#juminxmc

[yoosungisbabie]

on the ride home

jumin x mc

rating: G

warnings: none♡

word count: 3k

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summary

Jumin accompanies Jaehee and MC to view a potential venue for their next RFA party. He doesn't realize how strongly MC affects him.

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“I’ll leave you to think it over. Please let me know if you have any more questions,” the manager said, bowing respectfully as he exited the room.

Jumin fixed his suit jacket for the seventh time in the past five minutes; there was nothing else to do. That particular suit always hung weird, so instead of looking at the uninteresting room the three of them were standing in, he focused on his jacket.

“So, what do you two think?” MC wondered aloud, clasping her hands together behind her back. Her eyes were alight, but Jumin failed to see what there would be to appreciate about the subpar banquet hall they stood in. He glanced around once more, almost to humor her, and let his eyes roll over the dull chandelier and aging upholstery.

“I’ll need to ask about the maximum capacity limit, the entrances, and what catering would look like before we commit to anything,” Jaehee spoke quickly, holding her clipboard tight to her chest. MC’s smile only widened, her eyes softening at Jaehee.

“Of course,” she agreed, nodding along before her eyes shifted to meet his expectantly. He took a deep breath in through his nose, nearly forgetting where he was going to start his grievances. The unbothered sparkle in her eyes was uncharacteristically distracting to him.

“Assistant Kang, please also investigate the hotel’s status further. I’d like to know their banquet reviews and frequency,” Jumin started, straightening his back and glancing over as Jaehee began to scribble on her clipboard. “I’m interested to know the turnover rate of their employees and what training they go through before anything.” The confidentiality of their guests was extremely important, and nothing could go wrong at the party due to the lack of proper training on the hotel’s part.

A small frown grew on MC’s face, drawing his gaze curiously. Was she displeased at the amount of help he was offering her? He normally took the role of investigating the possible hosts of the locations for their parties.

“That sounds great, Jumin,” she sighed, unclasping her hands from behind her back. “But– here! Just imagine it,” she grinned, changing her aura almost instantly. She quickly walked to the middle of the room, gesturing to the left side of the hall.

“We can have all the tables here, and we can hire that company for the centerpieces that we were talking about,” she began, nudging that last comment at Jaehee. “The refreshments can be set up there, and oh! I was thinking we could have V’s auction set up on the opposite side of the room. I want to give him space to arrange his pieces the way he wants, and–”

“I think he’ll appreciate that,” Jaehee interjected, smiling back at MC. Jumin was watching her, not realizing that his hands had relaxed at his sides. He quickly stuck them in his pant pockets, but the almost-anxious action caught MC’s attention.

“Jumin? Can you see what I mean?” she asked, walking closer to him once more. He raised his eyebrows, his eyes flitting around the room as he tried to visualize the ideas she had proposed.

“I think we should still review all the options, but if you would like to be in charge of how we arrange the room, you are welcome to,” he replied, looking back down at her as she breathed quickly out of her nose like that was the wrong answer.

“What about the view? The Seoul skyline?” she prompted, stepping to his left side so they were both facing the wall of windows to the east. She steadied herself with one hand on his forearm, using her other to point out at the windows enthusiastically.

“The Highrise Enthusiasts will love it, don’t you think? And once the sun begins to set?” she asked, almost commanding more of his attention than what had been drawn to the sudden upset feeling in his stomach. He stared down at her, seeing her wide smile and trying to figure out why he felt slightly sick. Had the minor change in his breakfast routine thrown off his perfect equilibrium?

“Consider it?” MC urged, her mouth softening into a gentle smile directed at him. He moved to speak, feeling his stomach clench once more in distress. Perhaps he should have stayed at the office to finish his paperwork instead of accompanying them that day.

“I’ll try my best to see your vision,” he agreed, nodding along before pressing his lips together. It was only when MC backed away, satisfied with his answer and releasing her light grip on his arm, that he unclenched the fists he’d made in his pockets.

“I’m not settling, but I think this would be a lovely venue if we don’t find another good option,” she offered, tilting her head at Jaehee. The two girls smiled at each other, and Jumin took a deep breath to try to settle his heart rate. He would definitely need to talk to his dietician, if not his doctor. Maybe the air in the banquet hall wasn’t filtered correctly? He couldn’t think straight.

“We can definitely consider it, MC,” Jaehee said, glancing up at her boss. He nodded at her, avoiding the party planner’s eyes as he turned back towards the entrance of the hall.

“I believe we should go before the traffic gets too much worse,” Jumin spoke quickly, wondering if there would be hardly any traffic outside. He led the way, bowing to the hotel staff as they took the elevator down to the ground floor.

MC gushed about the lobby when they passed through, latching onto Jaehee’s arm but not surprising the assistant in the least. Jumin watched with intrigue, interested as to if the small gesture had really been the reason for the ill feeling that hadn’t quite left him.

Driver Kim was waiting with the company car for them just outside the entrance, and to Jumin’s slight surprise, the lunchtime traffic was actually a little worse than usual.

Jaehee sat upfront, leaving Jumin in the backseat with MC. Driver Kim pulled out into the street quickly, knowing that they would want to get back to the office as soon as possible.

“I think Zen would really like the red accents in that hall, don’t you think, Jaehee? I only just thought of that,” MC commented, pulling out her phone. “I should send him a picture.” Jumin couldn’t help but peek at her phone, watching her send a picture that he hadn’t realized she’d taken. Jumin was in the picture, and Jaehee was hidden behind him as they had been talking to the manager. The subject of the picture was the stage at the head of the banquet hall, but the fact that Jumin was also in the picture alleviated some of the heat that rose to his ears when she had opened her private chat with Zen.

Jumin focused his attention back on his own phone, reading over the emails he had received while they had taken their short trip. The car was mostly quiet except for the light air conditioning and the gentle piano sonatas that Driver Kim always played on the radio. But before long, MC began to yawn, making Jaehee laugh after the first subsequent few.

“If you’d like, I could make you some coffee before you head back,” Jaehee offered, making MC smile and hum thoughtfully.

“That sounds lovely, thank you,” she replied, locking her phone and placing it and her hands in her lap. “I can’t sleep very much lately.” Jumin’s ears perked up, his attention shifting from his emails to their conversation more fully.

“Is that so?” Jaehee replied, turning in her seat to look back in slight concern.

“Oh, it’s just the transition from my old apartment to Rika’s apartment and now my new apartment is definitely an adjustment,” she explained, shrugging at Jaehee. “I’m used to a lot of background noise, so I need a good fan or something to–” She interrupted herself to yawn again, giggling herself out of it and making him finally look up at her completely. The sound was hard for him to ignore, for some reason.

“To drown out the quiet,” she finished, stealing a glance at him before looking back at Jaehee. He blinked at her comment, thinking about how quiet his penthouse was. If he compared it to the noise in the car at that moment, he could almost feel his ears ringing at the intense silence he would find in his own home. A strange thought then popped into his head; he wondered if she were ever to visit his house if she would hate it, or if her pleasant laughter would fill the space instead. But when his mind slipped into wondering what position she would sleep in or what she would look like waking up in the morning, he minutely shook his head, trying to clear the strange thoughts that seemingly came from thin air.

“I wouldn’t mind helping you look for a high-quality fan,” Jaehee spoke up, pulling him from his momentary daze. Again, he felt a strange sensation in his stomach, and he wondered if he really was developing an illness.

“Oh my goodness, please don’t,” MC said quickly, waving her hand dismissively. “I could never add more to your plate, Jaehee.” His assistant made a strange noise, somewhere between a sneeze and a cough, but brushed it off quickly and excused herself before turning back around in her seat.

The soothing piano melodies took over the quiet of the car once more, and Jumin went back to his emails, trying to find where he’d left off reading.

After only a few more minutes, he heard a small snore come from MC, and his eyes were drawn almost immediately to her. She had her head tilted back against the headrest, her mouth slightly open, and his first thought was of how quickly she had dozed off.

It was a long moment that he stared at her, seeing the rise and fall of her chest and listening to the air pass through her lips. Jumin realized how unexplainable his gaze would be if anyone saw him, so he pulled his eyes back to his phone, absentmindedly opening his browser. He began researching top-reviewed fans, but his mind switched quickly to another query.

How to fall asleep in my apartment if it is too quiet

Jumin had blocked out all other noise, focused on his research when there was sudden pressure and warmth on his left shoulder. His eyes moved before any other part of him could, seeing the top of MC’s head in the corner of his vision. His heart executed what he could only describe as a high jump, nearly eliciting a vocal reaction from him.

His whole body felt frozen, stuck in midair. Was she still asleep? If so, would she wake up if he so much as breathed? He anxiously tested it, feeling her body rise and fall with the rhythm of his breathing, and in doing so almost missing the rapid rate at which he was inhaling and exhaling. He tried to relax, staying as still as possible. He would much rather her be comfortable than him, even if that meant they would stay like this for the rest of their car ride.

Jumin looked back to his phone, exiting his browser and switching back to his emails. It was almost too much to try and focus on anything but the pattern of her breathing or the way he could barely feel her feathery exhales brushing the back of his hand.

When Driver Kim made a sudden stop, MC’s head slipped forward, nearly shifting off of his shoulder. She made a dissatisfied noise, raising his heart rate as she repositioned to move her whole body closer to his side. One of her hands found the crook of his elbow, her gentle grip hardly even noticeable through the fabric of his dress shirt and jacket.

He focused on his own breathing, wondering why her proximity was making him feel so uneasy. Maybe the combination of her closeness, her hand on his arm, and the way the simple scent of her shampoo was lingering in the air was the reason for his mental disquiet. But before he could take too long to dwell on it, they had arrived back at the C&R building. The dim lighting of their underground parking garage cast long shadows into the car, and he couldn’t help but tense up as he realized what was about to happen.

Jumin couldn’t bring himself to move, even as Jaehee opened the door for him. His assistant paused, glancing in at the both of them in confusion.

“Mr. Han? Did she real fall asle–” Jumin held a hand up, motioning for her to be a little quieter.

“What should I do?” he whispered without thinking, turning to glance at the woman lying against him to hide the way his face began to warm. He felt so unlike himself, but it seemed as though he didn’t have any way to control that fact for the time being, not with her there asleep on his arm.

Jaehee was quiet for a moment before clearing her throat and prompting him to look back at her, feeling an unexpected dependency on his assistant.

“I think you should wake her up,” Jaehee whispered back, pressing her lips together quickly to avoid smiling. Jumin pretended not to see that, furrowing his eyebrows at her. “If you move your shoulder slowly, she will probably begin to fall and wake up,” she offered, drawing an even more confused expression from him.

“I thought you would have a helpful answer,” he murmured to himself, trying to think of a solution quickly. Normally the security guards waiting nearby never bothered him, but even having Jaehee as an audience to whatever was happening felt intrusive.

“Please take the security guards and gather everyone for our one o’clock meeting,” he instructed, watching from his peripheral vision as Jaehee paused for a moment before nodding and turning away. Once she and the guards were closed in the elevator, he let out a slow, even breath.

He turned to look at MC, his chin almost brushing against her hair. He tilted his head forward slightly to see her face, his chest tightening when he saw her in the dim lighting. Her hair was hanging slightly in his way, but her lips were opened slightly in a pout, drawing his eyes first. He’d never noticed how long her eyelashes were or the pleasing slope of her nose until that moment, and the slightest color in her cheeks nearly made him reach up to feel the warmth waiting there. The thought of touching her was what made him release the breath he’d been holding, the air from his lips blowing her hair against her nose. It seemed to tickle her, her eyes fluttering and her face scrunching in response.

Jumin startled, pulling his face away just in time for her eyes to flutter open. She took an unsteady breath in, lifting her head to look around.

When their eyes met, hers blew fully wide, both of her hands shooting up to cover her mouth. The color of her face went red, a shade even more pleasing than before, even if he couldn’t see it as well as he would have liked in the poor lighting.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to fall asleep!” she exclaimed, her eyebrows pulling together like she wanted to cry. Jumin’s heart leaped, his unexplainable delight switching to regret.

“It’s alright,” he responded, shaking his head quickly as he moved to take off his seatbelt. She did the same, pressing her hands to her cheeks while he stole a glance at her. She looked distressed, but she was blushing and fixing her hair nervously. As she pulled it behind her ears, she moved to look at him. He quickly looked away, stepping out of the car and offering her his hand to help her out. She hesitated but took it, and the feeling that started in his fingertips and radiated through his whole body almost made him pull her into him again. But he controlled himself, watching as she walked past him towards the elevator.

Jumin faltered for a moment, hesitant to follow behind her too closely in case she was still uncomfortable. He shut the car door behind himself, buttoning his jacket and fixing his sleeves. He took even strides over to the elevator, glancing at her for less than a second as he stepped inside and selected his floor.

They were both silent as the doors closed and their ascent began, and Jumin wondered if she could hear the way his heart was racing in his chest as it pounded in his ears.

“Jumin,” she called, making him flinch. He played it off by brushing imaginary dust from his sleeve, glancing over at her. He had only intended to turn his head enough to imply that he was listening, but once their eyes met, he didn’t dare look away from such a sight.

She was smiling, a light pink settling over her cheeks as she blinked up at him.

“Why are you blushing too?” she whispered, pressing her lips together when his eyes widened. He felt his face grow even warmer, a heat simmering along the entire expanse of his body. Her expression could only be described as teasing, and the idea brought a whole new level of depth to the way he felt ill.

“I-um,” he started, surprising himself when he stuttered and was at a loss for words. While his mind scrambled to put any words together, either in response to her or for an explanation as to what he was experiencing, she giggled into her hand.

Jumin knew right then that even though he had no idea what she was doing to him, he would do everything in his power to make sure that it wouldn’t stop.

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thank you so much for reading! i haven’t been on here in a hot minute, but I had started writing this in october and thought I might as well get something out. I love writing and sharing it, so here are! 

if you liked, please like, reblog, and leave a comment in the notes or in the tags! thank you <3

mel x

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[rusgard]

Alright I did this one for Jumin's bday last year but no one has to know

Also bonus:

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[apenapaperandadoofus]

I've been feeling pretty tired so here's some comfort Jumin thing I wrote that's been on my mind for a while

Morning Cuddles (Jumin x MC)

You wrinkled your nose as you felt the soft white fit tickle your face. You half opened your eyes and saw a white ball of fur, purring and rubbing all against you. Elizabeth once again dived and bumped her head against yours, and you let out a chuckle.

"Mmm. Good morning to you too." You smiled as you ran your hand along Elizabeth's back, petting her.

Elizabeth, now satisfied that she got the attention she well deserved, jumped off the bed and walked to the living room.

Not wanting to get up there you slowly stretched and turn to look at the other side of the bed. You couldn't help the big smile that appeared in your face as you took in your husband, sleeping in with a happy expression on his face. Slowly you ran your fingers through his hair and then, feeling a bit more brave, you traced your finger down his cheeks and lips. You were going to move to the lower lip, when suddenly a pair of black eyes made contact with yours. You stopped dead in your tracks, and your husband sleepily smiled against your finger, and then proceeded to open his mouth and suck in it. You let out a shocked gasp and laughed, gently hitting his chest.

"Jumin! What- don't suck in my finger like that, what are you, five?" You teased and he chuckled as he let your finger go and then got up to lean on his elbows, looking at you.

"That was a little revenge for waking me up love. I didn't know you liked to watch people sleep." He smirked.

"I- no I don't! Well...just you, and that's because you have such an adorable face while you sleep."

Jumin chuckled and buried his face in your neck, a big smile on his face. "Oh really? I believe the one that looks adorable when they sleep is you."

"You flatter me Jumin but I assure you, it's definetly you! Whenever you're asleep you look like a happy child, dreaming of magic and candy and other stuff, and I suddenly get this sudden urge to-" you poked his cheek. "Pinch your cheeks and then give you a big kiss!!"

Jumin laughed and pulled away to look at you. "Do I? Then let me tell you love, I am definetly not dreaming of sweets or magic. Instead my happiest dreams are the ones where I get to hold your hand and walk along the beach while the sun sets. Or maybe dancing under the stars, the moon shining brightly above us. I'll admit I've never really had my cheeks poked, but I definetly wouldn't mind the kiss."

You gaped at your husband, and he raised an eyebrow as if telling you "why are you standing there, I'm waiting for the kiss."

Jumin was usually the one taking the lead, so you felt a bit shy to be the one starting everything this time. Jumin patiently looked at you and gave you the sweetest smile.

You felt yourself blush a bit and then, after a random surge of confidence got closer to Jumin, only stopping mere inches away from his lips.

"Well then....I shall kiss you. You deserve it for being so cute after all." You quickly pecked his cheek and then buried your face in your hands, blushing like crazy.

Jumin laughed and you felt yourself blush even more.

"Ahhh Jumin!!! Stop laughing at me!" You groaned, and Jumin laughed even more. Then he slowly grabbed your hands and took them away from your face so you could look at him.

"I'm not laughing at you. I just find it so cute that even after years of being together, you still become flustered about the littlest things my love."

"W-well I can't help it! Besides of course I will blush, even if you're my husband I still can't get over how handsome and wonderful you are, and I get nervous of kissing you!"

He caressed your cheek gently. "Love, it's alright. I find your reactions so beautiful, and I feel the same way when I look at you."

You raised an eyebrow. "Really? You get nervous?"

Jumin nodded. "Of course I do. Everyday I find myself waking up to my beautiful spouse, and everyday I fall deeper and deeper in love with you. I can't believe how lucky I am to have you here beside me."

*Aw Jumin...." You smiled and then, before he could say anything else you kissed him. Jumin let out a content sigh and slowly melted into the kiss, which was becoming faster and rougher. He gently pinned you down against the bed and when he pulled away, the two of you panting, he leaned his forehead against yours.

"I love you MC."

"I love you too Jumin....now why don't we continue?"

Jumin smirked and nodded. "As you wish, my love. I will show you how much you mean to me."

....

You laid on top of Jumin's bare chest and he kissed your forehead, a satisfied smile on both of your faces.

"Jumin..."

"Yes love?"

"I promise I will never leave your and that I'll live with you for the rest of my days. I really and truly love you, Jumin Han."

Jumin stayed quiet for a minute and then gently cupped your cheek to position your face closer to him.

"And I will love you for the rest of time. I promise, MC. I will always love you, no matter what."

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[lovehatemysme]

[Jumin x MC] [Pure Smut]

Jumin placed a kiss on your shoulder as he helped you slip out of your robe and watched you as you walked towards the steaming bathtub. It was a well deserved relaxation after a long day, your hair up in a bun as you slowly dipped into the tub. Jumin followed suit as he hung the robes, you moved a little to give him room as he sat behind you. The room had a few scented candles lit here and there, just something you put on a whim to make it more relaxing and a little bit romantic, it's not everyday you could take a bath with Jumin after all. 

"Mmm," you let out a contented sigh as you relaxed your body against Jumin, your head on his shoulder while you felt the warm water against your body, as if it also steams your stress away.

Jumin kissed the back of your ear, his hands ghosting on your arms, fingers dancing through your skin as he trailed all the way to your hands that rested on his knees. His touch was soft and delicate, taking your hand he brought it to his lips, kissing each fingertip before placing a kiss on the back of your hand. A lazy smile on your face as you indulge yourself with the warm bath and Jumin's affections.

"Does this feel good, my love?" Jumin asked with his tone low, his lips beside your ear that his breath tickled you. His hands now ghosted on your sides, tenderly stroking your body with his slender fingers. You nodded as you raised your arms and rested it on the edges of the tub, giving more access to Jumin and easier for him to explore your body.

You sigh once again as you felt heavenly while Jumin glided his hand around your waist and pulled you a little closer, his hands then held your breasts, you moaned softly as Jumin squeezed them lightly. Maybe it was the water getting into you, but you started to feel hot, your hand going up and grabbing Jumin’s head, pulling him closer. Jumin leaned down and licked your ear, his fingers starting to tease your erecting nipples. 

“Jumin~” the water splashed around as you buried yourself back to Jumin, his other hand sliding down to your thigh as he pulled your legs apart. You gasped as Jumin’s fingers brushed on your sex, your head turning to bury your face onto Jumin’s neck. Your chest started to heave high and low, your grip on the tub became tighter. 

Jumin continued to lick your ear, his hand squeezing your breast while his thumb glides on your nipple, the other hand on your sex with his two fingers circling your aching bud. You could feel something pool inside your stomach, the teasing building your pleasure as you mewled in Jumin’s arms. Jumin inserted his fingers inside you, you tighten around his fingers as he rubbed your sweet spot inside. His arms locked you in place as he busied himself to pleasure you, the water splashing as his hand moved with his fingers inside you. 

“hAahhngg~” your moans echoed inside the bathroom despite trying to bury it on Jumin’s neck, you could hear his heavy breathing and grunts as he moved his hands. Your moans alone aroused Jumin, his hardening cock hitting your back that you started to grind your body against his to feel more. Your hand caresses his head desperately trying to cling onto him as your pleasure spiraled inside you. 

“Come for me, my love,” Jumin grunted as he felt your insides tighten around his fingers. You felt that knot of pleasure inside of you, with Jumin’s words you came undone as his fingers continued to rub your sweet spot. Your body quivered as you came, mewling as Jumin nibbles your ear with his other hand kneading your breast. 

Your mind blank and high in bliss while your body relaxed once again against Jumin's body.  His arms and legs supported you and prevented you from slipping down while your arms fell onto your sides. Jumin caressed your body as you calmed, his touch sending pleasurable sensations that had you moaning softly. You laughed softly as you felt a hard and lengthy member poking your back. 

Gathering up your strength you held onto the edge of the tub as you rose, turning to face Jumin while he had a brow raised watching you. As if answering his unspoken question, you sat on his crotch, your sex cradling the base of his cock that Jumin hiss through his teeth at the contact, his hands quickly placing themselves on your waist to hold you. You held his shoulder for support while you also took his pulsating cock on the other. 

Jumin swallowed hard as you started to pump him, his eyes closed as he felt your touch. You watched his face distort, his brows meeting, his jaws clenching, you felt enthralled watching him that you leaned and started to place kisses along his jawline. You rubbed his tip with your thumb and Jumin grunted, his lips parting away as he breathed heavily. You placed a kiss on his neck before resting your head against his chest and watched your hand pump his cock. You could see a generous amount of precum floating and your own fluids on his cock. 

You bit your lip as you started to fasten your pace, his hold tightening on your waist as he could feel his climax nearing. Jumin’s hips jerked slightly, the waves splashing around as he tried to control his own movements. He leaned down and grunted, his fingers deepening on your skin as you watched cum leak out from his cock, your hand slowing down from its pace as you pumped him still while you felt it started to soften under your touch. 

You could hear his heavy breathing become steady, his grip loosening as he composed himself again. A realization came onto you as you watched the white substance float on the water, laughing softly as you looked up to Jumin.

"We have to wash again," you said, Jumin chuckled as he kissed your temple and slowly guided you to stand as he stood. Draining the tub, Jumin took the shower head and started to wash you off, taking his time on every inch of your body. You felt like a delicate flower with his soft touch, a smile on your face as Jumin continued to wash you. 

When you turned around, Jumin placed a kiss on your shoulder as he whispered a praise, worshipping your body. Jumin never failed to make you feel beautiful, and you made sure to return the gesture as you washed him off too, whispering praises that made Jumin's heart warm. It was always your words that reached him, that went beyond seeing his physical form, it always felt like you knew him by soul. Your eyes that would look into his, your touch that sent warm feelings, it was sincere and unadulterated love. 

Jumin turned around and tucked a loose strand behind your ear, pulling you a little close for a quick kiss he palmed your cheek. A soft smile on his face as he looked at you, he couldn't help but chuckle thinking how the relaxing bath came to be. 

The air smelt fragrant with the candles, the walls ringed with murmurs of affections, their bodies relaxed with the steam, and their hearts filled with happiness at each other's arms. 

♥ Master list ♥

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[remiyi12]

Catboy Maid Jumin 🐾

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[shittylongcatposts]

Can I request P for the soulmate prompts with Jumin please?

Thank you for the request nonnie and i'm super sorry that it took so long! I gotta say my mind went blank for this one at first, i always ended up having a smol idea but then it vanished into the void again 😿 anyways!

I still hope you enjoy this one :3 (i dunno where this is going as I'm writing it now- surprise! Haha)

Soulmate Au: P - Passing senses (Jumin x Mc)

As long as Jumin could remember he never had any health issues. But a few days ago the teenager started to lose some of his senses on some days and others on another day. One day he woke up and couldn't see a thing, everything was just black and he couldn't even feel anything he touched nor taste his food.

He sat at the doctors office tapping his feet on the ground, waiting for the doctor and his father to come back inside again.

When the doctor finally opened door again, holding it open for Jumins dad he jolted up, an uneasy feeling spreading through his body and he knew something was up.

" What is it, doctor?", He asked, his voice breaking nervously.

"Nothing serious, see, your father and I spoke a lot and we came to the conclusion that you're stuck together with a soulmate. It's really unusual, but some soulmates pass their senses onto each other."

"How is that possible? Am I bound to a person, that can always steal my senses, how rude. I wish to stop this right now, father. How am I going to pass school, if I am not in full control of my body?"

"My son, all you have to do is find your soulmate and you're going to be fine~ Look at your mother and me, we found each other too, we broke up though but thats nothing you have to do with your soulmate..." The Chairman said and patted his sons head, who scoffed while hushing back from the touch of his father.

"yeah like that's how i am going to be happy" Jumin whispered, thinking about his soon stepmother to be who clearly didn't feel a thing for his father, her only interest was the money he had.

A few years later Jumin and his soulmate arranged each other pretty well, splitting up the senses was pretty exhausting but it was a fair thing to do. To him the worst days were the ones where he couldn't see, this black void he was left behind with scared him, and pulled these threads tighter and tighter. His thoughts ran wild and he had no one he could talk to. Not even Jihyun could help him in these moments.

Studying abroad was quite the expiriance for Jumin, he got to talk to a lot of interesting person, some gave him a really good insight of their live, peaking up his interest like Jihyun used to do. And then on one of the last days of his last semester abroad he met Mc.

It was on a party on a day where he couldn't see a thing. One of his fellow students threw a party and invited everybody as it seems. Sadly Jumin had no vision this day, so the massive noise level stressed him out. But then there was one voice that sounded not like the others, it was nice and warm and felt oddly familiar to him. He followed the voice, one hand always running along the walls guiding him towards his goal. Finding the voice.

But it disappeared so suddenly. A little disappointed he leaned himself with the back against the wall, checking the many different voices once more. But it was no where to be... Heard.

"You don't seem to be as drunk as the others." It was her. This voice. Warm, kind, soft. He didn't know if she was talking to him or somebody else though, so he decided not to speak up.

Then he felt somebody poking his shoulder. "Hey, you, I'm talking to you. Don't ignore me"

Jumin turned his head around, hoping it was somewhat pointing in her direction. "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know you were talking to me. No I'm not drinking, I need to find my way back to my dorm later."

"Hmm ... Wait are you... Blind?" The young man heard her sighing even without giving an answer she seemed to know. "I'm sorry, I hope I..."

"it's ok, you don't have to apologize." Jumin cut her off and offered her a weak smile.

After a long pause he wanted to break the ice again and asked for her name. While talking he found out that she couldn't hear and read his lips for the whole time, which was pretty impressive to him, she doesn't seem to have a big problem with it. The evening went on and the more drunk the people around them got, the more uncomfortable the both of them felt.

"Why don't we change our locations? To... Somewhere more peaceful?" Mc suggested and hooked her arm under his own, guiding him towards a small garden area, that seemed to be near by her dorm. " I love it here, it's so peaceful and quiet and on some days, the wind rushing through the leaves sound like waves."

He nodded along, carefully listening into the dark. And then he shook his head in disbelieve.

"Wait, didn't you explain to me earlier that you couldn't hear?"

"Only on some days, it changes day by day." She shrugged it off as if it was so.erhing completely normal and he nodded along.

"Hmm I know that, it changes for me too everyday. Actually you are the first person I met that has the same "problem" as me."

"Is this a soulmate thing for you too?" The young girl asked. Even though he couldn't see her face or anything right now but he could feel her gaze lingering on his features. Oh, How much he wished to see her right now, he was so intrigued by this person that stood right in front of him, how much he wished to take in her features, as she did with him right now.

He felt a strange tension building up in between them and a knot formed on his stomach, leaving an unknown feeling to him. Something he never felt before.

"yes, it is." He finally answered, hearing his own voice breaking.

"Hmm let's see, what kind of senses do you have today?" Mc asked.

"I can hear, and feel today, tomorrow my soulmate allows me to smell, taste and see then."

"that's.. odd" She stuttered, and he felt her shivering. With a quick move he offered her his jacket, thinking it came from the cold wind that came up. "I have those senses right now." She whispered, her voice barely making a sound.

"That... Really is odd." He felt his threads pulling tighter and he gasped for air. His hand grabbed her arm roughly in his panic, his thoughts ran wild again, jumping from thoughts of his parents and his stepmothers. What if she was his soulmate? Why did he have to find her now, right when he was about to go back home.

"Jumin? Are you alright?" His heartbeat slowed down when he felt her habds cupling his face. His skin burning under her touch. No this can't be. How could she calm him down like that?

He felt tears building up in his eyes, streaming down his face and over her hands.

"Stop crying, Jumin, you're safe. Breathe. Slowly." She told him, rubbing his tears away. "It'll be ok, I'm sure of it."

Still sobbing he pulled her into a hug, only now he realized that she had the perfect height for him too, he rested his head on the top of hers, holding on to her tightly.

"i'm here Jumin, my..." He could hear her sniffle into his shirt. Leaving wet spots with her own tears.

"soulmate." He completed her sentence with a sob. Both of them giggled, rubbing their tears away one last time.

Then he placed a kiss on her forehead. "Now that I know who you really are I would never let you go again."

She pulled him down to bring her lips up to his, they were soft and warm. "Do you think we both feel this at the same time one day?" Mc asked curiously.

"I really hope so. Let's find it out together."

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[fano1222]

Just I CANNOT lol

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[mystic-oneshots]

Morning Video Call

This little one-shot was originally for Jumin week but I wasn’t able to finish it on time but I still wanted to post it! Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 1415

(Fluff)

I wait eagerly for Jumin's call. He's away from the city on a business trip and the only way to hear his voice right now is through a call. It has become a habit of ours that each morning we will wake up and wait for the other to video call so we can have a morning drink together, much like how we would do if he was home with me.

My legs fumble in anticipation under the dining table as I look at the screen of my laptop. My hands mildly shaking in excitement as they grasp the hot mug in front of me. I don't want to wait any longer. A smile grows on my face with every thought related to being able to talk with my husband in just a short moment.

Just as expected, at 8:30 on the dot, a call comes through. Jumin's name pops up on the screen and I instantly click the accept button as if my life depended on it. And there I see his face!

"Good morning, my angel." His warm voice greets coming through the speakers. He's already dressed for the day. His hair all brushed and shiny, a fresh and clean-shaven face, and his suit constructed perfectly to form around his body. The professional manner of this man is extraordinary I admit. It makes me look lazy compared to him, with my hair thrown up carelessly and still in my dressing gown

"Good morning! I miss you so much!" My expression softens, the longing feeling of wanting him home slowly filling me up to the brim.

"No words can describe how much I want to be home with you right now, darling. Only one more night and I'll be by your side again." His words melt my heart. I cannot wait much longer. The penthouse is far too empty without him here, even though I have Elizabeth for some company.

I take a sip from my cup, taking a moment to process the flavor of the steamy beverage. A milky Earl grey with a spoonful of sugar to sweeten the bitterness of the black tea. A common brew Jumin would usually enjoy whilst at home. It helps to make it feel like he's here with me.

"What have you got this morning?" I ask in intrigue as I gesture to the camera at my own mug. Jumin smiles as he sips from his own. A satisfied sigh escapes as he parts his lips from the cup's edge.

"Americano today. I need that little bit of extra energy to get through today's endeavors. Of course, I'm guessing you have the usual?" He responds. I hold my cup up confidently and nod my head towards the screen. I take another sip.

"I accidentally made more than I should of! I guess it was out of habit like I was making you a cup too!" I fiddle with the handle of the ceramic and let out a subtle laugh at my mistake. Reflecting on the small incident makes me wish for him to be home right now even more!

Jumin chuckles and comments on what I said. He reassures me of his schedule for tomorrow, how he'll be leaving early in the morning to get the fastest flight back to the city to meet his father in time for lunch. Secretly I was hoping he'd offer for me to join him but I'm guessing that his father would only want to meet with his son to discuss his trip. After lunch, he explains that he'd have the rest of the day off to spend time at home with me! I don't think my smile could get any bigger!

"Is there anything you want to do when I get back? Maybe go out for dinner or go shopping?" He asks before taking the last sip of his coffee. I sit there for a moment, my head perched on my hand as I tap my lips with my fingers. Many thoughts run through my head. Anything with Jumin would be a pleasure so I have a wide variety of choices. One thought constantly reoccurs, however. I just want him to be home!

"I honestly just want you here at home! I don't need to go out, not for a meal or spontaneous shopping sprees. The only place I want to be is in your arms, maybe sharing tea?" I imagine. "What if we used that old teapot we got as a wedding gift? We could have a tea party!"

"Aren't we a little old for tea parties, MC?" Jumin chuckles at the thought, his cheeks a blurry shade of pink on the laptop's display.

"You can never be too old for a tea party!"

A knock on the door comes from the other end of the line and I watch Jumin's head turn to look in the direction of the noise. He gestures for me to wait as he gets up from his seat to answer. The picture is too pixelated for me to see clearly who was there but I can just about make out the audio. Does it seem like someone had given Jumin something or maybe a few things? It's very hard to tell.

"I apologize for that, my love. It was one of the assistants here giving me the paperwork for my morning meeting today. Oh, and another coffee!" He relays back to me as he returns to his seat, placing the new cup down in front of him. A small stack of paperwork lays within Jumin's clutches. His delicate fingers flick through the individual pieces of paper to check that everything is there before placing them down on the table in front of him as well.  He then drinks some coffee.

"Go easy on the caffeine, yeah? Too much won't do any good for you!" I say with a hint of concern in my tone. My husband's expression softens and his face gets closer to the camera.

"Please don't worry, darling! I'll take it easy. This will be the last one I promise. I just need a little boost to help me throughout this busy day today." The paperwork finds his hands again and he begins to read the first page.

I lean back in my chair, holding tightly to my own mug as I observe him through the screen. I know that once he's finished that drink he'll have to go. I wish I could find a way to make him stay longer but then I'd make him late for his meeting and he'd be in trouble. Being separated from your loved ones is always difficult, especially if it's your soulmate! I should be used to this by now with the number of business trips he's been on but it's a feeling that I don't enjoy.

I watch the expression on my husband's face change as he studies the paperwork. It shifts from frustration to boredom all within a matter of seconds. It's possible the subject matter of his meeting isn't to his liking which would be a reasonable explanation for how he looks. IT's also fairly obvious that he's stressed too. Oh, how I wish I could help him out!

With every sip of coffee, Jumin gets more and more agitated. Is there something wrong with what he's been provided? Or could it purely be because he knows that this will all be over tomorrow and he can't wait for it all to finish?

I look down into my own mug. I've barely reached halfway through my tea. It must be getting cold by now. Maybe I could convince him to stay until I've finished my drink? No, that's too selfish!

"Is there something wrong, darling?" Jumin grabs my attention. "You've gone quiet..."

"No, I'm fine. I was just thinking that's all!" I reply with a weak smile. "Thinking of ways to make the day go quickly so you can come home sooner!"

He chuckles. A toothy grin plants itself across his expression.

"I'll be home before you know it! In the meantime, enjoy your day for me!" I blush at his words.

He's right. I should try and enjoy the day. If I sit around being all sad and bored, then time will only go slower. I must make the most of the time I have on my own as it's only a matter of time before he is here with me again. I think that thought alone will keep me going!

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[fukiouh]

I’m still wearing the smile you gave me🌸💗

Hi guys, I’m posting something new after like a half a year? I´m sincerely sorry, but so MANY things happened during the unwanted hiatus. But the major problem which occured and kept me unmotivated for the majority of time is that my old laptop broke down. It was basically the blue screen of death and OF COURSE I forgot to back up almost of all my data and mainly to back up my art so I lost literally everything except school work.. I was so mad at myself, ya’ll have no idea, I couldn’t even look at the graphic tablet without feeling regrets, yikes. But since I’ve been in quarantine, I installed back the drawing softwares into my new laptop and been drawing ever since.

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[tuudles]

It’s my husbando of 3 years birthday today T^T Happy birthday Juju ! Thank you @cheritzteam for creating this amazing and this amazing character that I love so much !! 

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[yoosungisbabie]

pajamas - day seven

@juminweek2019

jumin x mc

rating: T

prompt: {striped shirts} / silk underwear

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

word count: 2,500

ao3 link

[my Ko-fi♡]

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jumin Han: I don’t know.

ZEN: What do you mean;;

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ZEN: No!!!!

ZEN: Never!!

ZEN: Don’t even think about pajamas.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~~

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

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

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

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[space-kitten-606]

(F)risky Messenger

This little something was an idea born through a convo between @shittylongcatposts​ and I. Congrats again, sweetie, for 666 followers ~ please enjoy! Also I’m so sorry.

Jumin moaned at the feeling of Mc’s hungry kisses traveling along his jawline. His hands helplessly gripped her waist, as he tried to push her off him. There was no denying he wanted this, his body reacting to every little sensation. The timing, however, was beyond impractical. 

“I’d love to stay and enjoy myself with you darling”, he sighed, “but I’m already late for work. So please-”

“If you’re already late anyway it doesn’t matter, does it. Even if you’re going right now, it won’t make you less late.” Pleased with her logic, she grinned and let her tongue run over the shell of the heirs ear. “Let’s play for a bit ~”

Her insistence drew a low chuckle out of him. Simple thinking like this must truly be delightful at times. “Actually, while you’re right about me being late anyway, it would still make me be even later. Which is quite unprofessional, especially for someone in my position.” 

With this, he finally managed to put some more proper distance between himself and his wife. She looked at him with a prominent pout. 

“Okay, fine then.”, she said as she dropped it. “Let’s do something else instead. A deal of sorts.”

“I assure you I am not opposed to continuing this later.”

“That’s not what I meant. I’m not going to play with myself throughout the day, and neither will you. Not that you were going to anyway Mr. Professional. But I’m not going to refrain from sending you some of the pictures I know you appreciate.” 

Nothing out of the ordinary so far. Just that, usually, Mc wouldn’t announce it like this. 

“Before you ask, the catch is simple. Every time I send you one, you’ll send one back.”

Jumin looked at her proudly laying out her idea, dumbfounded. How exactly was she thinking this would go down? 

“Mc….dear...I. I can’t just undress while I’m at work. Just think what would happen if somebody were to see me.” As much as the idea made his heart pound in his chest, he couldn’t possibly think about this without also thinking about the repercussions it would have if he was caught. After all he had an image to keep up. It had dramatically shifted since him and Mc got together, in a positive way, but if it were to shift into the direction of him being improper, it would truly be a disastrous outcome for the company. 

Mc just giggled at his worried demeanor. “You’re not going to undress completely, you dork. Just. Send me a little snapshot of your little friend underneath your desk, you know?”

He raised a brow. His friend underneath his desk…? 

“I- don’t know what you think I’m doing at work, but I don’t have any friends hiding underneath my desk? Do you mean like a pet?”

Almost in an instant, Mc’s eyes filled with tears as she broke out in laughter. Now what did he say this time? Jumin felt the his lips falling into an awkward half smile, he was happy he could make her laugh like this, but he was truly puzzled as to what she was referring to. 

“J-jumin you…”, she broke out into another wave of laughter, trying very hard to regain her composure, but whenever she looked at him she would start again. “God. I’m so sorry. It’s just. Okay. When I said ‘your little friend’ I was referring to your dick. I’m asking you to send me a dick pic.” 

“You want me to send you a picture of my genitalia?”

“Yes.” 

She only barely managed to press out her answer. Mc was standing slightly bent over and breathed heavily. Her outbreak had left her quite winded. 

“I will send you something nice to look at some time today and you’ll send me one back, okay? It’ll be fun!”

Her idea of fun was not exactly what he had in mind when she first asked him about making a deal for today, but Jumin wasn’t going to deny her request. 

“Alright.”, he nodded and placed a soft kiss on her red face, “I shall remember to do that later. I will be off.”

Ever since he left his wife this morning, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander back to their “Deal”. He couldn’t fathom why Mc was hoping to receive a picture like the one she requested, when most of his research on the idea seemed to bring up women stating their discomfort at one of those “Dick Pics”. Now. Many sources also mentioned that they disliked it because it seemed like some men would send them out unrequested. To strangers even. What an estranging thought. 

Most of his attempts of focusing on his work completely seemed in vain. No matter what he did, the heir’s mind kept cycling back to their morning, Mc’s request and the things he had learned since. Sighing, he leaned back in his chair as he tried to make sense of the words in the document in front of him. His gaze jumped to his phone silently vibrating next to his keyboard. A bit hesitant he reached out to it, unlocking it with a quick swipe. A notification informed him about a message from Mc. Jumin checked the time. It was around noon. Maybe she thought he’d have a little more time now that most of his employees would make sure to get something to eat? It was with no doubt very thoughtful of her to respect his concerns he had voiced earlier. 

Tapping the message revealed a quite invigorating image. Mc was wearing a set of revealing lingerie he hadn’t seen on her before. It was see through for the most part and some bits and pieces were decorated with tasteful lace. His breath quickened at the sight and he could feel his face heating up. Good thing he did not have anything coming up right now. It would be impossible to even attempt to explain the shade of red his features had turned into. Jumin licked his lips, his heart rushing in his chest at what Mc was expecting from him now. It was just a picture but it did not make it any less exciting to him. Was that how he was supposed to feel? 

Another message showed up on the screen. 

“Don’t make me wait, daddy. Show me how big you are ~”

Reading the words made a shiver run down his spine. Was he already taking too long? His gaze wandered down to his crotch. The suit pants did feel awfully tight around that area. With slightly shaky hands, he opened his belt. Oh god. He really wanted to touch himself. As much as he wanted to, it was against their deal, wasn’t it? Jumin was pretty sure Mc had said something about that, but his hazy mind made it hard to remember. The only thing he seemed to recall were her hands on his body, grabbing and stroking him and her lips wandering across his skin. Trying to get the image out of his head, he took a deep breath. A photo. All he had to do was take a photo and then...then what? Pushing the thought aside, he freed his erection from his pants. It was so sensitive, the smallest brush of the fabric against it was almost unbearable. Jumin reached for his phone, opened his camera application and snapped a picture. Was it good? It was a bit blurry, like most of his attempts at photography, but it was still recognizable. He took a second picture, just in case, and sent them both. Two is better than one, right? 

Leaning back, he tried his best to breathe evenly. He had always succeeded in not letting his mind get to him too much, so this should be something easy to overcome as well. Maybe he should direct his mind to think about something less pleasing to the eye? On his desk, his phone started vibrating again. And again. And again. Mc must really enjoy his pictures, if she sent him so many messages now. A proud smile decorated his features. Curious to see what she thought about his attempts, he opened the notification. 

“Uh.”, said the very first message. Followed by: “Is that. Is that what I think that is?” 

The reaction left him quite confused. 

“Of course. Do you not like them?”

“That’s. Do you want an honest review? Or…?”

So she did not like them. Maybe he took them in a wrong angle?

“Please, darling. Do tell me what I did wrong then?”

“Darling?”

“Yes?”

“Jumin I. I suppose these were supposed to be for Mc? lol As for the quality. They’re a bit blurry, but I mean. It’s nice I suppose lolol You don’t expect one back, do you?” 

“Your mannerism is quite peculiar, but I’m happy to see you still like them, dear. And of course they were for you, please drop the joke. You’ve already sent me one first, I don’t think another should be necessary.”

“....Jumin. Read the contact on the top of the chat. ^^;;”

Still confused at her strange reaction, he followed the messages suggestion. The name on top of his conversation was not the one he had expected to say the least.

“Luciel???”

“...yeah? ^^”

“Why would you hack into my conversation with Mc like this?! This was meant to be private, you should be ashamed of yourself.”

Luciel’s antics were something he had grown to expect over the years, but this time, he was crossing the line. 

“YOU sent them to ME lmao I wish this was my own doing, but this was all you Juju lolol” 

“I would never send you something like this. Delete these images immediately.”

“Do I really have to?”

“Delete them. Right now. You’re not supposed to have them.”

“:(“

“Do it.”

“I have, don’t worry. Nice to know what you guys are up to while you’re at work lol”

“Never speak about this. To no one. Especially not Mc.”

“But why?! It’s so funny! I could tell it to your children to embarrass them in front of their friends!!”

“NO.”

“That wasn’t a question but a very good example.”

“I don’t care what it was, you’re not going to talk about it. To anyone. Now stop messaging me, I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

Jumin left the chat. At least it was a private conversation. God knows what would’ve happened if he had sent this into a group chat. At least his excitement had ebbed away over this. Luciel attempted to send him a couple more messages, his curiosity as misplaced as ever. The heir ignored him and entered the right chat instead. Mc had messaged him a couple times in the meantime. The first few messages she sent were still filled with lust and excitement, teasing him for taking his sweet time. However, the last one was filled with slight concern. Because of his lack of an answer, she seemed worried that he got caught after all. Jumin sighed and shook his head. In a way, he’d prefer being caught trying to take a picture where nobody really sees. 

“I shall send you the pictures, if you still want them, but I am afraid I’m not fond of the idea of doing this again. Forgive me.”

Mc answered his final decision with confusion, asking him what happened. There was no way he could just tell her so openly. Jumin closed his eyes. He had to come up with an explanation by tonight, or find a way to distract her. The thought made him grin to himself. The distraction was likely the better option. 

“I’ll make it up to you, darling. Wait for me tonight. And keep your end of the deal, will you? No playing until daddy comes home…”

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger jumin han #mystic messenger 707 #mystic messenger saeyoung choi #juminxmc #my writing #this is a bit naughty y'all #the last third of that is probably the worst thing I've ever put out. in my life

[rusgard]

Hi everyone, I've been lurking around for long enough, guess it's high time I actually posted something lmao

#mystic messenger #jumin han #juminxmc #mystic messenger jumin #my art #be prepared bc 90% of my content is just jumin #i just think he's neat...

[napporin]

cant help falling in love

#napporin art #mystic messenger #jumin #jumin han #juminxmc

[lovehatemysme]

[Jumin x MC]

"Do you really have to go?" you asked worriedly as you handed Jumin's mask. Even with C&R adapting to the work from home setting, Jumin being the executive director doesn't grant him much the luxury to stay at home always as he still needed to be onsite to overlook some areas.

Jumin sighed as he looked at your worried face, he disliked seeing you in such a state, to cause you worry and distress, but he himself doesn't have much choice.

"Don't worry my love, I promise to keep safe," he said as he took your hand and kissed it. You smiled at his gesture and helped him put on his mask, he kissed your forehead before he slipped the other garter on his ear and your smile grew wider.

You sighed as Jumin left, sure Jumin had all employees tested, made precautionary and preventive measures apply, but still, you can never tell.

Jumin wanted to assure you he was okay, and so he texted you every hour or so about his whereabouts. You felt a little bit secured with his updates, but still felt wary. Usually he only needed to go to the office, but today he had go to different sites. While it made you feel safer, you also felt sorry that Jaehee was accompanying Jumin. You ought to treat her after this pandemic, you thought to yourself.

With the tasks stacked up, Jumin ran late as he had dozens of places to go. When he came home he saw you already asleep with your phone on your hand, waiting for his texts and calls. Jumin smiled at that thought, and as much as he wanted to lay beside you right away he took a shower first before slipping next to you.

You rouse to sleep when you smelled a familiar scent and warthm surrounding your body, fluttering your eyes open you saw Jumin's face inches away, his body against yours as his hand held your back. You smiled looking at him as he was fast asleep, he must have been exhausted you thought.

Your brows then furrowed when saw a line on his cheeks, his skin still dented from wearing the mask. You traced the line with your finger and sighed. You inched closer to kiss the dented skin, wishing to wash it away with your lips.

Seeing it still there you frowned then sighed. Tomorrow Jumin stays home, at least it made you feel at ease. You closed your eyes as you fall back to sleep, his warmth around you making you feel cozy. You could never get tired of his warmth, you thought, you smiled as it lulled you to sleep.

#this was inspired from a fanart #i saw jumin with mask marks and i was just 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 jumin babey 🥺🥺🥺 #mysme #mystic messenger #mysticmessenger #mysme jumin #jumin han #juminxmc #jumin x mc #c writes

[askmcs]

RFA + Saeran playing Animal Crossing Headcanons

Jumin

“What is this strange game? I don’t understand the appeal”

“Look, honey! That cat villager looks just like Elizabeth”

“…”

He becomes addicted in a couple of days

His sole interest in the game is having just cat villagers and making everyone else leave

Yeah, he’s that person

“Jumin, love, it’s 2 am, can you please come to bed?”

“Not now, Monica! Rosie wants to move away! I need to convince her to stay, by all means!”

Also complains a lot about Tom Nook

“He’s not supposed to anticipate all costs. His business is faulty and reckless! How can he be so rich?!”

He’s probably gonna pay Nintendo to introduce new cat villagers, including a villager that resembles Monica and one that is identical to Elizabeth 3rd

Doesn’t really care about other stuff, but manages to be rich even there, he’s really methodic

Zen

“Zen! You should totally check this game out!”

“Well, I’m not really into games but if that makes you happy I’ll try it, babe”

He would have never played if it wasn’t for Miriam and Yoosung

But once he starts, he can’t stop

Became BFF with Sable as soon as the Able sister’s shop was unlocked

He is a frequent visitor

His only interest is to have the best style out of all, and decorate his house the best way he can

Always broke

Like, he can’t fish or catch bugs, he’s really bad at it

So he asks friends to lend him bells

“Zen, I love you, but I won’t give you 1’200’000 bells for a crown!”

“Come on, babe. It looks so good with my outfit!”

Other than that, he also likes to use emotions as much as he can

And goes around his fans’ islands to hang out and make them happy

He is not the type to dislike “ugly” villagers, but he kinda prefer good looking ones

Like “Whitney is so cute and beautiful!! I want her!!”

AND DENIES EVERY SINGLE CAT!!

Seven

“Hey Martha! Guess who’s already cracked the game?”

“PLEASE LET ME HAVE JULIAN THE UNICORN AS A VILLAGER!!”

Of course he hacked the game from the very beginning

Rumors says he’s the one responsible for the tarantula’s glitch in New Horizons

His island usually has rare fish and bugs

And rarely normal ones

Sea bass is a long forgotten nightmare on “Space station Island”

He has unlimited bells 

And he created an accurate and beautiful Elly villager that Jumin would kill to have

He pranks Yoosung on daily basis

His villagers doesn’t really like him because he pranks them too

But at the end of the day, they never move out

They can’t muahahahahah

He always helps Martha when she needs something for her island, and hang out a lot

They make a formidable duo

He gets the more fun out of everyone else in the RFA

Saeran

“Sae, I think this game is really therapeutic, you should try it”

“I see, Angel, maybe I’ll give it a try”

Hacks the game too

But he just makes the game nicer and more relaxing

Fishing is easier, and you know the fish beforehand

He adds Ice cream

…and that’s pretty much it, since the game itself is pretty chill

Loves to water flowers and make nice patterns and decorations

Loves to add usually unappreciated villagers or creepy ones

His favorite is Coco

Not a real fan of design. His house is pretty normal 

He only uses gifts, never buys anything for himself

So he’s loaded

And buys gifts for others

“What, Zen, you want a crown? Sorry, I just bought one for Coco”

If some visitor tries to do something bad to one of his villager

…or messes up his flower pattern

well…

he better watch out his save files

Anyway he really likes the game, especially when he plays with Margo

Yoosung

“OMG MINDY DID YOU REALLY GIFT ME ANIMAL CROSSING?!”

He can’t afford it, to be honest

So Mindy buys it for him 

They play together

Yoosung is a pretty normal player

Goes fishing, catches bugs, sells stuff, tries to pay the mortgage 

He’s always nice to his villagers 

And gets pretty sad when they are mean to him

“Why do you hate me Eloise?! T.T”

“Aww, cutiepie, no one could ever hate you!”

“She gave me a trash can and said “This reminded me of you” T.T”

“…”

Eloise mysteriously disappeared the day after

His life in animal crossing would be pretty normal if it wasn’t for Seven’s pranks

“AHHHHH TARANTULAS EVERYWHERE!!!”

“WHY CAN’T I CATCH BUTTERFLIES?!”

“Sea bass? BUT IT WAS A SMALL SHADOW!!!”

He’s a fan of events

And also likes to have outfits similar to LOLOL ones

He really likes the game, all things considered

Jaehee

“Why should I play this game?”

“Come on, Baehee, It’s really stress relieving”

She doesn’t play much

Like once or twice a week for like half an hour, to relax a little

She likes the museum

Dislikes Tom Nook at heart

She just does normal activities like watering flowers, fishing etcetera.

Has a Zen themed island

Other than that, not really into decorations

She takes what she gets

Not picky at all, accepts any villager

But has a soft spot for Caroline, since she was one of the first villagers she had

If The Roost was still present she would have loved it and Brewster

Too bad

To be fair, she doesn’t understand the hype, but has a nice time with it so whatever

#MM #Mcs #Mystic Messenger #Headcanon #RFAxMc #Jumin Han #RFA #Seven #Saeyoung Choi #Saeran Choi #Zen #Hyun Ryu #Luciel #Yoosung Kim #Jaehee Kang #Juminxmc #Zenxmc #Sevenxmc #Saeyoungxmc #Saeranxmc #Jaeheexmc #Yoosungxmc #animal crossing new horizons #acnh #animal crossing #mysme