Author: 707 tells Jumin he loves him unintentionally 5 times. Extra belongs to Jumin who means it. Seven means it too.
Warnings: Light Smut, Gun, Blood, Close to Death.
A/N: Rusty As Heck with writing.
Jumin was pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation as he listened to Seven's laughter over the phone, keeping said device meters away from his ear– still being able to hear the redhead loud and clear. Jaehee- Assistant Kang had excused herself from the premises when Luciel called, mentioning she had something to do. Jumin should've known that she knew something by how fast she left the room when she saw Mr. Han's phone brightened with the Caller ID “707”.
When Jumin was sure that Seven was done with his overly loud laughter he pressed the phone against his ear once again ready to speak to the man who wouldn't stop laughing for the last 5 MINUTES!
It's a miracle that the redhead hadn’t passed out from all the air he let out, not once taking a second to catch his breath, seeming to be too engaged with tormenting the millionaire.
“HAAAAAA!!! ACK!.” Luciel wheezed loudly, his breath hitting the speaker of the phone making the CEO cringe, his patients thinning.
“Luciel…” his voice lowered, his head beginning to pound. Ready to tell Seven to cease his laughter till a loud thud and crash was heard on the other side along with a clatter-- meaning Luciel had most likely dropped his phone in the process in whatever just happened.
Jumin opened his onyx eyes, finally, his brows narrowing with annoyance and a slight concern for the hacker.
“Luciel?.” Jumin could still hear the hacker laughing, sounding a bit further away and kinda muffled.
The CEO rubs his face, dropping his cheek into his hand.
‘I’m about to commit an offense…’
Jumin sighs as he listens to the hacker laugh, raising a brow when he hears another voice asking Seven why he was on the floor.
Another 5 minutes passed till Luciel FINALLY stopped laughing and seemed to pick up his phone small chuckles coming through his mic.
In those added 5 minutes Jumin managed to do some work on the cat project he was trying to push through trying to sway his father to the best of his ability. If the countless women in his life could do it then his son can as well.
“Okay, okay I'm back– hehe~” the hacker snickered into the phone. Jumin had put him on speaker so he could know when the hacker finally came back. Jumin places his pen down on the desk giving the other male his full attention.
“Oh I was laughing because –.”
“Not!, not that part yet. I'm asking what that sound was just now?.”
Jumin felt his eye twitch.
“Okay okay. Jumin Han everyone, one of the rare people who can tell I'm lying– Anywho~~.”
“I leaned a little too far back in my computer chair and fell, bringing an old monitor of mine down with me. So you heard three things– wait no! Four things if you count my phone– which is sadly cracked– ack!-- I had just fixed the screen too three weeks ago from when Ms. Vanderwood threw it…”
Jumin could tell Seven wasn't talking to him when he reached a certain section of his sentence– he was mumbling to himself.
Why would his maid throw his phone?
“Agggh!!!- sorry that was off-topic please ignore whatever else I said. Please?. Hmm… Now where was I? Ah! Yes yes yes! Silly me~~ I did hit my head pretty hard… You heard my heavy ass hit the floor along with the chair– that's two– my ten-thousand-dollar-old monitor and my phone. Funny isn't it? Hehe~”
Jumin blinked twice before gathering his thoughts.
“Are you okay?.” he questioned.
Luciel let out a dramatic gasp.
“Awe JuJu~ are worried about little ol’ me?.” Luciel teased laughing to himself.
“Yes,” Jumin spoke bluntly, his voice never losing its natural stern.
The line was quiet. Too quiet that Jumin thought 707 hung up without him noticing somehow.
“Yes Jumin I'm fine thanks for the concern– eh?-- no, huh?-- ah! Okay Okay sheesh just give me a second – no! Jeez, just give me a second.” Luciel spoke at a fast pace, making the director more confused.
Who was he talking to? His maid maybe?
But why did he sound as if he was trying to buy–
“Sorry to cut this conversation short Jumin but–.”
“You were laughing for a long time.” he cut in but Seven kept talking.
“--I have to go, duty calls like always, of course, you would understand how that is– anyway bye Jumin I love you!!.” Seven said in his cheery voice before hanging up completely.
“Luciel–” and he was gone.
Jumin moved the phone close to him looking down at the screen. He didn't even get to ask him why he was laughing in the first place and why he called.
Jumin breathes out his nose. His mind swirls with thoughts till something comes to him.
Seven told him he loves him.
Maybe it could've been a slip-up.
Commoners who are friends tell each other they love them. Jumins not gonna think too deeply about it.
Jumin was rather annoyed, he finally understood why Seven had called him laughing a month ago. Today was Jumins birthday and his employees have decided to throw him a small birthday party— oh how he wishes it wasn’t…. Jumin stared down at the cake before him.
It was a red velvet cake— one of his favorite pastry’s out there. There was an image of him on it.
He remembers this day it was the day Seven had called him laughing four hours later after the incident happened.
But it wasn’t the fact that the picture is what annoyed him, it was the words on it. The Fonts were ones of a meme as Seven and Yoosung have explained to him countless times.
‘When your Crush is walking By and you can’t help but fall harder.’
It was such a wretched quote that it made him feel off.
He wanted to throw it away… But instead, he let everyone be and have a slice of cake.
After having a long day at work and finally giving assistant Kang a day off that she deserves. Jumin drops his butt on the couch in his penthouse. His phone rang in his pocket.
Jumin bit back a frustrated sigh. Nothing good comes out of complaining.
The ravenette takes his phone out of his pocket looking at the ID.
The CEO presses the phone against his ear after answering it.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! God, you're old!.”
That… Was unexpected but also– expected?.
“Don't remind me…” he mumbled, undoing his tie.
“Awww… Why so glum JuJu?.”
“I'm not dreary, I'm just tired,” he answered, a little too fast and defensive for his taste.
“Is it because I called you old? If so I was just teasing you I swear– you don't look a day over 25!.” the hacker cheered, Jumin could hear a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
“I already got called old by Yoosung, trust me you calling me old doesn't phase me either,” he says simply, taking off his blazer and setting it over the couch.
“Okay back to my first question then– why so dreary? as you put it in your fancy wording.”
“You're a good businessman but suck at lying when it's not to another corporate face.”
Jumin stops moving around the room for a second. His hand fiddled with his watch as he had the phone tucked between his ear and shoulder.
Suck at lying?. He's not lying– at least he doesn't think he is…
Sure he keeps to himself and gives vague responses in the RFA chat to the members but it doesn't mean he's lying.
Jumin must have been too deep in his head since he came back to Seven’s voice ringing a little louder in his ears.
“Jumin? Oh Juju~ Jumi?, JumJum? Cat lover? Prince of the Han Family? H–.”
“I'm here!.” he responds feeling rather… Flustered? At the prince part.
He blames his ears for feeling red due to the heat of his phone.
“There's the birthday boy!.” Seven cheered, Jumin could imagine the smile of the redhead.
He rolled his eyes half-heartedly as he continued trying to get comfortable in his own home slowly stripping.
“Anywho back to our original convo~~ why is the great Jumin Han upset?.”
“It has something to do with your father, doesn't it?.”
Jumin shuts his mouth, setting his shoes in the closet.
His silence was his answer.
After a few seconds passed.
Luciel sighs on the other end.
“Of course, it does, when doesn't it? Let me guess he didn't take you out today to celebrate?.”
“God, no disrespect to you or anything but your father is an asshole, Mr. Han.”
It's weird to hear Luciel call him that.
“Luciel, it's not a big deal, we're both grown men. It was a childish want.” Jumin had responded neutrally, at least he thought it was neutral…
To Seven it sounded defensive.
“It is natural for a parent's child to want to celebrate their birthday with them. It's not childish.”
Jumin remained silent as he dressed in his pajamas walking to the kitchen to make himself tea. Setting the phone down and putting it on speaker.
Jumim sets the kettle in the sink, filling it with water.
“How about we go out today?.” Seven asked.
Jumin glances at his phone.
“Maybe to a fancy restaurant?, oooo or a diner I could show you one of THHHEEE BEST burger joints ever!.”
“I don’t feel like going out.”
“That could be tomorrow Jumins problem, right now birthday Jumin NEEDS to have fun.”
“Will survive without you— if she can handle you being gone all day for work she can handle you being gone for a couple of more hours. Come on Jumin, I'm not letting you sulk on your birthday.”
“Then you won’t have a problem with going out with me.” Luciel said his voice filled with determination.
“Seven it’s not necessary—.”
The line makes a beep sound. Indicating the call has ended.
Jumins eyes widened, turning around quickly from the stove.
That boy has a knack for being stubborn. Then again so did everyone else in the RFA.
Around an hour, Jumins door burst open, making the older male stand straight up from his couch.
His onyx eyes automatically recognized the head of red hair that seemed to be occupied being squished down by a bowler hat.
Luciel was breathing heavily, his skin pale as he tried catching his breath.
Jumin couldn’t help but take in his appearance.
Luciel was wearing a velvet red tuxedo, his tie surprisingly matching Jumin's hundreds of gray ties.
In a way, Jumin couldn’t help but find it… amusing. Seven was never one to wear a suit, not even at the RFA parties— the most he’d put on his dress shoes, suspenders, and a dress shirt with a brown cheetah print tie to try and match his glasses. Speaking of glasses he wasn’t wearing his usual ones he was wearing red ones to match his tux with a hint of gold on the frames. The bowler hat matched the tie.
Jumin was pulled out of his inner monologue from his young friend's voice.
“Tada! Don’t I look dashing? That’s the word?— Jesus Christ, there were so many stairs… Why didn’t I just take the elevator?…” the hacker wheezed.
The little geniuses took the stairs.
“Seven… there are 99 floors…”
“I know… crap I think I’m finally gonna cry shit my lungs hate me…” Seven coughs, his face was a rosy color gleaned with sweat making his bangs stick to his forehead a bit.
“Luciel… like you already said, why didn’t you use the elevator?.”
“Was in a hurry… didn’t have time to think.”
“Obviously… would you like water?.”
“Yes, please. Can I sit?.”
Luciel moved forward, almost falling. Jumin was ready to catch him but his security guards— who he didn’t know were in here as well -- caught the redhead helping him get to the couch.
He glanced, seeing there were two more they looked kinda concerned. One of them was rubbing their face, their cheek was red.
“You got knocked over by him?.” Jumin was pointing at the redhead who was resting on the couch.
“He was running pretty fast sir…”
Jumin is surprised after running up a 99-floor building that Seven still had the energy to keep running when he reached up here and managed to knock over his security by mistake.
He simply shook his head going over to the kitchen to get Luciel water.
Of arguing and bickering.
Jumin found himself in one of Seven's cars. In a suit and tie.
They were going to a restaurant. One of Jumins favorites.
“Remind me again why we’re going again?.” He questions the hacker.
Seven rolled his eyes shooting Jumin a smile.
“To celebrate you idiot. Your birth is one to be celebrated!.” Luciel spoke cheerfully.
“Because I love you JuJu~ and I want you to enjoy your life!.”
Jumin was given a tight hug by a certain redhead. Still very much trapped, he could feel Seven's body vibrating against his in happiness.
“I love you JuJu! Holy shit this is awesome! Suck it Yoosung I got a new monitor and not you! HA!.” he cheered childishly sticking his tongue out to the blonde who gave him a hard glare sticking up his middle finger. Luciel laughed, letting go of the CEO running away from the angry blonde.
He was just enjoying his morning coffee…
It was Christmas morning and the RFA had come together at Jumins house to celebrate the holidays.
Jaehee and MC were sitting on the couch watching the two very grown adults run around like toddlers. Laughing. Jumin sips at his coffee, a presence to his right. He glances to see Zen.
All Jumin could do was shrug. He didn't understand it himself but he didn't have the heart to mention it to Seven not wanting to embarrass the boy.
Zen never mentioned it afterward.
His body was hot. His face flustered. Body beneath the other.
A low moan left his lips when Luciel thrust into him, both were drunk out of their mind. Note to self never ever allow anyone in the RFA to bring whiskey. Seven buried himself deeply into Jumins hole, all the way to the base of his cock his balls slapping against Jumins ass with each new thrust he gives loving the sweet sounds Jumin makes. Luciel leans forward pressing his lips against the director keeping his rhythm easy for them both.
Jumin ran his fingers through the other's hair gripping those red strands and tugging at them making Luciel moan against his lips. Nipping at Jumins bottom lip.
“Fucking hell Luciel…” he moaned tugging harder at the redhead's hair making him hiss in response his thrust getting quicker.
“Jumin, I Swear keep saying my name like that~,” he growled out, lust filling those honey eyes making something in Jumin crumble.
Kisses and hot frequent touches. Loud and low moans filled the room.
Seven hand was wrapped around Jumins neck as he fucked into him making the bed shake hosting one of the rich man's leg over his shoulders making sure Jumin feels ALL of him.
“I love you,” he whispered, feeling his core tighten as he continued. His eyes trained on Jumin swearing he saw purple hearts in his eyes as he was looking up at the hacker.
Jumin believes he sees red in Sevens as well.
“Luciel…” he choked out his mind foggy from the lack of air. Seven gripped his throat tighter.
“Saeyoung…” Seven replies.
“Please… Call me Saeyoung… Scream it, moan it, I don't care, just say please…” Seven pleaded leaning forward, moving Jumins leg down and around his waist once again, his thrust becoming harder hitting Jumins sweet spot countless times. Pulling out beautiful strips of moan from the other male.
He let go of Jumins throat letting him breathe.
“Saeyoung…” Jumin whispers Luciel couldn't help but hide his face against the pillow next to Jumins face as his pace continues. Jumin kept saying it.
His finger dug deep into the hacker's back as Luci forcefully pulled out his moans of pleasure.
“Saeyoung, Saeyoung, Saeyoung!.” he moaned out screaming his name as if it was a prayer Luciel loved and he wanted to keep it.
But what is a drunk man's mind?.
They both came. The next morning Luciel made Jumin promise to keep his real name a secret even from their friends.
“Shut up.” Jumin said, covering Saeyoungs stomach with blood leaking between his fingers. Everything was loud in his ears, the Gunshot still ringing causing static in the air. Everyone was screaming– he wanted them to shut up, he wanted them all gone if they weren't gonna help with the injured member of the RFA.
Seven let out a harsh cough. Blood coming up. Fuck! That wasn't good!.
“For fuck- Yoosung! Where are the Medicis!!!.” Jumin didn't have to take his eyes off Seven to know Yoosung was crying as he was talking to 911.
“Awe you care~...” Seven teased a weak smile on his face, his glasses discarded somewhere broken.
“Don’t joke, right now is not the time. For once just listen to me and shut Up! YOOSUNG!.” he snapped his heart in his throat watching the other man turn pale before his eyes fighting to stay with Jumin.
“They said they're close!.”
“Not good enough! He's losing a lot of blood and dying! Tell them to hurry up!.” Jumin's brain was loud, he remembers having a conversation about this with Seven. Something about trauma– going through a traumatic experience can cause the brain to go into shock and freak out and cause you to not act like yourself – something about adrenaline.
“For fuck sake Seven please shut up!.”
“She's escorting the guest outside safely.”
“Seven I'm begging you.” he started to shake seeing the way Seven was slipping the more he spoke.
“She's outside, she's safe.”
“Good Good. Where's Zen?...”
Heavy feet came towards them. It was Zen.
Zen crouched down next to Seven body placing his large hands on his face pushing his bangs out of his face.
“I'm right here jester,” Zen spoke in a soft tone. Being the calm to Jumins rageful fear.
“Yes… Don't worry Luci just please stop talking and save your strength.” Zen continued stroking the man's face trying to keep him awake.
Jumin pressed harder on the wound making Seven grunt-- good he still felt pain.
“I told you all not to get too close… Not to get attached.” Seven wheezed out. Giving both men a funny smile blood coming out his nose. Jumin feels like he is seconds away from passing out.
Zen let out a wet laugh. “Too bad Jester we love your stupid annoying ass”
Seven looked up to Jumin.
Jumin knew what he was asking.
“Saeyoung live so I can tell you…” he pleaded.
He saw when Seven left, and he heard when the RFA doors burst open with the paramedics.
A loud humming sound was in his ears.
He felt hands on him, multiple. They were pulling him away, pulling him away from Seven— he didn’t want to leave Seven alone!.
So he fought back but the hands kept a firm grip on him arms wrapping around him.
He heard screaming. Agonizing screaming.
Cold Jumin Han was screaming… and crying. And Zen continued to hold onto the rich man tightly. Yoosung and Jaehee by their side crying, wrapping all of them in a hug.
They looked like a family.
“You can’t find him at all?…”
The redhead sighed looking out his hospital window.
“Saren was always the faster runner anyway.” He continues, rubbing his stomach absentmindedly where his brother had shot him. Seven saw it as a piece of Saren that he could alway and forever keep now. He hopes the wound never heals.
Seven room door slams open making him and Vanderwood jump in surprise looking at it Vanderwood hand near his hidden taser.
Jumin's hand was over his heart as he panted.
“Damn JuJu you look worse than I do…” Seven says taking in the business man appearance. He looked unorganized, his eyes were colder and more tired, his skin paler— he hasn’t been sleeping or eating.
Jumin head shot towards Seven. The nurses weren’t lying. He was awake.
“What? Saw a gho— ack!.” He grunted, hugging his stomach over the wound where Vanderwood hit him.
“No time for joking, don’t be insensitive now. I understand you don’t like serious conversation or scenes but now is not the time.” Vanderwood scolded. His eyes went on Jumin who was already looking at him.
“Mr. Han.” Vanderwood says simply, crossing his arms.
“And you?.” He acknowledged.
“No one.” Seven and Vanderwood answered together, looking at one another. Vanderwood actually cracked a smile for once at that.
Jumin knew best not to question. If Seven said it as well then it means nothing and might cause issues if Jumin tries to push. The best he does is nod.
Vanderwood stares for a while then sighs.
“I’m gonna go, Seven don’t strain yourself.”
“Yes madam~” he smiled cheekily.
“You’re injured. That doesn’t mean I won’t make it worse.” Vanderwood lightly warned.
“I’m gonna kill this kid.” He mumbled walking past Jumin, shutting the door behind him.
“So— how’s business— hey!.” He exclaims being wrapped into a hug. Jumin burying his face into Sevens neck.
“I love you…” Jumin responds quietly so only Seven can hear.
“Shut it… you and that damn motor mouth…”
“I love you… I love you so much…”
