#juminmcweek

[nai0101]

It was supposed for JuminMCWeek Domesticity prompt back then but I couldn’t finish it on time then I lost motivation to ever continue it. However after playing Ray route and interacted with Jumin there, I found my motivation back cause he deserves it and I decided to finish it for Valentine Day also because I feel like lacking Jumin’s contents these days. Simply put I love this blessing miracle and he deserves so much love and appreciation

JuminMC Week

Day 6 - Domesticity

Other Submissions Day [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7]

[Commission]

[Ko-fi]

#mystic messenger #jumin han #jumin x mc #mysme #valentine day #jumin route #nai's #juminmcweek #domesticity

[yukina-chi]

JuminMCWeek

Day 3 : Forbidden Love

“ You were never meant to be mine...”

Day: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 3.2

Here comes my comic for Day 3 of JuminMcWeek ! It was supposed to be in black & white but the idea was so great that I wanted to color it ! Thank you anon, that was a very interesting idea ! >w<

 I’ve finished the JuminMcWeek ! Now I’m going to put my dear husband aside and draw for the other characters ! ( especially for Ray ! )

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[ameri-lie]

『 Mystic Messenger 』 Is that a threat?

“Hello. Congratulations again on joining the organization. It’s easy to enter but leaving won’t be so easy.”

“Is that a threat?” “A little bit. You’re pretty quick.”

{Day 1 Chat; Jumin’s Curiosity}

◆ Speed paint ◆ Do not edit, use and re-post.

For JuminMC Week Day 2 : Enemies to Lovers

#juminmcweek #ameri draws #mystic messenger #jumin #mc #jumin x mc

[defudefu]

JuminMC Week - Day 01 - Elizabeth 3rd

You guys so fast and here I am still at Day 1- I am so sorry I did this on a whim and its just technically just scribbles;; Sorry again for the English(I just noticed some typo) - I can draw but I cant write fml

#juminmcweek #jumin mc #jumin han #mystic messenger #mysme

[serensama]

Green Eyed Han

Jumin x MC day 4: Jealousy/Insecurities!!!

Awwww bless this little poppet, he’s a jealous bastard isn’t he??

For the umpteenth time, he rolled over. It seemed no matter what he did, how he positioned his limbs or counted imaginary farmyard animals- Jumin could not get comfortable, could not get to sleep. His mind kept turning, over and over, one face after another tumbling in his mind on a successive loop driving him mad. He knew he was being irrational, he was not yet so lost or fatigued to know that the thoughts inside his head were useless and only served to irritate him. There was no merit in thinking about these sorts of things, and yet, he couldn’t help it. He hated it, despised it, but still he could not stop.

“Jumin… what’s wrong?”

Sweet, kind, beautiful MC. His love. His wife. His life, his absolute everything.

“Jumin?”

Oh, how he loved her…

“I think…” he began, licking his lips to give him time to consider his words carefully, “I think that I am jealous of Yoosung.”

A thick, heavy silence came over them as only their breathing could be heard in their bedroom. He felt MC roll over in order to face him, her warm body inching closer to him. Jumin let his head fall to look upon his darling wife and tried to smile away the deep creases between her brows. It didn’t work.

“Care to… elaborate?” she asked, a concerned look flashing across her pretty face, the shadows playing against the contours as the moonlight kissed her skin- such perfection within his grasp and still, he felt jealousy. Jumin breathed in as he closed his eyes, trying his best to articulate exactly what he was feeling.

“I hate Yoosung.”

“What?”

“I hate the way you coddle him,” he said as if he didn’t hear the alarm in her voice, “the way you baby him as if he were your little brother and you are the only thing keeping him safe. That you seem ready to fight the world for him one second and in the next, bake him cookies and help him study. I hate that.”

MC lay beside him as she pondered over his words, unsure of where the sudden feelings came from and what she could do to help her husband work through these emotions. Yoosung was no threat to them, to him, if only she could-

“I hate Jaehee.”

“Now, come on Jumin, she’s your assistant and one of my best friends-”

“Exactly. She’s one of your best friends. I hate that. I hate that I can never see that part of you that she shares with you. What it would be like to call myself your best friend? I think about it all the time because I’m not your best friend, am I? What do you talk about I wonder? What do you share with her that you can’t share with me or anyone else for that matter? I hate that there are parts of you- that I can’t have. Because I want all of you.”

Jumin ran a hand through his hair as the burden that filled him up slowly began to lighten, the constriction in his chest and the pressure against his stomach starting to ease. He peered back down to his wife who still looked at him, waiting patiently for him to continue.

He did not deserve her.

“I hate Saeyoung. How he makes you laugh- I can’t do that. The way he seems to be able to say the exact thing at the right time to have you in stitches without even meaning to. The way he runs around in ridiculous costumes that has you praising him like he accomplished something grand. I hate that he can relate to you with… what are they called… memes? Stupid pictures with nonsensical words and they have you amused for hours. I hate that.”

Barely a second went by before he continued, his tirade on a roll and uncontrollable.

“I hate Saeran. I don’t know the boy and I hate him because he barely knows you and already you have a special smile reserved just for him. A special way you hold him when you both embrace hello. He barely knows you and he’s already carved out a piece of your life for him when it took me what felt like forever to convince myself that I could ever belong in yours.”

“I hate V- yes… I do. My best friend with all the charm and warmth and debonair good looks- he makes it seem so easy to talk to you. About art, about the weather… it doesn’t matter! He makes it look like breathing the way he can captivate you in discussion and sometimes I feel like I’m scraping at the bottom of the barrel of interesting topics to talk to you about and I’m petrified you’ll wake up bored of me.”

“Oh… Jumin- no-”

“I hate Zen. I do. I hate him the most.”

“Zen? Please love, he’s just a friend, like a big brother-”

“Don’t you think I know that?” he said almost desperately. “I do. I know that. He’s like your guard dog, your very own protector. I hate that he treats me like I’m still some letch that taints you with my very presence in your life. That us being together is wrong because I’m me and you’re his precious MC. I hate that it almost makes sense to me... and that... I would let him take you away from me- because I’m not worthy to have you in my life. I’m too convoluted and emotionless to have such love and loyalty- I’m sure he’s probably in love with you and I’ve stolen you away from someone much better for you-”

“Shut up.”

“And that he would never dream to hurt you-”

“I said, shut up!” she snapped as she grabbed Jumin’s arm, her small fingers digging into the flesh on his bicep hard enough to get his attention. “Shut up. Stop right there. I don’t want to hear another damn word Jumin.”

He had made her upset. It was not his intention. He just couldn’t stop the words from coming out of his mouth. Jumin searched her face, the stricken expression of her features plucking at his heart.

My love… I am sorry…

“How long have you felt this way?” she whispered, her grip loosening, her fingers caressing.

“For as long as we have been together,” he admitted as he willed his body to turn towards her, his arm automatically draping over her waist to draw her even closer to him.

He felt her soften against him, her breath tickling at his bare chest as her arms wound about him. And just like that, with her in his arms; the quiet of their room, became the quiet in his heart. The voices in his head, his own voice, was silenced. She always did that. She was the peace in a world filled with noise. She was his calm.

“Jumin- you know, it’s always been you. I chose you. I love you. There may be parts of me that you think you don’t see but you, more than anyone, see who I am- entirely. No one knows me better than you. No one sees the good and the bad that you do, no one else knows what I’m thinking before I do- but you do. You know me Jumin. You don’t need to be jealous of anyone, for anything- especially not about me. You have me. All of me.”

He sighed happily at hearing her words, nuzzling into her hair to bury his face in the crook of her neck and inhaled deeply. She was right, of course she was, he didn’t need to feel jealous of anyone or anything, not when she chose him. He loved her, he trusted her and would rather die than put a wedge in between them.

“I love you Jumin, so much. I knew from the moment I met you that you were meant to be the one I spent my life with. To grow old and share everything with. I love you.”

Jumin pressed a soft kiss against her pulse, on her cheek and then on her forehead. He would kiss every inch of her if she would let him, but for that moment, he just needed to look upon her.

“I think… above all… I am envious of you, MC,” he smiled as she looked up at him with such shock in her eyes he almost found it funny.

“M-me? I don’t… me? Why?” she stammered as she tried to pull away from him to no avail with Jumin’s stronger grip keeping her close. His grin widened, as he brushed his lips against her hair and shushed her, his hands running up and down her back soothingly until she relaxed beside him once more.

“I am envious of you because once, just once, I would love to see me how you see me. To see what it is about me that you love.”

MC couldn’t help but smile at her husband’s revelations. She stretched up so she could place an innocent peck on his lips, her fingers dancing amongst his wayward ebony strands. After all the time that had passed, he was still capable of surprising her, still able to make the butterflies in her stomach soar.  

“You don’t need to be envious of me or be me to know all of that- I love it all. I see you, and I love all of you.”

Jumin smiled and lay on his back with MC still tucked at his side, her fingers drawing random patterns along his sternum. She loved him. He knew that. He was Jumin Han, he was jealous of no one, he was rich, successful and so in love that it almost made his heart hurt. He was not jealous. He was not jealous. He was not-

He yawned as his body began to submit to the call of sleep. Jumin placed one last kiss against the crown of her head before closing his eyes. One by one, the faces disappeared, until only hers remained, and he smiled.

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[aejumis]

JuminMCWeek - Day 2: Realisation

#mystic messenger #jumin han #juminmcweek #jumin x mc #mysme #fluff #my art #click for better quality on computer #this is basically a redraw of my fave citt scene :') #with jumin

[tekirarara]

JUMINMCWEEK

Day 6: Domesticity  

Cant stop feeling sleepy Ụ_Ụ

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[cheerfuui]

I want to heal you and free you from your past...

JuminMC Week Day 4 Insecurities @juminmcweek

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[michiigii-writes-mysme]

JuminMC Week:  Day 4

Prompt:  Jealousy/Insecurities

In general, Jumin’s wife is a rather self-confident woman.  She is soft-spoken, and quiet, but one must have a certain level of self-confidence in order to survive a marriage with the intense Jumin Han.  She knows who she is and how to work around her husband’s occasionally overzealous nature.  She may be gentle and sweet, but she is not a small person.

However, in spite of all that, Jumin’s wife still has her moments.  After all, her husband has quite a few female aquaintances.

Assistant Kang, she knows she can trust her life with.  Jaehee is loyal to Jumin, wanting nothing but the best for her boss, and his wife is definitely the best.  Their marriage is safe in the hands of Assistant Kang.  So, it is not Jaehee that Jumin’s wife worries about, but the parade of beautiful, rich, and famous women that Jumin constantly meets.

It isn’t every woman that she wonders about.  She knows her husband; she knows that she is the only woman that he has ever had eyes for.

…only living woman, anyway.

But sometimes, Jumin will meet a lady who does charity work.  Sometimes, Jumin will smile unusually warmly at a blonde woman.  Sometimes, his laughter sounds more than polite.

Assistant Kang will assure her that Jumin’s warmth and sincerity is nothing more than friendliness.  Friendliness that his wife taught him.

And yet, sometimes, Jumin will turn around to see his wife’s eyes all but glow with insecurity.

She never says anything.  That isn’t her way.  She tends to keep such feelings to herself.  She never wants to burden her tangled husband with emotions that she knows will fade and pass with time.

That does not change the fact that Jumin sees her heartache.

So, as soon as they are alone, Jumin pulls her into his arms.

He holds her close, cradling his most beloved against his heart.

“I trust you.  You can trust me,” he will murmur, stroking her hair.

And like magic, her eyes clear and she smiles at him.  Because beyond her flawed confidence, she believes in her husband.  So, she trusts him, and her heart is light, again.

And she never forgets that there is one particular thread in his mind that she is still untangling.

Jihyun Kim tends to spend more time with Jumin’s wife, than Jumin himself.

Before the wedding, while the young CEO worked, Jihyun helped Jumin’s fiancee plan their wedding.

After their honeymoon, young Mr. and Mrs. Han came home.  Someone managed to convince the young photographer to go through with his eye operation.  And it was not Jumin Han.  

Working from home, Jihyun’s professional hours are much more flexible than that of a businessman.  Often, Jihyun will call upon the Han household for personal visits.

They were good friends from the beginning, naturally getting along with each other.  Jihyun likes her innocence, and her genuine trust and goodness.  These are all things that Jihyun admires and values in a woman.

Jumin knows that these were the things V loved most about Rika.

As much as possible, Jumin tries to ignore the negative feelings that arise with these observations.  He’s had plenty of experience with such practices before.  Surely, he can repress even more emotions.

But one day, Jumin all but chased V out of their home.

He had come home to find the two of them sitting in the living room, laughing over wine.  It was reminiscent of a scene that Jumin was quite accustomed to walking in on.

And there was a warmth in Jihyun’s eyes that Jumin could not ignore.

Once upon a time, the girl had chosen the artist over the businessman.

Something in Jumin knotted tight.

Once upon a time, the businessman was left alone.

There was a glass dropping.

Raised voices.

A door slamming.

And before he knew it, Jumin had thrown his oldest friend out of his home.

He stood with his back to the front door, panting slightly, throat sore.

What had he done?  Had he really just done that?

He was made aware that his wife was standing before him.  She was silent, but watching.  He couldn’t meet her gaze, at first.  He knew what he did was shameful.  And he felt so very exposed.  Losing control was not like him.

First, he regathered his composure.  He could not lose his temper with her.  Not ever.  The damages would be too great.

With some chagrin, he realized that he could stand to lose Jihyun, but not her.

Cautiously, Jumin’s gaze lifted to meet hers.

She was looking at him with reproach in her eyes.  

He glanced away as if burned.  Shame corroded his skin.  He had done a very bad thing.  And for a very small-souled reason.

However, as usual, she was too good to him.

Rather than scold him, Jumin’s wife took his face in her hands, gently drawing him down to her level.  Tenderly, she rested his forehead against hers.

“I trust you.  You can trust me,” she soothed, softly touching his face.

Jumin’s heart clenched.  He knew he did not deserve this.  But one of the knots in his head loosened.

By way of replying, Jumin wrapped his arms around his wife, holding her against his chest.

She was right.  She was always right.

He would have to apologize to Jihyun in the morning.

-fin-

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[ayinvui]

“I feel like I am in a different universe when I am with you. Everything feels new.”

JuminMC Week Day 2: Realization

#juminmcweek #jumin han #jumin x mc #mystic messenger #jumin route #mystic messenger jumin han #save the trustfund kid he's so gone bye #look at him so in love #this is the most handsome jumin i ever drew #i seem to have a thing for this kind of scenario #like my ishihime week entry for soft realization #hnfklsdjfsldk i just love drawing that look in people's eyes myghad can you blame me??? #idk how to draw clouds help #and i looked up jumin's profile and omg his birthday is on oct 5 hnfklsdjflkdf #mm jumin #mysme jumin #mysme #mm mc #art ph #artists on tumblr #otp #i love him #juminmcweek day 2 #woops i skipped day 1 #i havent finish it klsjflkdf #ayindraws #ayin draws #ayinvui #my art

[in-mysme-hell]

Jumin x MC Week: Mine

Day 4 // Prompt: Jealousy

V had always compared his love to the sun, and so that is what Jumin held as the standard - not that he expected to ever find such an illogical occurrence. Though it seemed like the universe finally had a challenge to offer him, an enticing package that made his head spin. How did he ever get so lucky? He swore to himself he’d keep her happy and cherish her with every fibre of his being. Loving MC wasn’t hard, oh no it came to him like breathing, but it was being loved by all of her that he craved.

He wanted to covet every piece of her, from her sly secretive smiles to the molten chocolate of her eyes. By all intents and purposes, she belonged to him, her husband. She’d given him her everything, her philosophy, her thoughts, from her head to toe, just like he had once promised. She was the moon and he, the raging ocean. He succumbed to her gravity as she tugged and thrusted at his heart.

But that didn’t stop the sting in his chest when she squealed over Zen’s latest theatrical teaser poster with Jaehee.

“Assistant Kang, I’d like the Bato Exports reports on my desk by five,” he barked from the door to his office, his eyes firmly on his wife.

“Jumin, I came to see you,” she said with a radiant grin. She let him pull her into his office by the arm, chattering excitedly the entire time, “Elizabeth and I were missing you so much, and then we decided to make snickerdoodles. The smell heavenly, and actually, they reminded me of you.”

“Me?” he blinked, taking the cookie from her outstretched hand. 

Arms folded in front of her with the basket of snickerdoodles at her elbow, she looked up at him keenly. 

“What do you think?” she asked shyly after he took his second bite. “Doesn’t it take you back to that cute little cafe in Paris that overlooked the Seine?”

Between her gazing up at him through her lashes and the delicious creation that she made with thoughts of him, Jumin wondered how he could’ve ever considered her anything less than wholeheartedly his.

Barely a month later, he was clenching his jaw to contain the rage that spread through him at the sight of his MC dancing with Luciel. Her head was thrown back in laughter and her eyes sparkled brighter than any of the diamonds that covered the love bites he’d left on her skin. She smacked the arm around her playfully and then shook her head fondly at the hacker.

“Jumin!”

Through the red haze of fury he saw the face of his beloved getting closer and the roar in his ears didn’t settle until he felt the familiar warmth of her tiny hands on either size of his face. It was then that he took in the panic on the lines of her face and followed her gaze down to the shattered remains of his wine glass. Staring down at the red staining his skin, he wondered if she knew just how drunk he was on her love. 

Two years later found him lying in their bed late at night, the city lights illuminating her curves through the glass walls of the penthouse. They’d have to move, he realized, get an actual house. They’d have a large garden scattered with toys and halls that echoed with peals of laughter.

A nudge against the path his fingers were tracing pulled him out of his thoughts and he leaned closer with fascination.

“I do hope all is well in there. I’ve been making sure your mother follows the dietary plan set for her and takes all her vitamins. Now its up to you to grow strong,” he said quietly.

He rested his palm over the swell of his wife’s belly and and sighed, “Your father has many skills in his repertoire but parenting is not one of them. Forgive me if I make mistakes. I have no idea what I’m doing, not without a well-devised plan, but your mother seems to believe the best in me.”

A smile tugged at his lips when he felt the light jab up into his palm. “One thing is for certain, little one. I haven’t even met you yet and I already love you so much. Your mother taught me that, how to love. She’s an amazing woman.”

He pressed a kiss to her belly and added more seriously, “Your mother has a lot of love to give and I’m aware you will demand much of it for yourself. Sign a contract if we must, but I require a lot of her love for myself. She is mine and you are ours. She is mine and now I’ll have to share her with you. I’ve never had to share before. I’m afraid I don’t know how.”

A soft hand on his cheek made him jump and he glanced up to meet her adoring gaze.

“Did we wake you? My apologies,” he said solemnly.

Her sleepy laughter sent his heart aflutter and his veins filled with the intoxicating rush that was her love. He covered her hand with his own, squeezing it lightly before pulling it away. He pressed his lips into her palm and then traced a path down her wrist, feeling her pulse jump at his kisses.

“Jumin, sweetheart, love isn’t a contract.” At the confused shift of his brows, she explained softly, “There is no clear start and end, there is only love. Endless and all consuming.”

“You are mine,” he declared.

“I am. And you are mine.”

She was so unapologetic in her response, so bold, that he couldn’t hold back from giving her a bruising kiss.

“I told you I wanted to leave a mark on you so that everyone would know you’re mine,” he murmured against her lips.

She took his hand and pressed it against her rounded belly. Kissing him softly, she whispered, “I’d say you fulfilled your end of the deal perfectly, husband.”

- Admin Shay

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[nai0101]

JuminMC Week

Day 2 - Realization/(Childhood) Friends to Lovers hopefully when they are mature enough 😅😅

Other Submissions Day [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7]

#mystic messenger #jumin han #juminmcweek #jumin x mc #jihyun kim #mystic messenger mc #mystic messenger v #mysme #childhood friends #nai's

[yukina-chi]

JuminMCWeek

Day 4 : Jealousy

“ Mine. “

Day: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

Thanks to @my-mystic-messenger who encourages me and helps me ! >w< )/

#mystic messenger #Jumin han #mc mystic messenger #juminmcweek #my art #I DID IT #Jumin is subtle #Is the kiss even possible #lmao #It's more possessive Jumin than jealous Jumin but yolo #Or both ?

[ameri-lie]

『 Mystic Messenger 』 Moon Lovers ◆ Do not edit, use and re-post.

Another Scarlet Heart AU that I’ve made into charm for CF9, minus long haired Jumin X”D Drawing chibis is so difficult ;v;

For JuminMC Week Day 1 : Alternate Universe

#juminmcweek #ameri draws #mystic messenger #jumin #mc #jumin x mc #wants to join the whole week but work #is depleting my energy orz #i can only manage to post the art i made for cf9 t~t

[defudefu]

Happy Birthday , my dear Jumin !

JuminMC Week Day 07 - Birthday

Finally did it

In case anyone wondering, from left is Doctor (Vet) Yoosung (from his good ending and Valentine dlc, unknown, 707, V, Jaehee (Holding cat shaped cake), Zen, MC holding Junha (My OC aka Jumin & MC daughter) and in the centre is Jumin ! ^^

More of this AU Birth | Father’s day |  Jumin as father?

#juminmcweek #jumin mc #jumin han #mystic messenger #happy birthday jumin

[lovehatemysme]

[Jumin x MC]

“Ahh, the famous MC!” the businessman exclaimed as Mr. Chairman introduced you to one of the company’s business partners. It was a company party, a celebration for being one of the top ten most profitable companies in the country. You shook hands with the businessman and smiled, exchanging inquiries about what new investments and partnerships the companies could have in the future. 

Jumin was somewhere in the crowd, somehow always being caught up with some businesswomen with elegant and yet revealing gowns. Scanning the crowd, you saw Jumin with another one, he sipped his wine as a woman was laughing, wearing a red gown with a plunging neckline. Her assets were.... definitely something, the neckline shows how shaped they were, as if one wrong move one of them could pop out, looking down at yourself you felt a little insecure. You took a sip of wine and placed it on a near table, making your way to the restroom. You looked yourself in the mirror, you admired how your dress was carefully made. It was an off shoulder navy blue dress, matching Jumin’s tie as he liked. 

You tried to push your breast together and upped it a little, gaining a little cleavage. But remembering the woman’s assets, compared to her you still have nothing. You shook your head and sighed, This is ridiculous, you thought. After retouching your make up and made your way out, another businessman caught up to you. This was different from the others, well for one he wasn’t old, he looked like he was just about Jumin’s age. 

“Aren’t you Jumin’s wife?” the man asked, “Yes, and you must be..?” extending your arm to meet his hand for a handshake. You were surprised as he used Jumin’s name, “I’m Jung Lee, one of the most trusted partner,” he flashed you a dazzling smile, and judging by this he looks like a bachelor, a savvy suit and tie and no ring on hand . “You must be well acquainted with Jumin,”you said as he handed you a glass of wine from the waiter. 

“Well of course, we’ve been partners ever since he became a director,” he swirled his glass before taking a sip, the other hand on his pocket while he glanced around. “Ahh, I see,” you took a sip too and scanned the crowd, looking for Jumin but he was nowhere to be found. Where could he be?, the woman earlier flashed in your mind but you dismissed it. 

“You know, I never expected Jumin would marry,” he swirled again his glass as he was looking at the crowd. “Oh?” you raised an eyebrow at him, “he’s a very... hmm, how should I put this? He didn’t looked like a man who would be interested in marriage, in fact I never saw him show interest in women at all. Women would throw their selves at him, a daughter of a well known company, a businesswoman in a foreign country, all the sorts of women but not once did he show interest.” 

A sinking feeling of insecurity dawned at you again, daughter of a company, a businesswoman from a foreign country, and yet here you are, not even from the upper class, just plain and average you.  You stared at your reflection from the wine in the glass, Wouldn’t he be better off if he married one of those women?, you sighed in the glass and thinking this isn’t the time to be sentimental.

Jung glanced at you, smirked as he knew his words were getting to you. He saw you earlier looking at the woman in the red gown, he was about to put his hand on your waist when a hand grabbed his to stop him. 

“I believe I should be doing that,” Jumin said, as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer. “Ju-Jumin!” you blinked, dumbfounded where he came from and suddenly popping out. “I see that you have been acquainted with Jung,” he said and placed a light kiss on your cheek. 

“Yes, and he’s was just saying... something.” you uttered, giving Jumin a light smile as you glanced at Jung. “I hope it was something pleasant,” he looked at Jung who chuckled. “I was just saying how you repelled other women before,” another chuckle before sipping his wine.

“Jung, dear! Come over here and meet these women,” an elderly woman not far from you called his attention, she was in a group of other younger women, including the woman in red from earlier. 

“I think that’s your cue,” Jumin said and sipped his wine, “Excuse me then. It was nice finally meeting you, Mrs. Han.” he smiled and bowed before leaving. Jumin’s grip became lighter, “I hope he didn’t get into you, love” he said and looked into your eyes, trying to figure out what you could be thinking. “Of course not, don’t be silly.” you said as you placed your glass down the table.

“I don’t like you being alone with him,” he said, “Why is that? Are you jealous?” you grinned at him while he glanced down and avoided your eye contact. “I just don’t like the idea,” he muttered, you faced him and adjusted his tie. 

“He’s known for either sweeping women off their feet or well.. bringing them down. And I don’t think he’s trying to do the latter.” his voice was stern, you rested your hands on his chest while he brought you closer. “Well I don’t think that would be a problem, you’re the only one who could sweep me off my feet.” you smiled at him and placed a kiss on the side of his lips. Patting and adjusting his collar you said “Jumin.. Can I ask you something?” focusing on his collar and trying to avoid his gaze. “Have you.. ever thought of marrying for business?” Putting his glass down, Jumin’s brows furrowed. You hate to admit it, but what Jung said earlier made you think, why me? 

Jumin held you a little further, trying to meet your gaze. “I’m sorry, it’s just.. beautiful women with great backgrounds and heirs to some businesses almost throw them selves at you.. And I’m just... me.” you fidgeted with his tie, admired its smooth silky cloth. Jumin held and lifted your chin until you were looking into his eyes, it was full of sincerity. 

“Yes, you’re just you. You, that I love and everything that I ever wanted. You don’t have to be a heir, a supervisor or what else for me to marry you, love. You just have to be you, and you’re beautiful inside out. I love you, not because of your background or appearance but because of your qualities.”  

You can’t help but tear up to his words, sweet and sincere words. His love was always warm, words were always reassuring and not once did he fail to melt your heart. His hand now on your cheek, wiping off a tear and kissed it. But his kissed lingered a little more than it should, somehow trailing it down to your lips. You giggled under him as he broke off the kiss. “Jumin~ We’re in public.” you whispered, his other hand still around your waist, not letting you go. He wasn’t much a fan of PDA, but somehow he felt he had to claim you in front of the public, letting the other businessmen and businesswomen that you are his, and he is yours. 

“Shall we go home then? I’ll show you when you’re most beautiful at,” he said giving you a smile but his eyes looking mischievous. “When I’m most beautiful?” you raised an eyebrow at him, he pulled you closer, “Yes,” he whispered, his lips meeting your ear as you shivered from his voice. 

“When you’re naked on our bed, squirming under my touch and moaning my name.” 

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