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On the Line - Chapter 11

Prompt: Alternate Universe

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Chapter 11

MC clasps her hands tightly in her lap, not daring to say a word. She glances at her fiancé —the word still makes her shudder —from the corner of her eye and sees the stony expression on his face, his features tense. The way he’s gripping the steering wheel makes her feel like he’s imagining it's her neck he’s holding under his fingers.

She knows what’s going to happen next. She’s terrified of what he’s going to do this time.

But MC is surprised to find that she doesn’t regret dancing with Jumin Han.

She feels the heat in her cheeks the moment she pictures her masked prince. The way his arms held her —firm but gentle at the same time. The way he says her name —like he knows how to pull at her heartstrings with just his voice. And the way he looked at her…

MC couldn’t put a finger to it, but there was something in the way the young corporate heir looked at her that makes her feel like…like she’s supposed to remember something.

The car jerks into an abrupt stop in front of the apartment that Chul Soo bought for her and MC closes her eyes, dreading what’s going to happen next.

“Who told you you could dance with him?”

“Chul Soo, it didn’t mean anyt—”

MC flinches when Chul Soo slams his fist down on the dashboard, turning his coal, black eyes on her.

“You belong to me.” Chul Soo snarls, grabbing her wrist and pulling her close. MC gasps but doesn’t resist. The last time she did, he nearly broke her wrist.

MC glares at him, hatred behind her eyes. Chul Soo could see the defiance beneath her gaze, that fire inside of her begging to be released.

He wanted nothing more than to control that flame, make it bend to his will.

“We’re not married yet, Chul Soo.” MC replies, keeping her other fist clenched.

Chul Soo merely chuckles. “Yeah, but I already paid off your aunt, didn’t I?” He releases her wrist, only to reach up and stroke her cheek with his thumb. MC tenses, repulsed by his touch. “Remember how she practically pushed you out of that tiny little apartment, hm? Remember how hard your life was before you met me?”

MC pulls away from his touch, swallowing the lump that forms in her throat. She doesn’t need to be reminded of her horrible aunt or her past. But being with Chul Soo isn’t exactly an upgrade from her previous situation. Sure, MC has her own apartment now. Her own car, beautiful and expensive clothes and she can eat three meals a day.

But at what cost?

Chul Soo smirks at her. “Yeah, remember those the next time Jumin Han even looks at you.”

MC shakes her head and opens her door, climbing out of the car. She slams the door shut and immediately starts walking towards the apartment, not bothering to turn around and watch as Chul Soo drives away.

As she waits for the elevator, MC lets out a sigh of relief, grateful that Chul Soo has business to take care of. She bites her lip, telling herself not to cry, that everything will be okay. But she has the scars and bruises to prove that everything will not be okay —things might even get worst once she’s living under the same roof as that monster.

Hate bubbles in her chest as she remembers her aunt but she immediately dismisses it. She can never hate family, no matter what they’ve done to her in the past.

The elevator arrives and she steps inside, punching in her floor and wiping a stray tear from her cheek. When the doors close, she unclenches her fist and smoothens out the elegant piece of paper she had crushed.

Even the paper screams luxury. The gold-stamped letters reflect against the lights of the elevator and MC holds the card closer to her. Her heart pounds hard against her chest as she skims over the name written on the card.

The card he had slipped into her hands while they were dancing.

The card she kept from Chul Soo the entire ride home.

Who are you, Jumin Han?

Jumin Han has entered the chatroom.

Zen: I really hope I get this part.

707: Cat mom has entered the chatroom!

Jumin Han: Luciel, you’re here.

Zen: Wow he just ignored what you said

707: *glasses breaking emoji*

707: Has our Mr. Trustfundkid been abducted by aliens??

707: Perhaps this is his clone?!

707: PERHAPS THIS IS ACTUALLY ELLY~?

Zen: Or maybe he’s had too much to drink at that fancy party of his.

Jumin Han: I can hold my own liquor, Zen.

Jumin Han: But I have something more important to say to Luciel.

Zen: Oh sure, don’t mind me.

Jumin Han: If that’s what you wish.

Jumin Han: I would gladly ignore you.

Zen: *speechless emoji*

Zen: I was being SARCASTIC.

707: Lololol

Jumin Han: Luciel, how much would it cost to hire you?

Zen: ?!

707: ?!

707: You want to hire me?

707: THE DEFENDER OF JUSTICE?

707: Is this for a girl, perhaps~?

Zen: Lol no way that jerk will get a girlfriend before me.

Jumin Han: It’s complicated.

Jumin Han: …but yes, it may involve a lady.

Zen: *shocked emoji*

707: *love emoji*

Zen: YOU’RE KIDDING, RIGHT?

707: I accept cash payments or maybe a new baby~

Jumin Han: Baby?

707: Yes.

707: A car

707: That lovely new sports car in the display window of that car store across your building

Jumin Han: Is that all?

Jumin Han: Consider it done.

Zen: *speechless annoyed emoji*

Jumin smirks at the actor’s annoyed response. As he was about to type in the details, his phone rings and an unknown number pops up on the screen. He immediately sits up in his sofa, surprising Elizabeth the 3rd with his quick movements. The cat purrs and stretches before settling back into the couch and going back to sleep.

Jumin hurriedly scrolls past Zen’s rant about him and types with shaky fingers.

Jumin Han: I have a call. Luciel, I will contact you.

Jumin tries to calm himself but he can feel the harsh beating of his heart. In nervousness? In anticipation? Both?

He slides the button to accept the call and puts the phone to his ear.

“Hello?” he says in his usual tone. Inside, his heart is drumming against his chest in anticipation; he wants nothing more than to hear her sweet voice once again.

“Hello?”

A smile spreads across his face as her voice echoes in his mind. A calm feeling settles over him and he relaxes back into the couch, happy. He’s grateful she didn’t throw away the card he had slipped into her hand and even more grateful Chul Soo didn’t find it.

“MC. Are you alright?”

“…yes. Thank you for asking.”

She pauses and Jumin scrambles for something to say to her. He doesn’t want to scare her off by telling her he is madly in-love with her, but he doesn’t want to pretend she doesn’t matter to him as well.

Because she does.

She means everything to him.

“What a weird question to ask.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Why would you think I wasn’t okay?”

He smiles to himself. Her perceptiveness is just as he remembered. But then the image of the bruise on her neck flashes in his mind and removes the smile from his face. He can’t risk scaring her off by telling her he saw the bruises; Jumin reminds himself yet again that this MC doesn’t know him yet, doesn’t remember their past like he does. He has to take things slow.

“Ah, your cheeks were a bit red earlier this evening. I hope you didn’t catch a cold this evening.”

MC blushes on the other line. Oh my God. This man didn’t miss anything, did he?

“Ah, no no, I’m alright. Just had a little too much to drink perhaps.”

Okay, it was a teeny, tiny lie. But MC isn’t about to tell him she’s attracted to him! Especially since he’s Chul Soo’s new business partner.

Jumin resists the urge to chuckle. He had watched her all evening and she never had a drink.

“I hope you feel better now. Is there anything I can help you with? Why did you call?”

MC fidgets with the edge of her oversized shirt. Why did she call him? The real reason —she wanted to hear his voice again. His deep baritone calmed her and she wants to understand why.

She isn’t going to say that to one of the most powerful men in Korea though.

“Um. I just wanted to thank you for inviting me to the party tonight.”

I wanted to propose to you tonight, Jumin wishes he could tell her.

“Of course. It was my pleasure, MC.”

“I also wanted to ask...Why did you give me your card? I was surprised when you slipped it into my hand.”

“So you can call me if you ever need anything.” Jumin answers without hesitation.

MC can feel the heat radiating from her cheeks.

This man…what the hell is he making her feel? She’s never felt this way about anyone before. No man can make her blush or grin like an idiot like this man is doing right now.

“I...Why not give me your assistant’s number though? I mean, I really appreciate it, Mr. H—”

“Please, call me Jumin. Mr. Han is my father.”

MC giggles and Jumin melts. He would give her anything just to hear her laugh.

“Jumin. Sorry. This feels so unnatural. You’re one of Korea’s most powerful businessmen and…this is unnatural.”

“There’s nothing unnatural about this at all. I am also just a man, MC. I hope you would change your view of me someday…There is more to me than wealth and power. But please, don’t ever hesitate to call me should you need anything. I’m always here for you, MC.”

Tears blur her vision as she clutches the phone in her hands. Jumin Han might be the first person to ever say that to her. Scratch that —he is the man to ever say that to her. Now she feels bad that she knows nothing about him except his fortune and business. Apparently, he is a kind and caring man too and she wishes she could have met him before getting engaged to someone else.

Not that she has any chance with him in the first place.

“But why? Why do you care so much about a stranger you just met tonight?”

Because you’re no stranger, MC.

Out loud, he says, “Perhaps it’s because I don’t want us to be strangers to each other any longer.”

“…Excuse me?”

“It is indeed odd to care so much for someone I barely even know. I would like to change that and get to know you better. Is that alright?”

MC can feel the warmth spreading across her cheeks again and wonders if it’s possible to combust just from hearing someone’s voice over the phone.

This is wrong, MC.

If Chul Soo finds out she’s been talking to Jumin Han, she’s dead.

But…

She can’t resist him. It’s like there’s a force that’s making her gravitate towards him, making her dream of a better ending to her story —maybe a happy ending with him. Jumin rekindled the one emotion MC thought she had lost a long time ago:

Hope.

She grins and hugs her pillow to her chest.

“Well…since I can’t sleep, I’ll humor you.”

Jumin lets out a soft chuckle, smiling. It feels like yesterday when he said the exact same thing to the MC from 1950.

“Why don’t you try counting sheep?”

MC laughs.

“You’re so weird, Jumin. I never thought I’d hear you say that.”

“Like I said, there’s more to me than my wealth and my business.”

“Do tell. I’m very intrigued.”

He tells her about Elizabeth the 3rd and the RFA. About his best friend who’s a famous photographer and his father, whom, despite being a womanizer, he loves dearly. He tells her about his fascination with the dark arts and his hobby of reading.

MC giggles and it’s music to his ears.

“So let me get this straight: this Zen guy doesn’t like you because you’re rich?”

“It would seem so.”

“He doesn’t seem like a very nice person.”

Hallelujah. His smile grows bigger as does his love and respect for her.

“I mean, it’s not like we can choose our families, right?”

“I agree with you completely, MC. However, I’m being quite rude. I’ve been talking about myself for a while now and I would like it if you told me a little about yourself. Do you have a family? What are they like?”

The line goes quiet for a moment and Jumin has to check the screen to see if the call has been cut.

“MC?”

“I don’t think you’d like my story.”

“Unless you’re Zen’s sister, I would very much like to hear about your story.”

MC laughs.

“No, I'm not his sister. That would’ve been nice though. It means I could’ve met you earlier.”

Jumin resists the urge to go to her then and there.

But then MC sighs and he hears her shifting on whatever she’s sitting on.

“Well, for starters, I’m not rich. In fact, I’m the exact opposite.

My parents died when I was little and my aunt had no choice but to take me in. She was struggling as well and had her own children, so she hated me from the moment she saw me in the hospital.”

Why am I telling him this?

MC wonders, biting her lower lip. She barely knew the guy. But there’s just something about Jumin Han that made her feel at peace, made her feel like she could trust him.

She takes a deep breath and continues.

“Her first husband left her for another woman, a wealthier woman. Her second husband was a drunk and an addict so she left him. Her current husband is part of —”

Jumin can feel her hesitating and makes a mental note to do a background check on MC’s family.

“—part of Chul Soo’s business. He earns money and keeps my aunt and cousins alive, but he doesn’t earn enough. My aunt used to take the salary I got from work, but with the amount of debt her second husband left her with and her children’s university fees, nothing was ever enough.

She blamed me for her situation though. Said she never should have taken me in. I was the bane of her existence until Chul Soo and I met.”

Jumin has a feeling he knows what happened after that. If history was repeating itself, then the aunt must have arranged her marriage with Chul Soo.

“Long story short, she sold me off to Chul Soo for a huge sum. And now here I am. The bargaining chip for my family’s brighter future. My aunt didn’t think I was so useless after that.”

MC lets out a sad laugh. “I’m sorry, that’s terribly depressing, isn’t it?”

“I’m so sorry.” Jumin says softly. He didn’t miss the sadness in her voice —the same sadness from all those years ago.

Jumin closes his eyes. How could he not have known? How could he not have searched for her? She has been right here all this time. He could have saved her from ever meeting Chul Soo. Saved her from her terrible fate.

“Oh don’t be. We can’t choose our families, right? It’s okay. I’ve accepted my fate.”

If MC is trying to reassure him, she’s doing a terrible job of it. He could hear the tremble in her voice, the uncertainty behind her words. She doesn’t want this and the two of them knew it.

“You don’t have to pretend with me, MC.” Jumin says softly.

For a moment, there’s silence. And then he hears her quiet sobs over the line and he gets to his feet.

“MC —may I go to you?”

“W-what?”

“Please. I can’t stand the thought of knowing I made you cry without being there to comfort you. If you would allow it, let me be there for you.”

“But, Jumin…Chul Soo—”

“I can take care of him.”

“No, Jumin —”

“Please, MC. Please let me see you.”

“…okay.”

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