes; in front of him he saw her, the left hand open trying to catch the snowflakes that were slowly falling from the clouds above. Around her finger a golden hoop rested perfectly. The moon was peeking behind the gray sky as a quiet observer. She really was a stunning sight.

«Why you couldn’t sleep? », he asked, his eyes fixated on her face.

She didn’t look at him, but kept staring at the sky.

«I’m so happy to be with you that I can’t sleep. », she simply said after a long pause. She could feel him looking at her, asking for an explanation, one that he wouldn’t receive.

« You’re going to call me every day while you’re away, right? »

As she looked back at him with a smile, he couldn’t resist anymore. He cupped her face with his big hands, with a gentleness that he only had with her, and searched for her eyes. And when he found them, he fell for her all over again, because they were so full of happiness, love and hope that he couldn’t help but love her; and he told her so, that he loved her, and same did she, and he felt his chest tighten as she moved her face closer to him. He leant in too, their lips slightly touching as if they were fearful of hurting each other, before fully connect. He deepened the kiss, finally acknowledging his desires completely, as her hands moved to his sides, gripping on his shirt.

When they separated their lips were red and swollen, both for the kiss and the cold air. He slowly leant in again, placing another kiss on her shoulder and then on her neck, as her hand gently stroked his black hair.

«Can I be a little bit selfish tonight? », he asked, his voice muffled by her skin, while stroking her arms with his fingertips. That was enough to make her shiver, and she smiled, hyper aware of all the parts he was touching, feeling crazy with anticipation, just as he did.

And after a shaky breath she nodded and he took her hand, disappearing together in the warmth of their room.

#mystic messenger jumin #jumin han #juminhan #love him #x reader #jumin han x reader #jumin han x mc #mc #mc is more a oc but since I didn't give her a name we aren't gonna acknowledge that #the things i do for this man #should i write a fic? #i wanna wriiiiiite #i love juminhan #warm and cozy #autumn winter vibe #listen to jazz music while reading this please

[anon-drabble]

beneath the branches

some fluff for our boy jumin! this idea attacked me last night as i was trying to sleep and wouldn’t let me rest. 

we all know jumin loved visiting the cherry farm. what if it wasn’t just the cherries there he had his eye on?

jumin is a touch out of character to me but i just love awkard-in-love jumin so that’s what i wrote lol. 

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The scene laid out before Jumin was one he knew well. The cherry farm in the early morning was a frequent stop for Jumin. After all, he did business with them and was fond of the land in his own way. It seemed peaceful most days. Just acres of land laid out. Very few buildings and none that pierced the sky. Not like his own penthouse. The city had its charms but on the farm, Jumin just felt lighter, like life itself was less of a burden. His chest rose and fell with each breath and every time he inhaled, it seemed easier than the last. Like he was renewing himself and freeing himself of the many bonds that held him tight. Too tight to move, at times. In short, the cherry farm was the only real combination of business and pleasure that Jumin knew. The cat projects were fun diversions but there was always pressure to be profitable, to make it worthwhile. He knew his privilege of being the CEO’s son and that the only reason he could do any cat projects was because of his position. The cherry farm was easier. It was an established contract, something known to be beneficial. It made things easier. 

As he crested the familiar hill that led to the facility that served as the main hub for the farm, he shielded his eyes from the sun. He glanced to the right, where the hills held countless trees. Each tree carefully cultivated and cared for by the farmhands. But he wasn’t truly looking at the trees. His steps slowed as his eyes scanned the spaces between, where the shadows hid a great deal but spears of sunlight would still reach the ground in a few spots. But Jumin was looking for movement. He saw a pair of legs move between the trees but the body was still hidden. But then she emerged and she smiled and waved at Jumin, as she always did. 

She was beautiful, if he were one to notice such a thing. Most times, he didn’t see how beautiful any particular woman was. He simply didn’t care. But for her, it was impossible to miss. She never looked like the women Jumin usually saw. She wasn’t buried under layers and layers of makeup. Her clothes were simple, her shoes practical. But she had a natural radiance. The way her smile just felt like a ray of light itself. Her bright brown eyes always echoed the smile on her face. On that day, her muscular arms were bare. She must have been working since much earlier in the morning as it wasn’t that warm. 

Jumin didn’t feel himself sigh in relief at seeing her. He didn’t notice the way her smile made him feel warm. He lifted his hand to give her a stiff wave and she retreated back to the trees. He resumed his walk to the large building ahead, pretending he hadn’t purposely slowed down just for a chance to see her. His trips to the cherry farm were for business purposes, not for some woman he barely knew. He wasn’t like his father. He didn’t make such foolish decisions or allow any women to sway him in any way. 

The building ahead was partly a large barn, partly a warehouse, with a portion being the actual home of the owners of the farm. That was separated from the busiest parts of the building but it was clear to see the original roots of each part of the building. As Jumin approached, he saw an older man walk out the door and towards Jumin. He had a large, friendly smile. 

“Hello, hello! Welcome!” the man exclaimed as he rushed towards Jumin. 

“Hello, Mr. Pin,” Jumin said calmly as he reached the man. 

“Please, please, I’ve told you! Call me Sang. We’re practically family now!” the man vigorously shook Jumin’s hand. “We have great stock from this harvest for you! But I thought you weren’t to pick up until next month?” 

“That’s correct. I came in the hopes of expanding our partnership. We have recently acquired a supply vendor, one that could easily be paired with a gardening venture. I thought we’d speak about selling snippings of your trees or other crops you have,” Jumin explained. 

Sang thought for only a moment. “I believe we can probably reach an agreement for that. We will have to adjust our fields if you wish to sell cuttings. They need to be propagated a certain way. We will have to dedicate a portion of the land to this project.” 

Jumin nodded. “We can detail everything in the contract. Once I get back, we will draft the documents and we can fully outline this venture.” 

“We can discuss this then. Come, come, see our harvest! Take some home with you! I guarantee our cherries will make your girl fall in love on the spot!” 

“You know I do not have anyone. However, I will gladly take fresh cherries home. They are the most delicious when I come here directly.” 

Sang clapped his hands. “Perfect! Yes!” He cupped his hands around his mouth. “Jiya! Are you around?” he yelled into the trees. 

Jumin tried not to react to the shouting in his ears. But when she emerged from the trees again, Jumin couldn’t help but stare a bit. She smiled at him again and he felt a lump form in his throat. 

“Mr. Jumin here would like our best cherries! I told him we’d show our harvests!” 

Jiya nodded and pulled out her phone. She pulled up something and consulted it for a moment. “Field 17 yielded the most. But I would suggest we bring Mr. Han to Field 12, I believe he will appreciate those.” 

“Jiya has taken over our record-keeping. My mind can’t keep up with it these days. She’s got it all stored in that phone there.”

“That is very practical,” Jumin said approvingly. 

“Ha! In my day, we just knew it in our bones. Now we have to rely on those things for everything!” Sang laughed but he was already leading the way through the trees. 

Jumin and Jiya followed only a second later. Though Sang was older, he still moved quickly, so full of life. “It’s good to see you again, Mr. Han. Appa didn’t tell me you were coming or we would have prepared a basket that you could bring home with you.”

Though they knew each other, they hadn’t spoken that many times before. Jumin’s dealings had mostly been with Sang, as he was the owner. But now, if Jiya was actually working on the farm, would they possibly have more interactions? “I did not tell him. I happened to have time and he had mentioned a fruitful harvest so I thought I’d come myself.” They continued walking, Sang still ahead and frequently chattering to other workers they passed. “Are you considering staying with the farm, now?” Jumin suddenly asked. 

Jiya looked surprised by the question. “Oh, um…” she stammered. 

“Your father mentioned that he thought you might prefer to leave and find a different job,” Jumin said hastily. 

She smiled and he instantly relaxed. “Ah, I’m sorry. I know he wants me to run the farm once he dies but… Well, I’m still not sure what I’ll do.” Jumin nodded. “I do love it here, though. I wouldn’t want to leave but there’s…” she trailed off again and awkwardly fidgeted with her hands. “I just don’t know yet.” 

Jumin thought for a moment. “There are many options for you. The world is not simply one place but many people, places, and experiences.” She looked at him and smiled. She seemed relieved that he understood what she didn’t say. “My world is very different but I find this place to be one of my favorites.” 

Jiya laughed and Jumin’s stomach did a flip. He denied it every time it happened. Just a coincidence. It had nothing to do with Jiya. “Someday I want to see a city. I don’t think I’d be happy living in one but just to see it.” 

Immediately, Jumin considered inviting her for the contract signing as Sang would have to come to C&R to sign the new contract. But then he thought of seeing Jiya in such an environment and got a little sad. So he said nothing. 

The rest of the walk through the trees was mostly silent, with Sang and Jumin occasionally speaking. Eventually, they crested a hill with more trees laid out all around them. Jumin could not tell any difference between the rows, nor where one field ended and another began. But this was not his world. Sang and Jiya knew this but they could not navigate the double-speak and the carefully-worded promises that in truth promised nothing of the business world. Their lives were here. And no matter how many times Jumin might visit, it was always just a visit and he’d soon enough have to return back to his world. He glanced over at Jiya and wished his life might change. But he refused to acknowledge that and kept it locked in his heart. Where his other impossible dreams lived. 

Now in the proper area, Sang and Jiya led Jumin down the rows of trees, speaking of all manner of things, such as the bark of each tree, the way the leaves had grown in a certain direction All things apparently led to more delicious cherries but Jumin did not know agriculture and many of their explanations would be forgotten on his flight home. At the base of some trees was a basket of cherries recently picked. But Jumin could see many cherries still on the branches. Jiya reached above her head and pulled down a bundle of fresh cherries from the nearest tree. She held them out for both Sang and Jumin. Jumin took the fruit carefully. He certainly didn’t intend for their fingers to touch as much as they did. Jiya didn’t seem to care about the brush of their hands. Of course she wouldn’t. It wasn’t intentional. As they ate their cherries, a man approached and called Sang over to attend to a matter in a nearby shed. He left and Jumin purposely avoided looking at Jiya. It had been morning when he arrived, though it was now the afternoon. The sun was less angled through the trunks of the trees and more overhead. It led to deeper shadows at ground level. 

“So?” Jiya asked. “What do you think?” 

Jumin had to consider for a moment before he realized she meant the cherry. “It was delicious. Very juicy,” he answered. 

She grinned proudly. “I knew it! You always seemed to like the juicier ones the best. I was right to give you these.” She pulled another bundle down and pulled apart an equal share for herself and Jumin. “Not everyone likes the really juicy ones. My dad always said you wouldn’t like them because they’re messier.” As she spoke, Jumin bit into one and felt the cherry juice dribble down his chin. She laughed at the timing as she saw it happen. Jumin was relieved she wouldn’t see a blush in the shadows. In fact, was it darker now than before? 

Jumin looked up at the sky between the leaves. “Is that a storm cloud?” 

Jiya followed his gaze. “Oh, shoot, it is. Storms here come and go fast. There won’t be time to get inside but the trees should keep us dry.” Right on cue, the rain began. She huddled under the tree to remain dry. Jumin felt the rain hit his back and took a step forward. He was forced closer to the tree by the rain. Closer to Jiya. They stood very close now. She was looking up at him and he met her eyes. “It’ll be over soon,” she said softly. He nodded and noted her averting her eyes from his. She was acting almost shy now. While they weren’t friends, he’d never seen her so skittish around him. 

The rain began to fall harder and both Jiya and Jumin took another step closer together. She quickly pushed a cherry into her mouth, desperate to act normal. The juice fell down her chin, just as it had done with Jumin a moment before. He wiped it with his thumb before he realized what he was doing. Jiya finally met his eyes again. “So… You still like it here even like this?” she asked, chuckling uneasily. 

“Nothing is more beautiful than this,” he answered honestly. 

And then he was kissing her. Neither of them had moved first but they came together at the same moment. He could taste the cherries on her lips. He felt her soft breath come out her nose. Her loose strands of hair tickled his face. He never wanted it to end. Eventually their lips parted but Jumin felt her slip her hand into his own. She smiled up at him a little and his heart thundered. There was no use denying anything now. There wasn’t much use for words between them. He could see that she was just as happy with the kiss. She lifted her head and shut her eyes in invitation and Jumin immediately obliged. Their lips met again, more purposefully this time. He felt her squeeze his hand and he reached around her back with his free hand, pulling her even closer. He felt her lips smile even as they kissed and he knew he was smiling too. Once again they parted and she still smiled at him. 

She blushed a little, though it was nearly invisible in the shadows. “I’ve never done anything like this before,” she admitted. 

“Kissing?” Jumin asked, confused. 

She laughed a little. “No! We barely know each other, that’s all. I normally don’t kiss strangers. I don’t kiss anyone I’m not dating.” 

Jumin squeezed her hand a little. “I apologize if I made you uncomfortable. If you wish, this can remain just between us and the cherry tree.” 

Her face fell. Her hand released his and he let her go. Had she gotten the wrong idea? He didn’t want to rush her but he very much wanted more time with her. “I understand. It’s for the best,” she said quietly, taking a step away from Jumin. The rain was already slowing, the spell over them entirely broken. 

Jumin watched her distance herself and he knew he’d done something wrong but he didn’t know how to fix it. He didn’t know what to say. “I don’t-” he began to say when Sang’s voice cut through the trees. 

“These summer showers! They come so quickly!” Sang appeared before them again, seemingly oblivious to the awkward atmosphere. “Mr. Jumin, you are satisfied, yes? We have a delicious basket ready for you, whenever you are ready to leave. No rush, of course.” 

“Excuse me, Appa, I should get back to my work,” Jiya interrupted and quickly left the two men. 

Sang watched her walk away and slyly looked back at Jumin. He grinned and Jumin braced for the worst. “She only leaves that fast when she wants to hide something. You know, these cherries lead to love! I told you, share my cherries and any girl will be yours! Although I did not realize my daughter was your target, but there are worse men out there!” He laughed loudly, patting a hand on Jumin’s back. 

“It is not like that,” Jumin protested but Sang wasn’t listening. Jumin cleared his throat and straightened his tie. He stood like the CEO he was. “You have the wrong idea. There is nothing between your daughter and me. I must get back but I look forward to our further business together.” 

That silenced Sang as Jumin was usually far more polite and not so cold. Sang led Jumin back to the road and watched him leave. Jumin had returned to “normal” after announcing that he was leaving but Sang was still suspicious. 

It took many months to ready the contract for the next venture with the cherry farm. As soon as it was ready, Jumin made arrangements for Sang to travel to C&R to sign the contract. The day of the signing, Jumin was waiting in the meeting room for Sang to arrive. Jaehee had gone down to the ground floor to welcome him and bring him to the meeting when he arrived. As the door opened, Sang entered first and Jumin had already extended his hand to shake Sang’s when Jiya entered behind him, with Jaehee following. Jumin faltered a moment when he saw Jiya as he had not expected her. Sang, however, was his usual loud self and took Jumin’s hand as he greeted him. 

“So good to see you again! We are very excited to begin this new side of things! We have prepared our fields already, isn’t that right, Jiya?” 

Jumin’s gaze had not left her since she entered but she briefly met his eyes. “Yes, Appa. The land is ready to begin for next planting season.” The spell on Jumin finally broke and he composed himself from the shock and looked to Sang to address him.

Sang grinned with a slightly mischievous glint in his eye. “Jiya has agreed to step up at the farm and she will be overseeing our finances and business partnerships now,” he said with a knowing smile at Jumin. “So I brought her as she will need to sign as well.”

Inside, Jumin’s mind was racing. He could hardly even hear what was happening around him but he knew he couldn’t dwell on her too much. But suddenly he was back on the farm, underneath the cherry tree, her lips kissing his, her body heat against his. He remembered every detail, though he’d tried to forget. Thankfully a part of Jumin the businessman was still there, and he heard himself speaking though he didn’t remember forming the words himself. “I am glad you decided to stay with the farm,” he said, echoing his words to Jiya on that day. 

“My father convinced me. I couldn’t leave after all. It’s too beautiful,” she said and Jumin scanned her face. Had she meant to say the same thing he had that day? But she remained unreadable. 

The actual signing lasted for some time as there were many pages and they had to adjust some portions for Jiya’s new position. However, they soon finished. Sang pushed the cap back onto his pen as Jaehee signed, acting as notary for the deal. Once she finished, he stood. “Miss Kang, please help an old man out, Is there a restroom I can use? Can you please show me?” 

“Of course, sir. Right this way.” Jaehee led him out of the room, leaving Jumin and Jiya alone. 

Jiya gathered her things and her father’s belongings as they were planning to leave now that the signing was done. 

But Jumin couldn’t let her go without saying anything. “So how does the city compare? To what you thought?” he asked, immediately regretting the words. He’d wanted to apologize as he was quite certain whatever had gone wrong between them was his fault. 

Jiya looked towards the windows in the meeting room. “It’s a lot like what I expected,” she said. She walked over to the window. She was next to Jumin but he knew that hadn’t been her intent. She just wanted a better view of the window. “The people are exactly what I thought they’d be like.” 

“Were you treated poorly?” Jumin asked, worry in his voice. Had someone said something rude to her? 

She actually smiled and Jumin’s knees threatened to buckle. She looked so differently from how she looked on the farm. She had makeup on this time. Her clothes were clean and pressed, if plain. Her hair, which was usually up and out of her face on the farm, was down now, falling past her shoulders. She was still the most gorgeous woman Jumin had ever seen. “No. I was talking about you,” she said with a laugh. 

Jumin frowned, trying to discern what she possibly meant by those words. 

“You know, my dad is convinced something happened between us when you last visited. I told him nothing did but he seemed like he knew,” she said. 

“I assure you, I did not tell him. He suggested something similar as I was leaving but I told him he was wrong. I thought you would prefer him not to know.” 

“You’re right about that,” she said. “What happened between us…” 

“I need to apologize for my behavior. I had the wrong idea. I thought perhaps you felt as I did that day and I should not have kissed you so suddenly,” Jumin was suddenly blurting out. He was not the type to ramble but he had to try to explain to her. 

Jiya turned to face Jumin. “I wasn’t upset that you kissed me,” she interrupted, confused as to why he was saying that. “I was upset that you brushed it off so quickly. I told you I didn’t usually kiss unless I was dating a guy. I wanted you to ask me out. But you basically said it was just a kiss. You’ve probably kissed a dozen girls on a dozen other farms so it didn’t mean much to you but it meant more to me. But I wanted to clear the air because if we have to work together, I don’t want you to think I’m interested in you like that. I am not a fling and I’m not going to be treated like one.” 

Jumin was stunned by her words. That wasn’t at all what he’d interpreted from their conversation that day. That was why she’d been upset? Because she thought Jumin was like his father? He felt sick to his stomach. He shook his head. “You misunderstood. I thought you did not want to move so fast so I wanted to assure you we could take it slowly or not at all, if that was what you wanted. I…” He felt a lump in his throat form at his words. “I knew I liked you and wished to know you better and I wanted you to know that I was not going to rush you at all.” He sighed. “I am sorry I gave you the wrong idea. I wish I had spoken more clearly as there was nothing I wanted more than to know you. And now I can see that our moment has passed due to my blunder.” 

Jiya took a step towards Jumin and looked up at him. “Who said our chance was gone?” When he met her eyes, she smiled a little. “We’re going to be working together more often now. We’ll naturally get to know each other that way, right?” 

Jumin shook his head. “I didn’t mean in that way…” he said, feeling helpless. 

“I know,” she said softly. She reached forward and took Jumin’s hand, just as she had done that day. “I’ll tell you again. I don’t kiss unless I’m dating someone,” She was looking up at him, her eyes silently urging him to take the hint this time. 

“Would you…like to have dinner with me?” Jumin asked, not quite sure what was happening except that it seemed to be what she wanted him to say. And it was what he wanted to do, to be with her. 

She smiled up at him. “It’s about time you asked,” she gently teased.

#mystic messenger #jumin han #jumin/mc #jumin x mc #jumin/oc #jumin x oc #fluff fic #jumin han fluff #mysme #mysme fanfic #jumin han fanfic #a writing egg #i totally forgot that the actual cherry farm character in the game had a daughter #i love being accidentally close to canon lol

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*saying this with complete awe and you shouldn't expect anything less because this is how I always see you* how the hell do you write so fast

Your phrasing here made me both laugh and blush, thank you for brightening up my inbox, Xela.

I have recently (especially for Jumin Week) gotten into the habit of setting a timer and forcing myself to write out the scene in my head, no matter how bad it is. It helps me get over that initial block I feel when everything needs to be perfect and nothing sounds right. Then I can sink my time into editing (though since I have procrastinated so much on writing these I don't allow myself to go in-depth). It has felt like an exercise in letting go of my perfectionist tendencies and allowing myself to just mess around with a prompt.

I probably also prioritise writing more than I should. I have definitely lost sleep over fic editing when I shouldn't have.

#It also helps that i've been writing like 500 word scenes and not full thoughtful introspective fics #Though when I have time I will probably go back and give the jumin week fics a proper edit #faye talks #jumin-ssi

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reader showing jumin this song. he usually sees you listening to music with earphones and sometimes playing it from your phone or a really nice bluetooth speaker he got you. always admiring and finding it cute whenever he startled you when he'd return home early. then there's one night drive, back from some event he wanted to bring you to regarding the company. he asks what you're listening to and it just so happened you ended up making a playlist specifically about him and you share earbuds. his arm wrapped around your waist, he kisses your forehead and says, "you are my symphony." as you watch the city scape go by.

#.⁠｡⁠*ideas💡━♡ #mysmes #mysmes jumin han #mystic messenger #mystic messenger jumin #oh this can easily be a fic #hell it could even be after another rfa party #anyway you can't tell me this isn't his theme song throughout the good/normal route