omg i love the whole secret dating fic! i was wondering if you could do a continuation? like before the rfa found out. cute secret and stolen moments between jumin and mc
Oh, I’m so glad you liked that prompt! I’d be happy to do a continuation of sorts!
Also, don’t worry I’ll be doing what you asked in the other ask, I’ll just be filling it out in the first set.
Thank you and I hope you have a fantastic day ♡〜٩( ˃́▿˂̀ )۶〜♡
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The RFA had noticed a slight shift in Jumin.
Well, perhaps not slight.
Jahee had noticed how he began to congratulate employees, even offering her vacation days without any dock of pay.
She swears he even laughed softly at a few jokes.
Perhaps a smile here and there.
Zen had noticed when Jumin had mentioned his liking to french fries, shortly after a date between the two of you.
“This has to be a joke right?” He had sent into the messenger, rapidly darting with questions to everyone involved. “How come you’re not being your usual self?”
“Don’t you like caviar or whatever rich people like?” He had continued.
“Do I look like the type to like fish eggs Zen?”
“I don’t know! Don’t all rich people like it?”
“That sounds like a stereotype.”
You couldn’t help but feel a warmth spread in your chest at the surprise.
Especially since it wasn’t, in fact, some elaborate joke.
The two of you were simply together.
The two of you would call each other at nearly every opportunity you were given, excitement bubbling in both of you as the other’s voice slipped through the phone.
Jumin always spoke with love laced words, even his stressed tones becoming tranquil and content as he heard your voice.
Whenever the two of you came together he was hesitant to let go, as though you were a figment that may fade away with the next passing breeze.
He was surprised to see how much you simply enjoyed his presence, never seemingly wanting anything else than to simply spend time with him.
He had never had that before.
But he couldn’t have been happier to have found out.
His mood certainly reflected that.
And the whole RFA noticed.
So much so that a ‘meeting’ of sorts was arranged.
Specifically without Jumin.
It was ‘confidential’ after all as Zen said.
Yet you may have been a spy of sorts then.
You had all gathered at Zen’s apartment, his frantic texts blasting your phone.
You arrived with the others, giving the actor horrified expressions as you showed the constant notifications that flooded your screens.
“Desperate times call for desperate measures.” He shrugged ushering you to the living room. “And this is really desperate.”
“Jumin being happy?” Yoosung tipped his head to the side in confusion. “You’re making it sound like a bad thing, but isn’t it a good thing…?”
“T-That’s not the point!” Zen replied, huffing. “It’s why he’s acting like this! He’s never been this way before!”
As theories sprung you immediately texted him.
It was a bit too good not to.
“Zen has set up an emergency meeting. He thinks you’ve been acting weird.”
“I believe the exact term is lovestruck.”
Your face lit up to the shade of a strawberry in moments.
“Maybe someone hacked into his brain?”
“It wasn’t me!” 707 yelped, furrowing his brow as though he was offended.
“This is silly,” Jahee stated, cross her legs as she sat beside you.
“Well, do you have any ideas?” Yoosung asked.
“He’s occasionally had several espresso shots…perhaps this time he took one too many?”
“And it’s lasted this long?”
“A coffee frenzy is one theory.” You messaged Jumin, an amused grin tugging at your lips.
“It seems you really have had quite the effect on me.”
“Also someone may have hacked your brain?”
“I have very tight security, I doubt it.”
“Maybe he’s found a girlfriend?” Yoosung chimed, shrugging.
“Unless it’s Eli it’s impossible~.”
“Mr. Han has never shown an interest in relationships. If that were the case, they’d have to be a rather tolerant person to…handle him.”
“Do we know anyone like that?”
All eyes gathered to you.
“MC?” Zen scrunched up his nose before near snorting. “She’s an angel, but no one could tolerate him enough to date him!”
“That’s a bit mean.” You muttered.
“The idea of you having to put up with him is mean.” 707 patted your shoulder lightly. “I’m sure it gave you shivers.”
“That is mean.” You puffed out your cheeks indignantly.
“Girlfriend has been crossed out.”
“Does that mean you’re not my girlfriend then?”
“I’d like you to be my wife someday if that fits. Would that make you my ‘wife to be’?”
You clamped a hand over your mouth to keep from squealing, an obvious red covering your cheeks.
“No, I think I found something I’d like much better.”
“Would you mind if I referred to you as the love of my life instead?”
“Woah…MC is it hot in here or something?” Zen peered towards you. “Do you need me to get you a fan?”
“She’s redder than my hair!”
“Luciel, I don’t think that’s helping.”
“I-I um…w-where’s the bathroom?”
You instantly rushed towards it, slamming the door behind you.
“You nearly blew my cover!”
“Did I make you flustered?”
“Does that mean you liked the idea of being called the love of my life?”
“And if someone asks you about me how would you refer to me as?”
You received no response at first, your feet anxiously tapping against the tile floor.
Until your phone finally buzzed to life.
“I can see why that caused you to nearly lose your cover.”
“I’m currently the same shade of a tomato, to be frank.”
“Does that mean you want me to call you that?”
There was an immediate response, as though he didn’t even have to think about it.
