@juminweek2019: Ludus
(I'm late- oopsies also ehm it's a little spicy but not too much)
“Jumin? Darling” you called out from the bathroom, desperately trying to pull up the zipper.
With fast steps, the called man approached the door, opening it a little to still give you some privacy. His dark locks poked inside.
“I need your help. I can’t close the zipper of this stupid dress.” “I- It’s not stupid, dear, it really suits you.” He countered instantly while eyeing the view in front of him. You stood there in a wonderful gown, one he picked out just for you.
“Yeah, you haven’t seen the back of it yet.” you laughed.
Jumin walked inside the bathroom, a grin on his lips and his ears turned red.
You faced the mirror above the sink, showing your date for the night, the undone zipper. Jumin took both hands and stroked them up your arms massaging your shoulders before placing a kiss on the crew of your neck - one of your favorite spots ever. You shivered when his cold delicate fingers touched your soft skin, but still you melted into his touch. “I think you look rather stunning.” He kissed you again. “To be fair, I wish I could look at this view all day, but I don’t wish for any other person to see you like this”. Another kiss. You moaned softly. Wishing you could both just stay at home. Unfortunately he stepped back. But before starting to close the zipper he looked down - eyeing something. You couldn’t tell what it was.
“My love. Don’t you have another bra?”
“What did you just say?”
“I asked you if you have another bra, because this one looks rather ehm… fuzzy, old and”
"Excuse you? That is my favorite one! I will not change into any other, because this one is comfy! the comfiest i have!”
“Listen darling, this is a really important Gala and I really don’t want…”
“Don’t want what, Jumin? Are you really saying I should change my stinky underwear, because you’re afraid somebody might see - how? huh. Tell me how they will see it?”
He scoffed. Breathing in to remain calm but that reaction just made it worse. You were cooking inside, ready to fire back.
“Darling, this Bra looks rather old and in fact I do fear that it’ll burst into ashes tonight, I mean look at all the fluff rests and one of the hooks is coming loose too. Please, my love just wear one of the new ones.”
“Stop it right there - Mister. I’m sure if I open one of your drawers there is a stinky old boxer, brief or whatever, we all have comfy underwear and who cares if we wear them? Who cares if there’s a fucking bit of fluff on it or if it has a hole or two? Hm?" You walked into the bedroom standing right in front of his drawers now, ready to pull it open with full force. “I don’t have any.”
“Oh, You don’t, huh? Let’s have a look then.” With that you opened the drawers and everything you saw was clean and neatly stuff away.
“See. I told you.” He stood right behind you again, looking over your shoulder and whispering into your ear. A devilish grin playing around his lips as he embraced you.
"Liar. They are somewhere. I'm sure of it.” You nodded certain that you would find them one way or another - some day or another.
“I’m afraid we have only a few minutes before we need to go.” His dark voice asserted from behind you. But instead of releasing you from his embrace he placed one hand on your thigh. “And I could think of doing something that’s a lot more pleasant than fighting with you.”
He pulled you closer to him, so you could feel what he was thinking of. With a one swift movement you turned into his arms, kissing him hastily. Your hands fiddled with the buckle of his belt and when it finally opened you pulled down his tight suit pants just enough to show his fuzzy briefs. “aha - see i found them.”
“oh stop it will you? You won’t wear a bra anyways.”
“JUMIN HAN!” Now you scoffed. But instead of mocking him further you continued your teasing otherwise.
