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Just For Tonight: Jumin Han One Shot

With V off the grid, Jumin has been burying himself in work. You can’t be sure if it’s because he’s still unraveling the emotional yarn in his head, or if he’s avoiding the truth altogether. When you first arrived at his place, you’d feared you’d never escape. Jumin was so calm, cool, and collected on the surface, but he was suffering inside, tragically, and in denial. The only way for him to operate was to lock all those feelings away and deal with them in very strange ways.

You’d come to understand him more in recent months. You weren’t all that surprised when he proposed to you are the party, after only knowing you for 10 days. Jumin was the type of man to make quick calculations, react accordingly, and rarely regret his decisions. Others might find him calculating and cold, but you’ve come to know him as passionate and meticulous.

Jumin called you five times during his workday. On his way to the office, after his morning and afternoon meeting, during lunch, and finally on his way home. Like clockwork, he’d call. It wasn’t as if you weren’t busy. Jumin had assumed the role of RFA’s leader in V’s absence, so you were tasked with coordinating party guests.

Jumin respected you, deeply, but he still fought the desire to control you in every way. He’d grown tremendously, but there was a burning deep inside that told him if he didn’t capture you completely, you’d manage to escape. While that was never your intention, you’d grown to understand him, thus you indulge these petty requests. God forbid you to misplace your phone or miss one of his phone calls.

You’d just checked the time, sure that Jumin wouldn’t call you for several more hours, and decided to slip into a warm bath. From the other room, you heard your phone chime but thought nothing particular of it. You’d assume it was a guest reply to an invitation and continue to lavish yourself in the many scented scrubs and oils he’d procured just for you. If there was one thing you were fond of, it was Jumin’s ability to shower you with affection in the form of expensive gifts.

You’d have loved him just for his dedication alone but living in luxury was a welcome addition to your everyday life. You want for not for the first time in your life. As you lather yourself in the delicious scent of peaches and vanilla, your phone seems to rattle incessantly against the table you’d left it upon. You continue to ignore it, all your attention on indulging yourself while the moment presents itself.

As you let yourself sink below the surface, someone starts pounding on the door frantically. You nearly drown to remove yourself from the tub, slipping and sliding across the tile floor.

“For the love of…” Who’s here? You ponder as you carefully stead yourself, wrapping your body in a thigh-length towel.

To time for a robe, you fling the door open. Just beyond, the startled look on your husband’s face greats you.

“Oh.” He looks you over before averting his eyes.

“Jumin?” You eye his suspiciously, “What are you doing here? It’s the middle of the day. Shouldn’t you be working?”

“You weren’t answering the phone.” He flushes before turning away.

“What is it?” You hastily reach for a dressing robe and drape it over your body.

“We’ve discovered something regarding the attack on the messenger. I was worried for your safety. I wanted to see for myself if you were okay.”

“What do you mean, revelation? Have you found V?”

“We have.” His face shows no emotion, but his eyes are in pain.

You gingerly place a hand on his cheek, willing him to look you in the eyes, “Jumin, what is it?”

His lips remain in a firm, thin line as he moves his eyes to meet yours, “Rika is alive.”

Your breath hitches as your hand falls away, “Rika? Alive?” Panic-stricken, your voice takes on a mind of its own, “Yoosung must be beside himself. What about Seven? Zen…”

“They haven’t heard.” His monotone voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

“Is…” You chew your lip anxiously, “Is V with Rika, then?”

With a curt nod, he gathers your fingers between his own, “There’s more.”

“What is it?” You wait patiently for him to continue.

“It appears the hacker that brought you to us, was none other than Seven’s own brother. One that V was made responsible for. Rika insisted that they share the responsibility. I know not of the details, but apparently, neither of them was very good at their jobs.” With an uncharacteristic sigh, he pulls you against his chest.

His heart beats rapidly, and his body is stiff, “What does this mean for us?”

“We can expect another attack,” he gently kisses the top of your head.

“What does that mean for me?” You tilt your head up searching his eyes for the truth.

“I will never let them have you.” His hold tightens until you are unable to breathe.

“Jumin,” You mutter against his chest.

“Never.” Lost in his thoughts, he grips your tighter still.

“I can’t,” try as you might, your words don’t get through and the room begins to turn fuzzy.

“I will never let them harm you.” Finally, he loosens his hold, “My apologies. You aren’t hurt, are you? Get dressed, and then we can talk.”

“Jumin, are you okay?” You tremble slightly as his warmth leaves you.

“I’m fine.” He lies as he turns his back on you.

You grab the back of his suit jacket just as his hand reaches the doorknob, “Please talk to me. I can get dressed in a moment.”

Worried about him, you urge him back into the bathroom, “Very well, but you still have soap in your hair.”

You chuckle lightly, “I should probably rinse this out.”

“You don’t mind if I’m here?” His eyebrow arches.

“Of course not.” You let your robe fall away and slip back into the tub.

“Then, may I assist?”

You flush ear to toes, “Sure, but on one condition.”

“I should know the details of this contract before stamping my signature.” He smirks.

“I’d like for you to join me. You could use a warm bath.” You smile nervously.

“That’s a contract I’d sign any day, no matter the cost.”

You watch as he sheds his clothes, folding them perfectly to ensure they don’t wrinkle. When he’s down to his underwear your stomach flips over himself. Perfectly toned, perfectly groomed, this man is the very picture of perfection. You can’t take your eyes off him as he slips into the tub.

You’d never in your wildest dreams have imaged this man before you, surrounded by bubbles, smelling of peaches. Yet, here he is, the most blissful smile you’ve seen on him yet, Elizabeth the 3rd’s antics in consideration as well.

You run your hands over the silky bubbles, popping a few strays between your fingertips. He watches you, intrigued by the simple motion. You can’t help but wonder how much of that yarn you’ve managed to untangle, just by allowing him to observe you. Would he soon forget all about his long-time friend’s betrayal, or would he choose to overlook it when his father gathered the courage to begin dating again?

As your fingers absentmindedly dart over the surface, your thoughts increase, as well as your doubts. You’d done well, staying by his side for a few days, letting him work through his emotions on his own, but now that you’re married, now that you see him consistently, has he truly forgotten about it, or is he simply satiated with your constant presence? Would whatever was happening with Rika and V change things? Would he revert back to the captor you once knew?

As if reading your mind, his hand finds yours, creeping from beneath the surface, startling you from your increasingly gloomy thoughts.

“I can see the wheels turning in that pretty head of yours. Will your lips find pause, or cooperate with my curiosity?” He brings your fingers to his lips, kissing the tips one by one, before pulling you into his lap.

You feel him tense beneath you as he realizes there is nothing between the two of you unless you were to consider the thin veil of water and suds. Perhaps he's nervous or he's simply remembering what brought him back to the penthouse in such a rush. You were in danger, according to him, but was there really anything to be concerned about now? Even if V was with Rika, and Seven's brother was involved, would they seriously attempt to attack you once more?

“I’m not sure I even know what I was thinking about, Jumin.” You stammer as you settle into his lap, encouraging him to relax.

“I should have asked before pulling you over to me. That was exceedingly rude, even for me” A self-deprecating chuckle escapes his lips as he gathers you against his chest.

“We’re married now, Jumin. While I ask that you consult me before making any important decisions, you are free to embrace me and comfort me as the situation may call for it.”

“Were you not considering how much I have changed over such a short period of time? Or were you thinking about Rika and V? You seemed overly concerned about the other members as well. What is it that troubles you so?”

You wrinkle your nose, but answer him anyway, “How is it that you can read my every thought as if it were written clearly on my face?”

“At times, it is, written clearly I mean.” A small smirk graces his features before he clears his throat anxiously, “I do not know the answer to those questions just yet, my love. I would like to believe this change is permanent, however, I do not wish to lie to you. I would hope that V and Rika, will not attack, but we must prepare for the worst. Your concern for the other members is valid, as I am currently struggling with the same ordeal I imagine V did all of those years. How much to tell, and when.”

“Jumin…” You glance at him warily.

“Please listen, just for a moment. We can discuss the issues with the RFA after we discuss your concerns about us.” He tilts your chin upward, inviting you to scrutinize him freely as he speaks, “I wish to feel secure in our relationship, just as desperately as you wish for me to be secure. I trust you, but sometimes I do not trust myself. I am afraid, that even now, as changed as I’ve become, once I fail to locate and stop whatever Rika and V have planned, once another burden befalls the RFA, I will return to the obsessive, overprotective being I once was. The longer I am by your side, the easier that becomes, but I cannot be sure if that is because most of my focus is elsewhere. For now, I’d like to place my faith in our love and bet that this change in me is everlasting. I promise to continue to work on myself. Should that mean obtaining another hobby to ease my mind, I shall do so. If I am forced to stay away from you during more tumultuous periods, I will grant that wish. Whatever it takes to keep you as my wife, please believe I will fulfill it.”

“That’s very kind of you to say. Jumin, is this… more than just a passing fancy? Is this something you wish to partake in, fantasy-wise?” Your lip’s part, the words flowing freely without question. Only after they’ve been released do you wonder… Is this his fantasy, or am I hoping he might find a tiny bit of that control elsewhere?

“If you are asking whether I considered the option of more… controlling play in the bedroom, I have, but I am afraid that once that beast is unleashed, I may never be able to cage it again. Instead, you may be the one caged.” He chews his lip as he considers both his response and my words, a gesture you’ve rarely seen from him.

“Are you certain it would not help you exercise the issue so that we might have a more normal relationship?” You’re starting to realize that this might be less about quelling him and more about stirring you up.

“I am, however, if I’m honest, I am curious about one thing…” He averts his eyes anxiously before settling his gaze somewhere far away, “I could never see myself asking for his under normal circumstances, however after taking a long look back at my former self, I had one singular thought. What would it be like, to be with someone like me?”

You tilt your head curiously, “You mean, you’d like for someone else to take control for once?”

“That is one of my greatest curiosities. Would you be willing to…”? He swallows thickly.

“Would you be able to give up control for long enough to enjoy it?” You find your body repositioning itself automatically.

“I would be most willing to try. You will find that I am very disciplined when I put my mind to something.”

You card your fingers through his hair, water sloshing around your thighs as you straddle him carefully. Taking a handful of it in your hand, you pull his head back, lowering your lips slightly above his ear.

“Are you certain you want to relinquish control to someone like me?”

You watch his Adam’s apple bob as he replies, “It can be no other.”

You lower your lips onto his neck and bite down with just enough force to leave a temporary mark. A thrill runs through you. What would it be like to hunt the hunter? Your mind buzzes with ideas as you mark his flesh just below the collarbone, ensuring no one would see it. Carefully you consider the best way to go about it and settle on one thing or another.

Tonight, Jumin will be the one caged by the desire of another. Tonight, you will be the predator and he the prey. Just for tonight…

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