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silver-greedling · 5 years

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Jumin Han x Reader (based on a visual novel in day 8, and, like always, i diverge from the script....if you want the actual storyline, im not ya girl lmao, also im using the real brands instead of the fake ones)

“Oh my,” Sarah gasped, staring at me where I was sitting on the edge of Jumin’s bed, legs dangling off of the side, “look at that girl, lying through her teeth. What the Hell are you doing in my fiance’s house in the middle of the day?”

Jumin spoke up, “...Who’s whose fiance?”

Sarah faltered for a moment, and I bit back a laugh a her expression. “Jumin, no need to be shy. I know everything.” She shot a dirty glance my way, and I turned my eyes away from her for a moment. “I’m sure she’s just a hook up.” Her gaze returned to Jumin, and I felt sick at how her eyes looked over him. “I’m not a woman who makes fusses about these things.“

She took a step closer to Jumin, who folded his arms and said nothing. “You work in the big league,” Sarah went on. “I’m sure this is nothing. It’s fine. Marriage is a much more sacred bond than meaningless desire. I’m old enough to know everything.” Jumin’s back was to me, but I felt something change in his intensity, as well as in my mind.

What if...I was just a meaningless fling? Was that what I meant to him? Between myself and the beautiful women who surrounded him daily, why would her pick me?

“Alright, alright,” Sarah sighed. “Don’t look at me like that.”

I shifted uncomfortably on the bed, and the sound caused Jumin to glance over. We locked eyes for a moment, but I couldn’t hold his stare. Instead, I focused on fiddling with my hands, not wanting to look at either of them.

“You’ll feel much better if I show you the photo,” Sarah said. “Now, here! It’s her, right?”

Jumin didn’t say anything, but Sarah kept on. “It’s Elizabeth.”

“Unfortunately,” Jumin spoke up, “it’s not.”

“What?” Sarah’s voice cracked. “Look closer! All cats kind of look alike. White fur and blue eyes! It’s her. What do you mean it’s not her?” She sighed. “Maybe...the photo didn’t come out as well? It might be Elizabeth if you actually see her.” I heard her step closer to Jumin. “Do you want to go see her with me?”

“I must refuse,” Jumin replied.

Sarah huffed, clearly annoyed. “You have no idea how hard it was for me to find a similar looking cat in such a short time! Jumin, are you really going to be this rude?”

Jumin sighed, and I brought my eyes over to them again. He had his arms crossed at Sarah, who clutched the picture tightly. Again, his eyes met mine, but he looked back to Sarah quickly. “I’m afraid I cannot see you off...I will call someone to escort you.”

“You should at least offer you fiance a cup of tea,” Sarah whined.

“That will not happen,” said Jumin. “And I hope we do not have to see each other ever again. I will tell father about what happened today.”

“E-Ever again?” Sarah stuttered. “What?! Are you breaking up with me?”

“Break up?” I heard an amused lilt in Jumin’s tone. “How strange of you to say that when we have never been together. If you thought that exchanging a few words was being together, then you are delusional. In addition, that photo of the cat can easily be found online. You must be very confident of my father’s support to shamelessly walk into my house with such a photo.”

“I...” Sarah glanced at the photo, and I could tell that she was getting very nervous. “I must have been tricked...!”

“Will you please leave?” With a sigh, Jumin shook his head. “I do not wish to further waste my time, as I must find my cat.” He sighed once more. “I will tell father that you brought a fake photo of my cat to win over my affections. If my father has any sense left in him, at all, he will stop talking about the marriage.”

“Wait,” Sarah chimed, “Jumin, don’t try to call off the marriage on your own! Is it because of that woman?” She gave me the dirtiest look yet. “I’m going to tell Mr. Han first! That you have another woman!”

Jumin said nothing in response. His gaze settled on me, and he sent a warm smile, as if to reassure me, or tell me he had it under control.

“What,” the woman spoke, “are you two in love, or something?” My cheeks felt hot, and, once more, I dropped my gaze. “That assistant didn’t mention anything like this!”

“Hey!” I could tell this was directed at me, and I looked up to see she had taken a step in my direction and was now yelling at me. “If you think that you’re going to get a Prada bag by being with him, make sure I don’t catch you! I don’t know where you came from, but rich families have a reputation to keep up! So don’t even think about doing something funny!”

I felt my mouth move without me asking it to. “Sarah, I’m Jumin’s friend. Please, watch what you say.” Jumin smiled at me, and I could have sworn it seemed like he was applauding my bravery at talking to Sarah.

Speaking of Sarah, she now had her arms crossed, still glaring at me, “Friend...? Friend, when you are alone at his house?! And it looks like you spent the night here. And what are those, pancakes?! It’s so obvious!”

“Oh, I forgot to clean the plates, this morning,” Jumin sighed. “I should have called a maid...”

“Are you pretending you can’t see me, now?”

Jumin didn’t respond, so Sarah turned to him fully and stepped in his direction. “Jumin! How could you do this to me?! Mr. Han loves you so much...how could you be so rude to me when he picked me! I can’t just leave like this!”

“...You’re hurting my ears,” Jumin spoke again, and I looked up. “Seriously, where did my father bring in this woman?”

“I’m hurting your ears?” Sarah laughed, but it was forced and full of anger. “Then listen to me!”

“I wanted to end this quickly, since she is watching...” Jumin shook his head. “But this reminds me of an episode from a soap opera.”

“W-What?” Sarah faltered, again. “What are you saying?”

“This has just become unnecessarily troublesome, but I’ll do it for my father. Your fake tears...your timid threats...it’s all so cliche that I can’t help but laugh.”

“I mean it! I’m really going to tell Mr. Han. No use stopping me, now.”

Crossing his arms, Jumin met her stare. “I can guarantee you that your threats are pointless, to me. I’ve gone through this multiple times in the past. You should use your energy on something else in life...giving you advice will only be a waste of time, so let’s stop it at that...”

“W-What are you talking about?” Sarah feigned a pained look, like a kicked puppy or a cat left outside in the rain...

Bad analogy, given the circumstances.

“Anyways, you’re mad at me right now, right? Just be honest!”

“Not yet,” Jumin spoke coolly. “I do not get angry very often. But, you’ve annoyed me enough to make me talk. I know very well from experience that people like you will do whatever it takes to get what you want.” He looked at Sarah, looking like he was reaching his wit’s end. “You will have the right skills and even the spontaneity to do it...but people like you easily fall into nihilism once you’ve acquired that wealth you’ve so coveted. I...felt pity. A life filled with pointlessness, but I suppose that’s the life you want?”

“W-What?!” Sarah reeled at Jumin’s words.

He looked at his hands. “I had all the wealth, ever since I was born. Do you want some?” He turned back to Sarah. “A couple million, is that what you want?”

She gave Jumin a confused look, so he went on. “Tell me. If you ask me for it, I might give it to you. You need money, right? It’s nothing to me.”

“Jumin...” I spoke up, and we locked eyes. His gaze softened when we did. “I think you’re too emotional, right now. Are you okay...?”

“I’m fine,” he assured me with a sweet smile.

“You...You’re being too harsh! Can you write me a check, right now?”

“I do not like talking about impossible things,” Jumin mused.

“So, you mean it?” Jumin nodded, and she stood straighter. “T-Then...about three million. Then, I’ll say no to the marriage. With the condition that I’ll put it nicely to Mr. Han.” She sighed. “This will be better, I suppose. It’s a win-win.”

Jumin laughed. “...Got you.”

Sarah glanced at him nervously. “Why are you smiling?”

He settled himself and faced Sarah fully. “I just repeated some lines from a soap opera I watched. It’s funny that you’re almost replaying that scene for me. Apparently, it’s a very popular TV show, these days.”

“What?! You were messing with me?!”

“Yes.”

Sarah sputtered, “God...! Who the Hell do you think you are?”

“Unfortunately,” Jumin went on, “I will be charged with embezzlement if I use company assets for personal means. I’m not keen on being behind iron bars.”

“Are you out of your mind?” Sarah asked, seemingly bewildered.

“Yes,” Jumin said again. “You’ve managed to come here with a fake photo of my cat and insult my dear friend. My joke is only fair, don’t you think?”

“I’ve never insulted her!” Sarah said defensively. “And the cat photo...! I...I was tricked, too! And isn’t it rude that you let another woman in your house when you’re engaged?!” Her cold eyes turned to me. “And, at that, such an average looking girl...!”

Jumin moved to stand between her and me. “She is not an average girl. What you see isn’t everything. You won’t understand, even if I explain it to you.” He sighed. “It seems we have no more to talk about. Why don’t you leave?”

“No!” I couldn’t see Sarah, but I could hear in her voice that she was reaching her limit, if she wasn’t already at it. “I can’t leave like this! This isn’t fair...! No!”

“I don’t know what is not fair,” Jumin said, taking a step to the side and, very briefly, looking over to me, before his gaze fell on Sarah again, “but, if you do not wish to leave, I will use you to do what I want.”

“What are you talking about?!”

Jumin sighed, stepping closer to me. “There was something I wanted to do...but I just couldn’t come up with a proper excuse, but this seemed to happen a lot in soap operas.”

“What’s with the whole soap opera thing?!” Sarah whined, and I stood up when Jumin motioned for me to do so. “God, so childish!”

“I’m sorry,” Jumin told me once he got close. “It seems you’ll have to excuse me. I had no other choice to let her out...yes, let’s put it at that.” He glanced to the side, and, for a moment, I could have sworn he was...embarrassed. The Jumin Han, face red in embarrassment. “And...I was going to do it soon, anyways.”

Before I could ask, he put his hand under my chin and pressed his lips against my own. Sarah yelled when he did.

“What...What are you...!”

“J-Jumin?!” I squeaked, as he pulled back, only a little bit.

He shushed me, smiling. “You’re blushing. You’d better close your eyes. Focus on your senses.”

I did so, closing my eyes and putting my hands on his chest. He kissed me again, his other arm grabbing my waist.

“Ugh...I’m going to tell Ms. Choi!” Sarah whined.

“Yes,” Jumin mused as he released the kiss. “Having an audience for our first kiss takes off the tension. Your lips are so warm and soft. And...I think I smell a bit of the pancake?” He chuckled, and my cheeks got very hot. “You’re cute.”

“How...! I’ve never been so insulted!” I heard footsteps stomping out of the place.

“God...” Jumin sighed. “Finally, she’s leaving.”

The sound of the door slamming startled me, even though I was kind of expecting it. When Jumin didn’t move away, I spoke up.

“Jumin...” I trailed off, searching for the words. “Can we really do this?“

“To be honest...” He met my gaze. “I wanted to kiss you from the first moment I saw you. I’m sorry if that was so sudden. I wanted you to be comfortable here...perhaps I’ve bothered you.” His eyes grew warmer, and he smiled. “But I don’t regret what I did.”

My lips trembled, and I looked for anything to say. “Is this appropriate...” My brain wracked itself for any semblance of a thought. “...when Elizabeth is missing?”

“This has nothing to do with that,” Jumin told me. “It’s my emotions. And Elizabeth isn’t here, but you are. Oh...I just realized something after the kiss. That you are indeed different from Elizabeth III. The special person who can truly understand me...who I can touch and kiss and understands what I’m saying. I’ve known this for a while, now. That I need someone like you, not a cat.”

His hand went to my cheek, and I leaned into the warm touch despite myself. He seemed to be happy with that, because he smiled at me. “And, seeing you in front of my eyes...I feel like I’ve finally gotten what I wanted. I don’t want to be a fool who loses what he needs. Elizabeth III...even if I find her again, she is just a cat. But you’re different. You can soak in all of my emotions.” He breathed in sharply, voice going softer. “You can be mine.” His face broke into a sweet smile. “That makes me so happy.”

He pressed kisses on the side of my face, and I laughed a little bit. When his lips met mine again, I could have melted.

“Jumin...first, calm down,” I said, even though I wanted more. “You were worried about Elizabeth a minute ago!”

Jumin’s forehead rested on mine. “I’ve never been so sure of my feelings,” he said. “Now that Elizabeth III isn’t here...it must be ironic that I’m so happy. But, I’ve realized what I truly wanted, thanks to my cat going missing.” He stopped for a moment, letting his thoughts collect, before he went on. “I want you...and I want you to want me, too. I mean this.”

I went to speak, but my words got caught. What would I say? What I felt? Or what was the right thing to do?

Damn my better judgement.

“I think any relationship needs time,” I said. “Let’s think about it. First, let’s find Elizabeth.”

He nodded. “I can understand if you need time,” he returned. “Just don’t leave my side, right now. I’ll try to be the man who can do anything for you. That’s...That’s what everyone expected from me, ever since I was little.” His eyes met mine. “I won’t say much. Even if it takes time, I want to have everything you are. So just stay here, with me.”

When I nodded as a response, he went to pull away, but I grabbed his hand.

“Jumin,” I said, and he took both of my hands in his own. “I...I want you,too. Really.”

He reeled at that for a moment, but a smile crossed his lips. Before he could say anything, I grabbed his cheeks and pulled him to me again. Without a second to waste, his arms were around me, and my hands were on the back of his head, pulling him down to me. His arms secured me against him as he sighed, breathlessly. I put my head against his chest, listening to the thumping of his heart.

He wanted me, and I wanted him. That was all we wanted.

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greensconnor · 5 years

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about me

@griffinshoodie tagged me to answer these questions and i love talking about myself so yeehaw gays strap in

nickname: sol/socks

zodiac: i’m a scorpio™ what a surprise

height: honestly i haven’t measured myself since like my first year of highschool from the shame of being only like 5′0″ but a couple years back i stood next to someone who proclaimed i’m roughly 160 cm which is uhhh 5′3″-ish and i choose to live this truth

hogwarts house: hufflepuff but every now and again i black out from rage and wake up accused of breaking ur kneecaps

the last thing you googled: “cheap thrills fake shark lyrics” it’s a banger of a song yeehaw

favorite musician/s: uhhh neon trees (tyler glenn’s solo album goes hard too), hozier (unsurprising lmao i know), fleetwood mac, the unlikely candidates, young guns, dorothy (flashes back violently 2 being 12 and emo... better times), gin wigmore, the exponents, toto.... i could go on

song stuck in my head: towers (on my way) by young guns & tongue by MNEK

following now: 270 but tbh a lot of those r probably inactive,

Followers: 257 on main, 81 on this blog i think?

do i get asks: not as much as i would like!!! i love interaction god PLEASE interact. other than the occasional message for ask games or prompts my flatmate sometimes sends me hate mail for shits & gigs

amount of sleep: sgshjslkshskshs who is she i don’t know her. the bags under my eyes are NOT designer they’re like knockoff prada that you yanked from a dumpster behind a maccas on a highway just outside a small town with only Ye Olde Fields stretching around u

lucky number: 7 & 30

what i’m wearing: paint stained puma sweater i stole from my mum that she got in the fuckin 90′s or smth, jeans, pink socks with daschunds in blue & teal sweaters (+ bonus hairtie around my wrist) made couture by gold sleeper hoops & a gold ring with an inset emerald [winks but actually i’m crying]

dream trip: i really want to go to pompeii i’ve been obsessed since i was a kid, or otherwise i’d probably like to go to canada/alaska because they’re uhh pretty different from where i grew up and i wanna see. bear.

favorite food: anything hazelnut flavoured i have an obsession it’s bad but aside from that i also fuckin love whitebait fritters & date scones w/ strawberry jam and whipped cream (can u tell i miss my little stereotypical kiwi nana)

instruments: uuuuh i used to play piano & guitar (composed the smash hit single ‘i’m sorry that i hurt you with my ghun’ on the latter) but i fell out of practice So. i’m trying to get back into the guitar tho!

languages: fluent english, basic conversational spanish & i know the alphabet & how to say hello/goodbye in NZSL + very very VERY basic maori

favorite songs: man they change every 6 days but right now it’s hummingbird - wildling, probably, but timeless classics include: your love could start a war - tuc, letterman - gay nineties, why does love do this to me - the exponents & cavalry - midnight youth

random fact: my favourite colour is green! (followed very closely by yellow & peach!)

aesthetic:

i knew that pinterest board would come in handy someday (:

as for who i’m tagging.... i’ll spare justin the double tag & @dumbbrowngirl, @i-beg-your-parsons, @jensespinoza, @alanakusumaswife to do it if u feel like it and bastard if ur snooping on this blog again you can do this as well since u made fun of me (:

#honestly ms bastard just follow me already u fucking fool #we're mutuals_irl #sol.txt #sol.info

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