I‘ll be Late - Jumin x MC
The night’s air is chilly as you sit alone on the balcony. He got caught at work but it’s okay. Looking across at the two full wine glasses you can’t help but sigh into the silent night. Inside you can hear the chaos. With Elizabeth safely hidden in one of the rooms around the house it shouldn’t be a problem but Seven is still charging around with Yoosung dangling off his arm. Yoosung was trying so hard to restrain Seven but to no avail. The racket continued as the red haired hacker reaches another locked room.
Seven catches your eye, giving you a sympathetic smile through the window before dragging Yoosung another meter across the room with a mischievous grin on his face. You could only give him an appreciative nod. They all knew that you wanted to have a moment alone. Zen and Jaehee were engrossed in conversation across the room from Seven. Talking about Zen’s new role which he couldn’t be more proud of. After agreeing to do Jumin’s cat commercial he had been asked specially to perform in an up and coming musical by an unknown director. He had rung you only moments after finding out but he couldn’t get a hold of Jaehee until now, so he was relishing the moment.
You turn back to the night sky, thankful that they allowed you this silent moment. Having the RFA around was always wonderful but you just wanted him home. Your phone buzzes beside you, another message apologizing. It will be another 10 minutes before he can leave. You know he is trying his best and this company deal was important to him so he couldn’t disobey when they scheduled it for tonight. But still, you wish it weren’t tonight. You wish he could be here sooner. You lean into your swinging seat curling your legs up around your chest.
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He was so late. How could he have allowed for it to go on for so long when he had promised MC that he would be there before anyone else. He didn’t even get the change to say goodbye to her as he left in the early hours of the morning. How horrible she must be feeling. He reached down to his phone on empty seat beside him in the car.
I’m so sorry my love, I will be there soon.
He typed out the message but the feeling of guilt that shook through him didn’t receded. He was horrifically late on the only night she had asked for him to be home on time. The only night that it mattered above anything else, her birthday.
I’m almost there my love. I am so sorry. Not too long now.
He hoped the RFA were keeping her company but even at this hour maybe they had gone home.
Almost there. I want to see you. I want to see you so badly my love.
The car turns the familiar corner into the buildings carpark where it is only a matter of steps to the private elevator to take him home.
He fiddles nervously with his cufflinks as he passes the irrelevant levels. He looked down at the bags around his feet. Maybe it was too much? He hadn’t bought nearly as much as he had on Valentine’s day as she didn’t want him to feel the need to buy her material things, she told him multiple times that he was enough… that he would always be enough but he couldn’t help it he loved seeing her eyes light up as he told her the stories of why they made him think of her.
The door was ajar and he could see the aftermath of chaos. He sighed heavily, pressing his strained temples. There was nothing to suggest chaos as one may expect, but the changed positioning of furniture, the stray glasses strewn across the visible room from his position outside the door made him cringe.
He breathed heavily, pushing away his concern for the better reason that he would be seeing her soon. She was only moments away. Only seconds.
He stepped in and felt the gifts slip from his hands.
Seven held her in his arms, as he walked into the penthouse from the balcony.
He felt his heart rate fasten as he looked on at her limp body. He could feel the stinging sense of rage coiling in his body at her being held by another man but from his tardiness tonight he had to right to be overly possessive. Worry took over as she made no sign of moving.
Everything else seemed to drop away, he couldn’t see anything else as he ran across the room towards her. Yoosung stepped into the room from behind Seven, shutting the balcony door as he entered with a finger to his lips.
Only when he was close could he hear her steady breaths. She was soundly asleep as he ran his hands timidly over her face, wiping away a loose strand of hair. “I can take her now,” he says to Seven who willingly places her into his arms. Her skin is cold. What was she thinking, falling asleep outside. He would have to get a doctor in tomorrow to check that she hadn’t gotten a cold.
He gives an apologetic nod to the party in the room and they file out of the Penthouse silently but not before Seven fiddles quickly with the doorhandle of the far room letting Elizabeth 3rd stride out. He gives Jumin a smug grin before speedily running out of the room.
Jumin carries her to the bed, laying her down gently before loosening his tie and sitting down in the seat next to her. As he looked down at her he couldn’t help but smile at the memory, very similar to this of when he first met her. He had stayed awake most of the night watching as she slept.
It brought him a particular sense of calmness that he couldn’t feel any other way.
“My love, I’m so sorry I was late. That I wasn’t there for you on the one day you wanted me to be. I am ashamed at myself. I am ashamed that I couldn’t be a better husband, that I couldn’t…” he runs his hands nervously through his hair unsure of how to act. He removes his jacket and places it down on the chair before gently getting into bed beside her. He softly runs his hand over her hair before resting it on her cheek. He pulls himself up to kiss her forehead, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her into him.
“I’m sorry.” he whispers.
She shifts in her sleep and he freezes, scared he would wake her. A soft hum exits her throat as she shifts her hands to rest on next to his chest. “mmmph” she pushes gently against him with a frown on her face. He chuckles at her expression. She is just too cute, too beautiful and entirely his.
He kisses her forehead again.
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It’s warm. It’s so warm. It was cold before. You push at the heavy weight beside you. Stirring awake your eyes flicker open to those familiar grey eyes. “Jumin… you’re here” you say softly, a smile gracing your lips, touching your tired eyes. His face softens. “My love, I’m sorry I was so late. If you don’t forgive me I will understand. I am a horrible husband and I don’t…”
“Jumin, stop. There is no need to blame yourself. Really, it’s okay, I understand.”
“But I wasn’t there… I…” Jumin’s voice quivers briefly. You reach up placing your hands either side of his face to make sure he is paying attention.
“Jumin. Listen to me. I don’t care if you get caught at work, only as long as you return to me. I don’t care that you weren’t here this evening, only that you are here now.” He smiles but you know its not enough, he is self-depreciating himself again. You lean over and look at your phone. 12.59pm. You bring your phone over to show Jumin, “Look. We still have a minute.” You say with a smile.
“I’m sorry that I was late…” he says sorrowfully. “Jumin, 1 minute… times ticking. there is no need for apologies I told you that.”
“How did I ever get to be loved by you. Someone who shows me kindness when I have done the most horrible thing.”
“40 seconds.”
A geniune smile touches his face as he pulls you towards him. Your lips tingle as he brushes against them. It’s soft, his hand holds you cheek, his thumb strokes against you cheekbones. His touch is so gentle as he leans into you. The kiss dosen’t stop as move himself to lean over you on the bed. You feel his hot breath as he pulls away. He smiles, his eyes clear in the darkened room. His forehead presses against yours as he whispers in the final seconds of the hour.
“Happy Birthday MC.”
