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mysticmelove · 1 year

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Impatience

(Jumin x MC) [NSFW]

“Are you working tomorrow?”

Jumin couldn’t help but scoff at the comment. Maybe she was joking, he couldn’t quite tell with the distance between them, but it definitely wasn’t the best jest he’d heard. “When am I not?”

He heard her giggle to herself in the bathroom, the sound of the running water being shut off with it. “You never know, sometimes you get a day off.”

“Sometimes...” Jumin slowed down as he felt his phone vibrate at his side on the bed - another email. He sighed at the thought of doing any more work before going to bed, “Those times are few and far between though, aren’t they?” He knew he shouldn’t have opened the email but suddenly he was reading a list of very detailed concerns passed through one person to another. Another sigh. He’s was going to have to deal with this now or it was going to plague his workload more than he could possibly bear.

“What’s with all the sighing?”

“I have to go and tie some things up in the office quickly.”

“No,” MC was quick to protest, her brows furrowing as she poked her head around the doorframe of the en-suite.

Jumin’s eyes were still deep in his phone. “I know I agreed to come to bed with you, my love, but I really must—” his jaw fell slightly lax at the sight of his wife, now stood in the space of the room almost glaring through him. He huffed as he sat back on their bed, his free hand massaging the bridge of his nose as he found it impossible to shift his sight. It had been a long time since she’d played this game: stealing his clothes and teasing him wordlessly. In fact, it had been some time since they’d had any real alone time. “I was going to wear that one tomorrow”

MC fiddled with one of the sleeve cuffs before rolling her eyes, not joining in with his halfhearted joke. “So, are you staying?” she questioned, beginning to climb up on the bed one knee at a time, “Or do I have the bed to myself? Again.”

Her words were nothing but harsh on his ears, brash and unforgiving, yet she continued her crawl towards him. Jumin sighed into the air between them: “Don’t make me feel guilty.”

“I’m not making you do anything, Jumin.” She was practically in his lap now, her fingers tracing his jawline through her alluring gaze. “You can run away to that little office down the hallway,” MC had leant in even closer, making it impossible for him to breathe without inhaling her own warm air, “or you could come to bed with your wife for once, hm?”`

Temptress - that was the only word Jumin could muster in the moment to describe his wife. She’d snuck her way into trapping him with so little effort, her thighs either side of his own, encasing him effectively. Their lips locked in silence, moving against each other feverishly as she chased what had been so lacking. “You’re right,” Jumin broke their kiss with care, “I can do as I wish.” His fingers began to thread upward through her hair, all the while her eyes remained focused almost solely on his lips. “And I believe I know what should be done.”

MC hummed in delight, her eye-line following the path her fingers paved now, “Uh huh, and what would that be?” She couldn’t say she’d mentally checked out of the conversation but surely she’d gotten him now - she was a woman with a successful plan and she would most definitely reap the rewards. In her trance, her nails teased around the checked waistband of his trusted pyjamas all but ready to pounce when her husband would step in.

Without a word, Jumin took a grip around both her wrists, resulting in a very unpleasant and warning glare up through his other half’s brows once more. “Something needs to be done about this work before tomorrow—” he admitted with ease, taking a stronger grip as he prepared for her backlash. “But,” his face grew closer as his voice grew quieter: “I do think, at this moment, taking care of my wife is paramount. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Ah..” MC let out a breath at once, her body relaxing from its brink of outrage.

With a smirk, he kissed her parted lips. “‘Ah’ indeed, my love. You put some thought into this; it’d be cruel to ignore that fact.” Letting go of her wrists, his hands creeped around either side of her cheeks and up into her hair; graciously guiding her further up the bed to sit upright in his lap. All the while, their mouths didn’t dare to part, sly teeth pinching at her bottom lip. With her thighs either side of his hips, Jumin’s grasp definitely wasn’t slow to find it’s way downward and have him palming at her flesh which his shirt did the favour of leaving exposed. He was working blind as he fought to keep up with the goddess latched to his lips and his hand worked up the space, god was she even wearing anything under his cotton press?

MC whined fruitfully into his mouth, prompting another smirk. He could feel the firm pressure of the pads of her fingers edging their way up the nape of his neck and into his freshly trimmed hair, though this feeling was second to her hips grinding so desperately down on him. With a particularly lewd moan, he pulled away, almost laughing at how quickly she’d come apart following her prior annoyance. “We’re lacking in patience tonight, my love.” Jumin’s lips trailed to her jaw, then her neck where he’d nip for an illicit a gasp. “I don’t feel we’ll be here long. Will we, beautiful?”

MC couldn’t possibly contain her groans as Jumin’s lips wreaked havoc on her neck: lips, teeth and tongue bruising her skin with care. Her fingers weaved through strands of his dark hair, drawing him closer. “Good,” she breathed: “then you can make time for both your wife and work.” With a particularly hard bite, she moaned a gasp.

Jumin then pulled away, a low chuckle leaving his stomach as his gaze met her’s once again. “I walked straight into that, didn’t I?”

“Definitely.” MC nodded impatiently, her hands and eyes locked onto the buttons of her husband’s shirt encasing her chest. Though, she didn’t make it past the first before Jumin’s hands were wrapped around her wrists again.

“Leave it on.”

“But–”

“I don’t care,” he cut off her whining with that stern tone he was so comfortable with, “you put in the effort to steal it so don’t you dare discard it. And, my darling, you look so very delectable in my clothes.”

A curse passed MC’s lips at his words, her eyes a flutter as she was powerless to prevent him from laying her flat on the bed. One of his hands laid under her waist, the other guiding her thigh to one side to make space for himself, and his lips devouring the moans from beneath him. “You know,” Jumin began another mumble as his lips roamed once more to the crook of her neck, “I’d much rather… you chose a shirt I was less fond of.” He wasn’t expecting a coherent response, nor would he get one. Relentless fingers continued to message at the supple flesh of MC’s inner thighs, silently roaming their way closer and closer to what she craved. “It will be… incredibly difficult to wear the shirt again… I will only be able to think about my wife like this.” And an answer to his question - she had so tastefully opted for nothing under the shirt. Jumin rose to watch her shudder as his fingers ghosted over her, her hands flinching slightly to grasp at the bedding with a single trace of her clit. “Do you understand, my love?”

MC finally met his eyes again, half-lidded as her chest rose and fell with great desperation. What was he saying? Of course, she had become his distraction yet again. “Mm…” she raised a hand to brush away the stray hairs beginning to stick to her husband’s forehead. “You’re saying I’m—” With a guttural moan she had cut herself off, the unannounced insertion of Jumin’s fingers sending her eyes rolling into her skull.

“A harlot.” He took it upon himself to finish the sentence for his beloved. In a need to be closer, he moved to whisper directly to her ear - his lips grazing the hot skin while his fingers rocked away out of sight. “I’m sorry, I just can’t help myself when it comes to your beautiful temptations.” He could only hear a symphony of moans and gasps. “You know I’d give in to you every single time, my love.”

She whined frivolously, one hand clawing at his toned back and the other scrunching their sheets into thousands of creases. If her own grinding down to meet him wasn’t enough to lose all thought of her surroundings, the addition of his thumb rubbing rhythmic circles most definitely was. She needed to be fucked by him, she thought, but there was absolutely no hope she’d be able to hold out that long. “Jumin… please!” and so the mindless begging began.

“What is it, darling?” He questioned, lifting himself to see that wonderful twisted expression he was so effortlessly causing.

“Please!” MC cried, her neck now strained like her fingers crushing it’s trapped cotton.

“Shall I guess?” Jumin teased, maliciously increasing the pressure of his touch. In an instant, her back had arched and he continued his ruse: “You’re desperately close… You’d like my help to finish, correct?”

“Yes!” Their eyes met for barely a second before MC was writhing again. Her muscles tensed with a great, slurry of whines and she was helpless to keep her legs still. Jumin thanked his arm had not grown fatigued as he felt her end nearing and heard the sweet sound of incoherent begging, pleasure and love. “I’m- I’m… Jumin-”

“Just go ahead, sweetheart.” A small chaste kiss was all that could be managed before her back arched once more and moans streamed endlessly from her barely conscious mind.

She lay, panting for a minute, before Jumin concluded she was back with him. He removed his fingers and gently as humanly possible and watching the remanent shivers wash over his wife. “You ok?” He spoke softly, his clean hand brushing over her flushed cheek.

Silently, she smiled, her once clawed hands smoothing over his toned chest before she could lean up to return his kiss. “Perfect, my love. Perfect.” She jittered in her spot on the bed, though her expression dare not to falter and worry her husband. “I’ll wait for you.”

Jumin sighed, his brows furrowing at her suggestion. “You know I don’t like leaving you after: it’s improper.”

“I know.” MC moved for her thumb to barely graze his own cheek, the feeling a frail as how she looked before him. “But I’m giving you permission… So thirty minutes to go finish your work and then we may go to bed together.”

Had she not had the most reassuring smile Jumin wouldn’t dare listen to her suggestion. Still his concern was audible: “Do you need any help? Anything?”

“No,” she hushed him effortlessly: “Go ahead and I’ll be waiting.”

Jumin stroked her cheek once more, prompting a different type of flush from the one previously faded. “You’ll be asleep in five,” he laughed sincerely.

“I will not!”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Jumin.”

#mystic messenger #mysme #jumin x mc #jumin han #mystic messenger jumin #mysme jumin #mc mystic messenger #mc mysme #mystic messenger drabble #mysme drabble #mystic messeger headcanon #this was sat in drafts incomplete for years

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mysticmelove · 2 years

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Christmas Surprise

(Jumin x MC)

Though he may have been a cautious man in most instances, it didn’t take long for MC long to figure out Jumin had little caution when it came to their romance. Maybe it was the new feeling of being understood in his love - and so should have been expected. Maybe this was just the pure self-assurance of a millionaire on a high. Either way, he was a lot more confident with their quick-paced relationship than she’d expected. Of course she’d stayed at his place for that week as support, who wouldn’t have? But then he’d invited her to spend Christmas with him and, no matter how much she wanted to shift the thought, she couldn’t deny how serious things were becoming. A considerably fresh couple spending Christmas together? Alone? Jumin really wasn’t giving her the chance to question his affections. Still, MC couldn’t help but remain curious as to why he had chosen her: the businessman who could have anything he wished but instead chose to spend his afternoon running gentle fingers through her hair.

Early evening had set in and the various lights and candles in the apartment only fuelled the intimacy that Jumin was aiming for. He’d thought about the correct way to go about things excessively leading up to the day and now he felt as if he didn’t even need to think. They’d exchanged gifts, with a very strict rule on ‘no more that two each’ as instated by MC, but Jumin could only feel as if he hadn’t spoiled her enough. She’d insisted on cleaning up after they’d eaten and then they’d found themselves on the couch, his left hand occupied with a fresh glass of wine and his right soothing through her hair. It felt so incredibly peaceful to just sit in that comfortable silence they had created but he had little faith they’d both stay awake. He’d bask in that feeling for years to come if he were given the chance but he’d done enough thinking to know he should stick to the plan. MC sunk further into his side, causing him to hum as his hand slipped down her arm. “My love?”

Shifting once more, she reached her hand across her chest and intertwined her fingers with his. “I’m sorry,” she said ever so quietly: “I’m trying to stay awake but it’s just too comfortable.”

“Comfortable?” Jumin was quick to retort. He placed is glass down on the table just within his reach, using his now free hand to create naive curls in her hair. “Surely I’m not the most pleasant surface to be laying on. A pillow would be much more suitable for you.”

“Of course,” she stroked the back of his hand with her thumb, “but you’re very warm and cosy nonetheless.”

Jumin watched as she propped herself up to his height, her eyes glistening like tiny stars in the dim light. “I’m not sure if I would describe myself as cosy.” She giggled at his muse and he was all too aware that his gaze had fallen to her lips. If he kissed her now he wouldn’t have made it through to the end of what he had been planning: he was weak in her hold and this he knew as much.

It only took a second for MC to realise she had lost him to his own thoughts. His gaze, as strong and commanding as his words, could show only glimpses into all the things that crossed his mind. With care she swept stray strands of hair from his forehead, the motion enough for his eyes to train themselves to her delicate fingers. “Jumin…” she began in adoration only to be stopped by the contact of his lips to her knuckles. She continued at the prompt of his raised brow: “Thank you for having me today. It was a lot nicer spending it with you and Elizabeth than in the apartment.”

Naturally he grew closer, her lips still doing their best to tempt him. “Don’t thank me. I’d spend every holiday with you given the chance, my love.” MC’s cheeks had grown rosy, her smile as innocent as the first time he’d laid eyes on it, and it had spurred him into motion. With care, he returned her hands to her own lap and stood from where he sat, stretching his limbs subtly as he did. “I’ll be back in a moment.”

“Oh.” He couldn’t have made it a few steps before she’d sprung up after him. “I’ll get us some cake. We’ve been sat here so long, I don’t want it to go to waste.”

Jumin was blocking her pathway in an instant. “No.” His body had created a barrier between her and any path around the penthouse, his hands floating at her waist-side in his panic. “I just need you to stay here.” His eyes shifted to the floor and she watched him pinch his bottom lip between his teeth. “…I don’t mean to be forceful. We will have cake shortly, I have to take care of something beforehand however.”

At the feeling of her soft touch on his upper arm Jumin relaxed, his eyes trailing back to her and a smile adorning him at the sound of her understanding tone. “That’s okay,” she grinned, “I shouldn’t have been in such a rush. You can cut the first slice for me afterwards.”

“Perfect.” His hands finally found themselves on her waist, confidently this time. A kiss was placed upon her forehead before he would take his leave from the open room, disappearing down the corridor towards his office.

His palms were clammy as he took is lead back to where he hd left her sitting. He desperately needed to release the tension from his upper back and neck. “MC.” Her head whipped around like that of a meerkat at the sound of his voice - he feared that his anxiety was too present in his conduct. Curiously, she hummed and her eyes trailed his path around the open floor towards her. “Stand with me for a moment, please.” Jumin held out a hand to her. He held his breath deep within his chest, still trying his hardest to play it suave with the gorgeous woman before him.

“What’s up?” She questioned him, brushing a stray cat hair from the shoulder of his sweatshirt. MC wasn’t even looking at him and yet he had managed to fall in love at first sight all over again.

Jumin cleared his throat, tightening his grip on her one hand, “MC, you make me feel like the luckiest person alive when I am around you.” She blushed, her eyes averted and trying to hide the embarrassment. Jumin wouldn’t allow her to go unseen. “Your words make everything clearer to me and I have never loved so much, nor felt so loved, than when I am with you.”

In that second things had clicked within MC’s head and she was too overwhelmed to make a response but to tear up and pout.

Jumin began his descent, trying his hardest not to be too amused by his girlfriend’s inability to find her words as she became the one to hold on tighter to his hand now. “I know it hasn’t been very conventional or very long,” he continued as he rested on his one knee and reached into his back pocket. “And there is so much more I wish to know about you, which means I’m desperate to spend as much time with you as I possibly can.” His hand finally emerged from his pocket, as expected a small black velvet box in tow. “So MC, my love, will you marry me?” Jumin’s eyebrow tilted up as he opened the box, on display the small band she had joked with him about a month prior when talking about her fairytale of a dream.

She had obviously lost her words for just a second too long when Jumin’s smile had turned into one of concern. She reached to cup his cheeks at once when she had noticed, singing her delight: “Oh god! Yes! Of course I will marry you. I’ve never met someone who I can love as much as you, Jumin.”

In giving her reassurance, MC had also ended up on the floor; her forehead was practically pinned to his until he had retreated to place the jewels upon her finger. Jumin murmured a ‘thank you’ mere inches away from her skin before finally planting that kiss he had been savouring on her lips, cradling her neck softly as he did. When they had parted there were insatiable smiles between the both of them and MC wouldn’t dare let go of his fingers she had laced her’s so haphazardly with. Jumin kissed at her knuckles once more, though this time he was sure it would never be bare again, and humoured his now fiancée: “Would you like to celebrate with that cake now, my love?”

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mysticmelove · 2 years

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Christmas Surprise

(Jumin x MC)

“Of course,” she stroked the back of his hand with her thumb, “but you’re very warm and cosy nonetheless.”

“Oh.” He couldn’t have made it a few steps before she’d sprung up after him. “I’ll get us some cake. We’ve been sat here so long, I don’t want it to go to waste.”

In that second things had clicked within MC’s head and she was too overwhelmed to make a response but to tear up and pout.

#mystic messenger #mysme #jumin x mc #jumin han #mystic messenger jumin #mysme jumin #mc mystic messenger #mc mysme #mystic messenger drabble #mysme drabble #mystic messenger headcanon

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mysticmelove · 3 years

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I don't know if you are still active here, but I wish you good luck in what you are doing!

Thank you, anon! I’ve only just seen this and I feel bad to come back from being MIA just to respond to this but I am very thankful. I really miss posting and interacting here and I can’t wait until I can return properly. I’ve had a really bad time recently and this was just so sweet and made me smile, so thank you so much xx

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mysticmelove · 3 years

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*I was tagged in a winter prompt post by the wonderful @mrs-han and I couldn’t ignore it. Also I’d like to wish a merry belated Christmas and a happy new year xx

Just for the day

(Jumin x MC)

It had only started off as a joke. A lame joke where MC had begged for one of the members to be her ‘date’ over the holidays while she visited her family. She would have only been there for a day but she couldn’t bare another year of being bombarded by questions about her love life- she had to make light of the situation somehow. Zen had cottoned on to the joke, playing along with her in the messenger as he went about his yearly confession of his distaste for the holidays and his lack of a love life. Jumin, on the other hand, had not seen the humour behind her halfhearted pleas and was quick to offer up some solutions.

He recognised that she couldn’t avoid her family over Christmas but he also knew how monotonous and irritating it was to be asked those same questions constantly by people you’re meant to show the upmost respect to. So that meant only one thing: the most rational and fitting solution was for him to be her date. Jumin was the obvious decision for multiple reasons- he was the most gentlemanly, could hold conversations with ease, knew when to simply be quiet- and after a very long (mostly one-sided) conversation, Jumin had decided he would accompany her to visit her family.

MC really wasn’t left with much choice following their conversation, he had left as soon as he’d entered. The next time they spoke was the early morning of their departure; he’d shown up on her doorstep, MC was part of the way through getting ready to leave and, even though she knew him to be a man of his word, she was not expecting him to really go through with it. He presented her gingerly with a bouquet of roses as he smiled with a hint of unease. She took them with a gentle laugh, welcoming him into her apartment, “Going to all the lengths to play the part, are you, Jumin?”

“Well, I thought it would only be fitting.” He scanned his immediate surroundings, curious to see the inside of the apartment he’d heard so much about over time but knew so little of. “I have to be the ideal gentleman today. Limit any suspicions they might have.”

“It’s only for the day,” MC marvelled back, fishing through the contents of her bag, “You really didn’t need to come, I was only joking around.”

Jumin shook his head with a tender smile, “No. I chose to come with you. You shouldn’t have to go alone.”

“I hope you know you’re doing me a huge favour.” She gave him one of those intoxicating smiles that he’d never seen before he’d met her, and he found himself trying to suppress the urge to smile brightly back to her. “If anything I should be paying you to come,” her laugh was even more toxic than the aforementioned smile.

Jumin cleared his throat, regaining his stern composure, “It’s a moment away from work. We are both benefiting each other in one way or another.”

“Well, if you want to put it like that,” MC threaded her arms into her coat, before sighing deeply: “I supposed we should get going.” We have a long day ahead of ourselves.”

The journey itself was entertaining, albeit long. The hours that passed gave them chance to confirm any little details about their relationship: they’d been dating for three months and MC was absolutely head over heals for him- that was accompanied by another one of her laughs. And they even had the chance to speak in a less formal fashion than they had in the messenger or when being with the others. They’d made up an entire backstory as well as making general conversation all before they had even arrived at MC’s family house.

The visit itself had gone swimmingly; Jumin played the part of boyfriend extremely well and his experiences with simply being able to please people certainly paid off. He seemed to fit in very well with the family he had never met and he even managed to surprise MC with the amount he seemed to know about her. She even got the pleasant gift of seeing Jumin’s rare smile as he shot her glances across the table in response to something or another. Still, it would be ridiculous to think everything would have gone to plan and as the evening rolled around it was clear the ‘gradual’ snowfall was going to cause some issues.

Jumin had long since retired to the safe haven of MC’s bedroom by the time she sauntered up the stairs to meet him. The news of a cancelled train home meant a long night there, and not one he was quite prepared for. He had made himself comfortable, having intrigued himself with the contents of her childhood room, before perching himself on her bed to read one of the many novels that decorated the shelves. Its pages were bent several times over and its cover worn- an obvious favourite of hers and he could not blame her. The sound of her door creaking on its hinges brought him to immediate attention as he closed the book with care. He couldn’t smell it from where he sat, but her demeanour alone was evident enough that she was fairly intoxicated. MC’s hand gripped the door handle as she peered around the corner; Jumin’s eyes caught the flush of her cheeks and her beaming smile in an instant. “I’m sorry,” she cooed drunkenly, her eyes wide, “I shouldn’t have left you alone…” Jumin could see her thought process as her smile faultered ever so slightly, only for her to let out a quick chuckle or two, “But my aunt opened another bottle and suddenly I forgot what I was doing.”

He caught himself smiling at her toothy grin completely unreserved, before he could clear his throat and correct himself. “It’s nothing to apologise for. I chose to retire.” Jumin placed the book down beside him, subduing another emerging smile on his lips as he looked back to the woman in the doorframe. “I’ve been rather entertained by your selection of novels,” he traced his fingers across the title of the cover gently, “This one in particular appears to be a favourite of yours.”

MC hummed, entering the room further to take a better look at the publication. There was little elegance in the way she positioned herself on the bed beside him, yet it made Jumin smile nonetheless. She leant haphazardly against his frame as she sighed heavily, retrieving the book with slightly more care than she carried herself. She hummed once more, almost humoured by the long forgotten pages of the book, “I definitely read it more than a couple times.”

A silence fell among them and Jumin peered over his shoulder to find her examining the pages. She was so quiet and peaceful, he could have just held her there for hours despite knowing how wrong it would have been. He was here as a friend- nothing else. He sighed to himself and her eyes wandered to him questioningly. Her wide eyes were piercing, tempting him ever closer, yet he could only smirk. “What did your aunt have to say?”

“Oh!” MC exclaimed, wide eyed once more with her jaw lax and discarding the book much more carelessly than he’d imagined. “She claims she can see my future as clear as day,” she began slurring her words as her volume grew, waving her hands in some attempt to emphasise her words.

“Is that so?” Jumin humoured, turning more so now so she was now resting back against his chest and he could she her flushed face clearly.

MC nodded eagerly: “Yes! She claims that I’m going to marry you and that I’ll live some magical fairytale land with everything I’ll ever need.” She was giggling to herself as she spoke, her hands still flailing and her eyes fixed on the ceiling, until her volume finally dropped. “Isn’t that crazy?”

He found himself lost for words, he hadn’t spoken much to her aunt but he could he could see himself getting along well with her.

As though another thought had hit her, MC sat up all of a sudden, startling Jumin ever so slightly. She turned to him, perched on her knees and gave him another gentle smile. “I mean it must be crazy ‘cause the ‘man of my dreams’ is sleeping in my bed and I’m going to sleep down on the couch.”

“What?” His strong tone broke her innocent laughs, her gullible, drunken face almost looking sober at the sound of his voice.

The corner of her lips tilted upwards once more ever so slightly. “Well, I can’t let my guest sleep on a couch… and I can’t sleep with you, can I?”

Jumin could have sworn she was doing it on purpose, drawing out her syllables on the edge of her tongue and eyeing him down- in what he could only explain as seduction. He leant in closer to her, gazing at her docile features down the length of his nose. A smirk adorned him, his tone chilling yet somewhat playful as he retorted: “But it would be so ungentlemanly for me to kick a woman out of her own bed.”

In turn, she leant in closer to him, her eyes darkened and hard- even for Jumin- to read. “I thought you were against a man and a woman sleeping under the same roof before marriage, Jumin… Let alone in the same bed…”

He could smell it on her breath now- the strong scent champagne that had once danced across her tongue and now enraptured him. Hell, he could feel her gentle breath brushing against his skin with the little distance between them now. “Oh… I’m not sure if I recall saying that.”

“I’m sure you did…” MC spoke barely above a whisper, before she could downcast her gaze and laugh once more. She composed herself, returning to her sweetest grin before she questioned him: “So where am I sleeping tonight?”

Maybe it was his subconscious or the pure sight of her barely parted lips- he could never be too sure- but all Jumin knew was the second she had locked her gaze back on his, he was leaning in to kiss her and he had forgotten how he had even gotten in the situation. No more than a second, he assured himself of that, but that didn’t mean he pulled away in a haste. On the contrary, he took his time withdrawing from her puckered lips, his eyes slightly widened but he wouldn’t dare move an inch further from her. She gazed at him silently, almost in what he perceived to be wonder as she found herself lost for words. Jumin cleared his throat as modestly as he possibly could, before swallowing thickly and attempting to clear his conscience, “Forgive me… That was far beyond me, I had never planned to—”

MC had been the most patient woman- from the moment Jumin had first met her- but in that moment she couldn’t wait a second longer for him to finish his formalities. She had her lips locked back on to his quicker than he could comprehend, leaving his hands tense at his side before he dared to venture any further. Jumin found his fingers entrapped within the strands of her hair, all the while her hands were at the side of his waist and resting against his chest as she leaned over him. When she finally pulled away she couldn’t look him in the eye, but that sweet laugh did grace his ears once more. “Maybe I did,” she mumbled distantly, barely audible to Jumin.

“What was that?”

“Oh,” MC’s eyes finally trailed back up to his, her fingers creating circles over his jumper. Her cheeks flushed at the sight of his shocked features, her cheeks doing no favours to hide her embarrassment. “I might have planned this…?”

Jumin scoffed at her confession, his hand freeing itself from her locks, “Planned?”

“No.” She corrected herself before her teeth began to toy with her bottom lip. “I wanted it though…”

“But you practically begged me to reconsider coming here with you.” MC cast her eyes away from him once more and Jumin couldn’t help but hold her face, tilting her chin up in line with his own. “And yet you actually wanted me here?”

“I didn’t want you here,” she met him with a gentle whisper, but that wasn’t to say he wasn’t slightly taken aback by her comment.

“Well, that’s nice to know,” he humoured.

MC thumped him playfully against his chest with an exasperated sigh: “No! You know that’s not what I mean.”

“I know.”

Her eyebrows furrowed further, her lips pouted. “I was joking when I said I needed a fake date today… But you don’t take too kindly to jokes…”

“And?” He questioned, stroking her cheeks with the pad of his thumb.

“And I’ve wanted to kiss you for the longest time.” He lent in at her words, as if they were some type of command.

Their lips brushed together once more for a millisecond, the lingering taste of alcohol blessing his senses again. Jumin brushed away the strands of hair falling over her delicate features with care, agreeing quietly as he did so: “And I you.”

She smiled purely at his gesture, her face flushing with warmth as she leant into the palm of his hand. “So?”

“So?” He mimicked questioningly.

She spoke smugly, her once mischievous smile returning alongside the yet to be answered question. “Where am I sleeping?”

Jumin could only laugh at her bold statement- so desperate for an answer she knew he didn’t wish to answer aloud. “If you’ll allow it,” he began, removing one of her hands from his chest to hold it within his own, “right next to me.”

“Gladly.”

#reblog #merry christmas #happy holidays

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mysticmelove · 3 years

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I’ve played through 3 times and I can’t seem to get the bad ending.. if someone has advice it would be appreciated 🥲

Needless to say, as a Jumin stan I was very disappointed with the outcome of this. If you want to know more about his past by all means go ahead and play it but it’s not detrimental in understanding Jumin and it definitely has questionable themes. It seems Jumin is never allowed his happy ending but I suppose we’re all used to that by now... I’m grateful for the new content of course but that doesn’t mean I can’t be disappointed.

In better news I should be able to get a new piece out this week to feed the fellow Jumin stans who need some content. It’s longer so I hope it makes up for my frequent absences xx

Jumin DLC (NON-SPOILER EDITION)

...Alright. So I played through it twice and got both endings. I have quite a bit to say on this, but this post is just to try and give the general concepts of the DLC for those who are debating over whether or not it is something they want to get. I will write the spoiler analysis once I have rested because I have been up for about 17 hours and am still processing.

There are themes of manipulation, abuse, negligence, toxic relationships, possession, and brief depictions of alchohol abuse within the DLC. Kink and BDSM dynamics are mentioned a few times, and there is one point where the game doesn’t allow for you to get out of having sex with Jumin.

Jumin’s DLC is an extension to his Bad End 2, but does not require you to have gotten that ending in order to play. (At least, it didn’t require it for me.) It costs 100 hourglasses for the whole thing, and comes with two separate endings depending on the kind of approach you have MC take. It is a one time payment, and you can replay any part of the DLC as many times as you want.

The DLC takes place 2 months after MC first arrived at Jumin’s penthouse, and he has now taken her to his childhood mansion. This mansion holds a lot of memories of Jumin and his birth mother, and the DLC dives into their relationship and how it plays into his behavior as a whole. (It does affect BE2 more than the other endings, but it is clear within his whole route once you know.)

So essentially, like I said in response to an ask, it boils down to whether or not you are okay with the more questionable elements that show themselves within the DLC - and, if you are alright with it, if learning about Jumin’s childhood is worth it to you personally.

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mysticmelove · 3 years

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I feel like I should clear something up real quick. I love the idea of Jumin into kink, and always have. And I'm sure a lot of us can agree. But when it's in the context of BE2, it's very unhealthy. I don't dislike BE2 because of the implied bdsm, I dislike it because of Jumin's mental state, and how unhealthy the relationship between Jumin and the player becomes. And it feels like a lot of people like BE2 ONLY because of the sexual implications, when that's not even the problem. The player takes advantage of Jumin while he's going through a huge mental breakdown. That's the problem. I'm almost positive that BE2 is the reason why Jumin gets so much hate, and has been painted in such a negative light all these years, and I just fear that if this DLC doesn't turn out for the better, players will really hate Jumin even more.

Also... Kinky and healthy, thank you.

And like I've said before, if you like it, fine, but please understand why people don't.

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mysticmelove · 3 years

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I felt sick after hearing about the Bad Jumin After Ending dlc...

Then I read what Anji said and felt better:

If Rika could get better after being pushed to the last circle of hell, why couldn't our Jumin?

Still not the content for our Juju that I wanted, but if Cheritz makes this well I think the right people will get the point.

There's still people who are going to use this to hate on Jumin for their own bad decisions even more, and is going to be hard to witness... But we've been there and survived...

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mysticmelove · 4 years

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(No Jumin week post for today unfortunately, but there should be one tomorrow. I’m going to try my best to post missed days following this week. Thank you for the support xx)

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mysticmelove · 4 years

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Jumin week- Day 2:

Bitter wine

“Jumin~”

There was nothing like the distinct dulcet tones of his wife calling throughout the penthouse.

“Juminn~”

They were slightly drunken, he’d have to admit that, but beautiful nonetheless. That didn’t exactly mean that he was prepared to deal with whatever drunken antics she came along with however. Especially when he watched the way she traipsed into his office so carelessly, a devious smile between her rosy cheeks.

“Jumin~” she cooed again as she made her way around his desk, her fingers tracing over several piles of paper.

He hummed pleasantly as her fingers eventually traced up one of his arms and around his chin. “Yes, my love? How can I help you?”

MC lent herself against the back of his desk chair, her hands mapping her husband’s chest. “It’s late, Juju.”

He couldn’t help but smell the sweet alcohol lingering on her breath. They’d been drinking before he’d gone to do some more work; he often seemed to underestimate her tolerance. “I know,” he began, stroking the back of her wandering hand, “I just have to finish this and then I’ll come to rest. Why don’t you go ahead without me?”

Almost immediately, he watched her brows furrow and lips purse. “No... I’m gonna wait for you obviously.” She paused slightly, her now free fingers twirling stands of his hair absentmindedly.

“I think you should rest, my love.”

“Why?” She retorted, seemingly offended by his suggestion and lack of attention.

Jumin mused, letting out a chuckle to himself as his wife continued to pet him: “Because I think you’re drunk.”

“I am not!” She protested profoundly before recollecting herself and removing herself from the chair, “I’m just tipsy... There’s a difference.”

“Really?” Jumin smirked to himself, lifting the glass of wine from his desk and turning to face his pouting wife. “Even if that is the case, you should rest.” He took a quick drink from the glass, it’s content almost emptied.

MC huffed at his cocky demeanour, “You should rest too. How do I know you’re not drunk?” She flailed her arms almost melodramatically as she tried to emphasise her points.

“I’m not.”

“Really?”

Her husband rolled his tires eyes, “Of course I’m not.”

“Fine...” she mocked like a child, drawing out her vowels. “Then you don’t need that then, do you?” Her eyes were wide all of a sudden as she pointed to the shallow glass in his hand.

Jumin smirked, swirling the dark liquid ominously for a moment, “You won’t like it.”

“You don’t know that,” her whining continued: “I might love it.”

Jumin shrugged, holding out the glass to her and smiling. “Ok. Knock yourself out.”

He sat back in his seat, ready for the hyperbolic reaction his wife would inevitably give. The only thing he wasn’t expecting was for her to swig the whole thing, and all of a sudden his eyes were as wide as hers.

She swallowed it bitterly, her whole face scrunching up as she stuck her tongue out in utter disgust. “Oh my god, that tastes like shit!”

Jumin couldn’t help but begin to laugh as he watched her cover her moth with one hand, her eyebrows knitted together violently. “I told you you wouldn’t like it.”

“Don’t laugh at me!” She forced the glass back in his hand but he did not stop his low cackling. “How can you drink that?”

“Not everything is sweet, my love.” She looked to his toothy grin as he pulled her closer by the hand. “I’m sorry for laughing at you... I’ll come to bed now, ok?”

MC couldn’t help but smile at the sound of his soft voice, her hands cupping either side of his face, “Ok.”

#reblog

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