tags: jumin has mommy issues (me too), he's just a man in love, gender neutral reader, canon compliant, fluff just fluff
notes: ive noticed the myms fandom is starting to get more active, so i got jumin brainrot and made this, i could make a nsfw second part for this if you guys want anyway
the first time you hug jumin is after the party. you wrap your arms around his waist and hold him close to you without letting go. jumin is so warm, the way his body immediately reacts to your touch and relaxes upon embrace. his heart is beating faster and faster with each passing minute and jumin can't help but smile at your affection. but jumin has never really liked hugs or anyone touching him in fact. his father was never really around him when he was a child and some part of him wondered why even though deep in his heart, he knew why. his birth mother only left a deeper hole in his heart after she divorced his father. jumin never received love when he was a child and he's accepted it. yes, his father gave him gifts that he only hoped were full of love when the time was necessary but jumin never felt the love that he truly craved.
he was casted away, locked behind a door that separated him and his mother for hours at a time. the basement that held no ones presence but his and toys. he wasn't a normal child, at least that's what he was told. no one has given him true affection up until now. he's almost expected that he'd hate affection whenever it was directed towards him. but when you wrap your arms around him and lay your head against his chest, he doesn't know what to do. he tries almost as naturally as possible to bring his arms up to hold you as well. yet you could feel the awkwardness behind his actions. you find it funny almost. you have a silver band that fits perfectly around your ring finger and a matching one on his yet jumin doesn't know how to hug you back.
you laugh softly as you tilt your head up to see the awkward love struck man. "you're going to have to get used to this." you say almost in a mocking way but your words hold no malice towards him. jumin could only laugh softly before nodding his head to your words. it's only been a few seconds yet jumin never wants to leave your embrace.
the first time you kiss jumin is right before you leave his penthouse for the first time. jumin kissed you on the first morning of you staying there in front of sarah, yet you had no time to react nor kiss him back. your mind was hazy, should he really be kissing you while elizabeth was still missing? should his soft lips really be on yours in front of sarah, when you could've sworn you were just a friend. yet when v comes to take you home, you stood in front of jumin, your hands reaching forward to grab his. "even when you're still standing in front of me, i miss you." jumin whispers as if he wanted no one but you to hear. "ill miss you too." you say quietly even though you were going to see each other again in less than 24 hours.
jumin is scared that if he touches you more, he won't be able to let you go. that maybe he'll just send v away, tell him that you might as well stay here with him. jumin will excuse it as the potential of danger but he's trying to convince himself more than anyone else. his head is still tied in knots but when he feels your lips on his, there's a moment of tranquility in his brain. where peace takes over, there's only sounds of ocean waves crashing, birds chirping, the sound of your voice calming down his rushing heart. jumin can't help but close his eyes and just hope this moment never ends. he feels your lips moving against his very gently as if he was a fragile glass flower. jumin almost feels guilty, his heart is racing and he feels fragile in your touch but shouldn't he be making you feel that way? as soon as his eyes flutter open, you pull away slowly and smile up at him. if jumin didn't know any better, he would've collapsed on the floor. the dramatic fall that he saw so many times in soap operas. you were so pretty, enough to make him fall in love with you even more than he already was. his heart is beating against his chest even harder now and it only took one look from you.
Gets you a bouquet of roses on every date. When he first saw your excitement on receiving the first bouquet, he got addicted to your happiness, although he refuses to accept it.
Speaking of dates, he arrives exactly 30 minutes before meet-up time. You're not aware of it, so shhh.
He is learning new breakfast recipes from the chef for whenever you stay over. He would wake up early, and prepare to serve you breakfast in bed.
Matching pajamas are ordered for you, him and Elizabeth the third.
Drops Elizabeth in your care, whenever he's out for a business trip and he can't take you with him. He trusts you and no one else.
Neatly folds your clothes and keep it next to his, whenever you visit him for a few days or travel with him.
Will take your advice over every new merger his company makes.
Is obsessed with your voice. He'll listen to you talk for so long, you think he's not invested in your topic of conversation. But believe me, he is. Imagine that love struck look on him.
Loves it when you put his head on your lap and play with his hair or massage his scalp. Count to 100 and he'll be out in a deep sleep.
Kisses your forehead every time one of you leave to part ways.
Will read every favorite romance book of yours, just to learn how to swoon you.
"Elizabeth the third, we need to talk about when your mother comes over. You're precious to me, and so is your mother. But your mother has taken the first place in my heart."
My roman empire is Jumin han, how the heck I can't take that man out of my head??? He's living rent free with all the expenses daily and I'm just here, trying to keep up with the weight of his presence even though he was never actually there. I don't know, I'm delusional on another level.
What if you're not insecure about attending the high society parties that being in Jumin's life entails? What if instead of floundering at a public event and waiting for a rich man to rescue you, you could stand on your own?
Featuring an after-party scene where you and Jumin share quiet meandering conversations and find peace in them. Hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it.
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Your words always wielded power. It was one of the reasons Jumin was intrigued by you. While he was a figure who commanded respect through his presence and status, you were someone with an air of quiet confidence. It was the kind of subtlety that people tended to overlook, but impossible to unsee once they saw it. Jumin might stand tall in front of everyone, his confidence formidable and magnetic, compelling the whole room to focus their attention on him, but one word from you would bring him to his knees.
Not that he minded.
He knew what kind of hold you had over him and would give in to you without a second thought. You were the person he loved. You were the person he admired. You were the person who knew the exact things to say to stimulate both the intellectual and sentimental parts of his brain that no other person could, except for Jihyun. If it weren't for social constructs, Jumin would gladly roll out a red carpet wherever you went and worship the ground you walked on.
Elizabeth the 3rd was treated like a princess. You, a human whom he cherished above all the fortune he possessed, should receive a treatment fit for a queen. Racking his brain for more things to give and do for you was his daily routine.
Tonight, both of you were inebriated from the numerous glasses of alcohol—champagne for you, wine for him—swiped from the corporate gala tonight, you considerably more so than him. With your red heels strewn out on the polished marble floor, the strap lacing trailing behind and stray confetti stuck on the sole of the right stiletto, you left them as they were while you slumped against the side of the white sofa. It had been a long night, and the back of your feet was throbbing. Elizabeth the 3rd was nowhere to be seen, but she was most likely asleep in her bed of posh design and hand-carved frame.
Jumin had crashed on the floor alongside you when your knees buckled from exhaustion. You had entered the penthouse together, his arm around your waist, steadying you as you snickered at things incomprehensible to anyone but you. You waved languidly at the bodyguard posted outside the door while Jumin gave him a brisk nod.
How the bodyguard didn't appear weary at this ungodly hour was beyond you. You grinned at him and threw a hearty good night! before you went in. If there was anything you knew from being with Jumin, it was that everyone could use a little bit of kindness. The irony of maintaining a stoic, emotionless mask was more taxing than living freely was not lost on you.
In your drunken haze, you registered that Jumin had put away his dress shoes and transferred your clutch onto the glass coffee table, a preventive measure to keep you from tripping over them. It wouldn't be the first time you made a fool out of yourself by having poor muscle coordination. The mistakes just had never been made public and you intended to keep it that way. For Jumin, he only wished to keep you from sustaining more injuries.
During the gala, Jumin had noticed the raw chafed skin on your ankles when you made rounds and exchanged amicable banter with the people you had learned only hours before, courtesy of the guest list Jaehee had put together. However impressed Jumin was with you, he couldn't stay still after catching glimpses of you wincing when you thought nobody was watching. Immediately, he requested Driver Kim to retrieve a medical kit.
But despite the pain you were enduring, you glimmered. Your gold sequin dress swirled around your figure as you conversed with other guests, making polite enquiries and occasionally tilting your head back in laughter when the topic entertained you. You had the talent of making your conversation partner felt important and welcomed, like everything they said was interesting and worth your time. You were an attentive listener and an even more suave speaker.
Jumin knew this easy-going character was a front you put up to support him. Although he had reminded you that you needn't play the part of a charmer to boost his image and win him more contracts, you couldn't be dissuaded. The last things you wanted were to stumble and fail spectacularly in front of a respected crowd and tarnish Jumin's reputation. If Jumin had done this his whole life, the least you could do was to understand his ways of survival.
Besides, there was a part of you that found this amusing. It was new and different, and you always welcomed a challenge. And who was to say this was not the real you? You were an amalgamation of everything you wanted to do and everything you had done, and this was one of them. As much of a charade as it was, it was also moulding your personality into something with more depth and complexity. Truthfully, you were tired of always being the same person you were before you met Jumin. You needed a change.
Even if you were not yet as well-versed as Jumin, you were determined to carry yourself with elegance and your head held high. The two of you were a sight to behold. He possessed an assertive demeanour that led him from one person to another with definitive strides, while you lured people in with the unique flair that belonged to you alone. Together, you were a force impossible to break. Everyone knew you had each other's back without making an ostentatious display about it. No one would dare to touch you.
Albeit you had spent the evening largely separated from Jumin, there were times when you would search for the one familiar face in the room that you loved, only to find him already looking at you. Stealing glances amidst the faceless crowd was a game you liked to play. Whenever he caught your eyes, his stern expression would soften, a soft, genuine smile that was exclusive to you would grace his lips, and his shoulders would lose their tension.
A few seconds would pass before he assumed the original stance with his conversation partner. But during that short time, the faces around you would blur and the mindless prattle would fade into the background. It felt as if you and Jumin had entered a peaceful bubble invisible to outsiders, and you could finally breathe. Even when you were not physically attached to his side, Jumin had brought you all that was safe and sound. That few seconds were all you needed to power through the evening. You knew it was also the case for Jumin.
Beneath the opulent crystal chandelier and melodious tune of live jazz, you weren't nervous about navigating the crowd alone. Although you were not the most outgoing person alive—it was exhausting to speak after dabbling in small talks with five people—you were glad that Jumin trusted you enough to handle your part alone. In the beginning, he used to fuss over every little thing, worrying that attending these parties would bring discomfort to you. He reassured you that if you ever needed help, you could signal him and he would come right by your side.
Of course, you knew he would stay true to his word, but you wanted to be capable. If you had to live in this corporate world that Jumin had introduced you to, you would have to adapt and hone your skills. You didn't want to hide behind his protection. Yes, it would be easier if you simply passed all the problems to Jumin and let him handle them, but you also loved yourself, and that meant fortifying yourself enough so that you could hold your own in the face of the public.
Jumin adored the fire in you.
Once he realised you were never going to relent, he offered personal tips and helped you practice as you eased into his world, all of which you gratefully received and implemented. It was unrealistic to sit back and hope for the best when it was only a matter of time before the media criticised you for being a gold digger disguised as an unfortunate damsel. Malicious rumours had begun to circulate the moment your dating news was made public, and it would continue to escalate unless you did something. You had to take control of the narrative before they could define you.
At the present moment, the ghost of the raucous chatter fell away as you felt Jumin's cold fingers wrapped around your ankle and carefully rested it on his crossed legs. "Don't move, darling," he chided. "Your feet are bleeding. Allow me to clean your wounds."
The penthouse was quiet and you were safe. You could let down your shield now.
The only light switched on was in the hallway by the front door. It poured into the living room, its yellow gleam illuminated Jumin's concerned face. The sight of him in his three-piece formal suit while gently dabbing rubbing alcohol on your injury was a pleasant thing to see. Even after a long night, he still looked put together, not a hair out of place.
You didn’t even complain about those heels during the ride home, yet he noticed. You felt love, so much love. "I feel like I am consumed by love. It's like love is coursing through my veins and exploding with fireworks inside." You let out a worn-out giggle. "If you cut me open and study my organs, I bet you could see how much I love you. I bet there would be a whole fiesta going on in my bloodstream and muscle tissues."
Jumin gave you an amused look before plastering a bandage on your ankle. "I do not have to witness you spilling your internal organs to feel your love." He put down your leg and lifted the other onto his lap. "The things you say, truly."
You relished in his tender touch, feeling its cold against your warm skin, running from your exposed calf up to your thigh where the slit of your dress fell off, a golden rumpled sea of glitter around you. "But imagine tiny cells wearing party hats running around inside me. How absurd!"
"Now, where did you get this idea from?"
"The tiny cells just announced it with trumpets and drums in my brain."
"God." Jumin shook his head, but not without good humour.
"Am I scaring you away? Do you fear my"—you let out a dramatic gasp—"unbidden thoughts?"
"I fear for the people who mean you harm. You, however, are still as mesmerising as ever," he said, his striking grey eyes studying your face. "You were captivating tonight. I had to fight off the physical urge to make you the sole focus of my attention. It is so easy to forget about everyone else when you are there." Jumin had finished bandaging your left foot and placed both your legs on top of his, running his fingers up and down across yours.
Shivers crawled up your spine. "So were you. You have the same effect on me."
"You were the highlight of the party. Have you any idea how many compliments I received on how seamlessly you fit into this society? People had been waiting for your downfall, but you put yourself above everyone instead." Jumin smiled at you. "And you didn't even have to try."
"What can I say? I'm a natural charmer."
"And very humble too."
You closed your eyes, a wan smile painted on your lips. The alcohol was catching up to you, and everything seemed to move in slow motion. "No, actually, it was the opposite. I tried very hard." You sighed. "I wasn't always this polished before I took your advice."
"I must be frank with you. I don't think you need all those extra lessons. You have always been excellent at being yourself." You weren't looking at him, but his voice alone spoke of total adoration.
You had never been on the receiving end of such affection. How fortunate you were to cross paths with him, to be loved by him. He had never given you any reason to doubt him and had always treated you well from the moment you met. You were not a believer in fate, but you believed in him.
You flailed your arms at him, motioning him to sit beside you. You yearned to feel the warmth from his body. "How about you? How well do you think you are at being Han Jumin?"
He put your legs down and obliged, shifting to your side, your shoulders nudging each other. There was a stretched silence as he pondered your question. You rested your chin on your tucked knees and gazed up at him.
"There are two Han Jumins in the world—or are there three? The first one is what I present to the public. The second is a mixture of the dutiful son and the loyal friend. The third one is the man I am with you."
The wine must have also brought out the pensive side of him. You had half-expected him to bludgeon your question with his usual brand of self-assurance, listing out his achievements and strengths. You preferred this vulnerable honesty, however rare it was, over the stoic image he put on in front of people.
"I like all versions of you," you said, offering him your own honesty.
"It's unfortunate that I have to create multiple personas to meet everyone's expectations." Jumin craned his neck down to look at you. "There are times I fear that I might lose myself if I play a certain part for too long, but this fear is a paradox in itself."
"A paradox?"
"Which persona is my true self? Have I split myself into too many pieces that they've become indiscernible? If I can't tell which piece is real, then who am I masquerading as this whole time?" He took a deep breath. "Who am I, if I couldn't be put back together?"
"This vulnerable Jumin seems pretty real and whole to me." You took his hand into yours, massaging his palm. "But don't you think it's normal to don multiple masks to survive? I'm not saying we have to be fake, but that's how humans navigate life."
"I'm afraid I don't understand what you're getting at."
"See, I am more reserved and polite in front of strangers. I'm careful not to offend people and filter which things to say. But with the RFA, I can be more relaxed and let go of myself. And with you, well, I have no qualms about saying anything that comes to my mind."
"I can attest to that." Jumin chuckled. "But if politeness is a charade, then can we really be genuine in treating people?" You cocked your head to one side. "You may recall that I am trying to be more considerate with my employees."
You scoffed. "I am positively drunk, Jumin. My memory is impaired." You knocked on your temple in quick succession with your knuckle and yelped. Your head instantly felt heavy and your vision spun.
At no time, Jumin was already checking and caressing your head. "Be careful, love. Are you all right?"
You waved it away. "It will pass." You let him continue to card his fingers through your hair. It was therapeutic; every touch from him was. Recalling his musing earlier, you shared your thought, "Even if the act of being polite is a faux gesture—which I don't think it is—doesn't the feelings of the receiving party matter more?"
"Do elaborate."
"When you're polite to someone, you extend your respect to them. You treat them like a decent human being. It feels good to be treated well, you know." Lowering his hand from your head, you slung his arm around your shoulders and leaned against him. "I know you are indifferent towards niceties because people tend to only be nice to you out of fear or greed, but please hear me out before you debate me on this."
"I am listening to you." Jumin rubbed your arm, giving you a reassuring squeeze. "My experience doesn't cancel out yours, and I'm interested in what you want to say."
You rested your head against his chest, vertigo already subsiding. "I remember when a salesperson tended to me with patience and smiles even when I asked a lot of questions. I felt sorry for that, but it made my experience better than if I had to face a rude person who looks down at me for my ignorance."
"And that improved your feelings."
"You know how when you're having a bad day, everything becomes a chore?" You tucked in a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "Standing underneath the shower is tiring. Making your bed is almost impossible. Talking with people at work makes you feel like you're drowning further in the mess that is you. Nothing can be smoothed out. Everything is creased."
"I have my maid to tidy up my bed, but I understand the sentiment," Jumin said in all seriousness.
"Well, I was having a bad day, but those three minutes of friendly exchange, even when they were out of obligation, had lifted my mood for three minutes. I had this thought, 'Ah, that wasn't too bad. Maybe I shouldn't shun this life just yet.' Then, my day became a little more bearable."
Jumin placed a kiss on your forehead and murmured, "I would like to meet this person and thank them."
"It was a long time ago, so I can't remember who it was. I remember how it made me feel though, so I reckon politeness has more worth than being a superficial act."
Jumin squeezed your hand three times. You had shown him an article about the gesture, informing him that it meant I love you. Since then, the two of you had made it into a habit to do so. "Your observations never cease to amaze me. I love this about you." He was also in the habit of proclaiming his love for you every now and then. "You bring your thoughtfulness wherever you go, that even if you wear thousands of masks, you wouldn't be in danger of losing yourself."
"I didn't know that's how you see me."
"It is. You are so grounded in you that it unnerves me to realise what it says about me."
"What does it say about you?" you asked softly.
"That I am not as connected to myself as I had thought." From the way you were practically lying on him, you could feel his chest rise and fall. "I know who I am. I know my likes and dislikes, my strengths and weaknesses. But knowing things aren't the same as owning them."
"Because they don't feel like they are part of you?"
"I don't know if they are true to my character. I slip on new faces quite easily," Jumin went on. "You know how I used to deal with contracts."
You remembered what Jaehee said aeons ago when you just joined the association. Jumin was a businessman who used his good looks to hook potential business partners into signing contracts with him, especially women who clambered onto him without the slightest shred of dignity, only to quit cold turkey on them once the contract was over.
It wasn't the most morally correct thing to do, but you also thought it was an apt response to people who merely wanted to take advantage of his wealth. "It's a necessity for you. If you have the leverage, why not use it?"
"You seem to contradict yourself," Jumin said. "This competitive edge had left many women heartbroken, as I recall."
"Maybe I just feel inclined to defend you and put your happiness first." You shrugged. "And once again, I am drunk."
"You are running out of chances to use the drunk card."
You hummed while tracing the buttons on his white dress shirt. "How many chances do I have left?"
"One."
At this, you straightened up and swivelled your body to face him. "What kind of rule is that?"
"My rule. I can do anything I want if it contributes to my happiness, as you very kindly declared." Jumin smirked.
Your brain was too muddled to come up with a counter-argument, so you merely huffed and sat back in silence. Jumin picked up the skirt of your dress that had bunched up between you two, rolling the sequins from one finger to another. The only sound wafting through this nearly dark penthouse was the crinkle of the gold coins embedded on your dress.
You wished every night was like this. Being together in peace, talking about things you would barely remember the next day. The dim yellow light cast long shadows beneath the outline of your figures, and you knew that this moment would stay forever bursting technicolour in your mind.
"You're judging yourself too harshly," you said after a while. "You just started discovering your emotions and learning how to dissect these layers that you had long buried. It's not fair to yourself if you expect an immediate result by using my progress as your benchmark. Not when I've been in touch with my inner self for longer than you have."
"Except I'm usually a fast learner."
"Usually." You bumped his leg with your toes. "It's about time you're not the best at something."
To your surprise, Jumin laughed at your statement. It was a crisp, freeing laugh that you had never heard before. You jumped at the sound, but it only made him laugh harder. His voice sent tremors down the hollow of your bones. Then suddenly, you also cackled, imagining all the bones in your body quivering because of him. What a ridiculous thought! But how funny!
Soon enough, none of you could stop the fits of laughter. You, doubling over with a hand on your stomach, the curtain of your hair streaking over your already blurred eyesight. Jumin, shoulders shaking from trying and failing to stop, one arm rounding your body, the other straightened out, hand clenching at his thigh.
Nothing made sense, but nothing had to.
Years later, after you and Jumin had moved out of the penthouse for a place that you owned together, this was what you would remember: in the dead of night, two souls were alive with giddy lightness, as bubbly as the champagne you had downed, as intimate as the mutual understanding you had shared. In your long span of life to come, this was the memory you liked to come back to. This one evening with him might be brief, but it made your life more bearable.
Can you do someone calls MC that Mac is not funny or to stop talking etc?
To preface, I have trouble with my reading comprehension, so I apologize in advance if this isn’t what you wanted －〜－ also, sorry for the delay 🙃
MC Being Told To Stop Talking
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Zen
- Zen was in the process of filming a new show, so you decided to go and support him.
- During one of the takes, you had started talking with the makeup artist.
- You guys were talking about a variety of things, but this conversation, in particular, got you really excited, which made your voice get louder the more you talked.
- Someone had come up to you and told you to quiet down, and a bit rudely.
- It wasn’t the first time someone had said such a thing to you, so you were gracious and complied, but it clearly bothered you.
- During break time, Zen came over to you, like usual, and noticed something was wrong the moment he saw you.
- He came over and grabbed your hand gently, peering down at you with concern, “Jagi, what’s wrong? Did something happen?”
- You looked up at him and offered a halfhearted smile, “it’s nothing, someone just told me to quiet down... I guess I got a little over-excited again and was shouting.”
- His brow furrowed, and he squeezed your hand, hoping to comfort you with the pressure.
- “That’s ridiculous! If they’re going to tell you that, then I’ll be loud too!”
- He hated it when people told you to lower your voice. He thought it was cute how you'd get louder the more excited you were.
- “There’s no way they're gonna tell my amazing girlfriend that she’s too loud without going through me first!”
- “Oh my gosh,” you covered his mouth with a soft laugh. “Stop that! You're going to get us both in trouble.”
- “I don’t care! No one can tell my cutie that she's loud!” He muffled through your hands.
- He encircled your waist, placing his forehead against yours, as your hands flouted down from his mouth to his shoulders.
- “Jagi, I think it’s adorable how your voice gets louder the more excited you get,” he admitted, only loud enough for you to hear. “If no one can see how cute that part of you is, then I’ll be around to see it, and if they tell you to quiet down, I’ll just tell you to be louder.”
- You laughed, comforted by his words. Both amused and delighted by how much he dotes on you.
- “You’re insufferable.. but thank you,” you said, kissing his cheek.
- He nuzzled into you, “I’ll be as insufferable as you need me to be, Jagi. I don’t care as long as you’re smiling.”
Jumin
- It was a formal dinner party, and you were making conversation with a lovely young lady while Jumin stood beside you talking with a group of potential business partners.
- “My,” one man chuckles, “your wife is quite the chatterbox.”
- Undoubtedly, this man thought you wouldn’t hear him, but you did and instantly stopped talking.
- It’s a challenge to find good people worth talking to in Jumin’s world, so you were excited to find such a kind young lady to speak with, which made you particularly talkative.
- You hadn’t realized that it could look bad in this crowd, where knowing when to hold your tongue was a waltz. Talk too much, and you’re classless. Talk too little, and you’re arrogant.
- “Excuse me?” Jumin coldly responded, his gray gaze becoming a storm.
- That man’s spine shivered, “ah, no— I didn’t mean—“ he stammered.
- “I usually keep my personal feelings separate from business, so I’ll let this slide this once, but let me make this one thing clear,” his eyes sharpened as he leaned down to the man’s ear. His voice fell to a whisper, “any type of disrespect given to my wife is unforgivable, so next time I won’t be so kind.”
- He grabbed your hand, “My love, shall we go?” He looked at you, his eyes prideful and clearly satisfied with his actions. Without waiting for a response, he starts walking to the exit.
- “W.. wait, Jumin!” You effortlessly followed his pace, but your mind had yet to process what happened.
- “My love, please know that you could never talk too much,” he looked down at you affectionately, “nor could you ever be a ‘chatterbox.’” He kissed your hand gently.
- You melted like ice cream under the warmth and comfort of your husband, “thank you,” you gently smiled.
- “Anything for you, my love.”
Yoosung
- Both you and Yoosung are naturally very talkative. There’s rarely any silence between you, and you like it that way. However, other people aren’t so fond of that part of your relationship.
- You’ve both been told to shut up by teachers many times before, but rarely by close friends.
- Also, when you guys talk in a group, it isn’t uncommon for you guys to speak in tandem, but with other people and about different things.
- While hanging out with your shared group of friends, most of which you met through LOLOL, a girl had told you to stop talking so she could hear Yoosung.
- This girl clearly had a thing for Yoosung and was newer to this friend group, so her comment bothered you on every level.
- You planned on ignoring her, but her words got to you, so you exited from the group to compose yourself.
- Yoosung quickly followed since usually, you’d tell him where you were going before leaving.
- “Hey, where you going?” He questioned with his usual smile.
- “I just needed to get some space,” you apathetically responded. Hearing your tone and seeing your expression, that sweet smile quickly faded.
- “What happened? Are you ok?”
- You shook your head and shrugged submissively, “the girl who joined the group recently told me to stop talking, so she could hear you.”
- Yoosung looked back at the girl only to return his gaze to you, “why would she tell you that..? I wasn’t saying anything all that interesting,” he took your hand and swung it playfully.
- You let out a frustrated sigh, allowing your arm to swing in tandem with his, “she clearly has a thing for you.” You couldn’t look him in the eyes. You were embarrassed for being upset over something so trivial and for feeling annoyed by how dense Yoosung can be.
- Surprised by this newfound information, he stopped swinging, “wait, really?”
- Annoyed even more by the question, you nodded to avoid saying something you didn’t mean.
- “Hm.” He shortly hummed before returning to the group, with you in tow.
- He took his former spot in the group, having you stand beside him, never letting go of your hand.
- He looked at the girl with a coldness, “Hey, could you refrain from telling my girlfriend to stop talking? Thanks,” he spoke curtly, leaving little room for this girl to say anything.
- At first, the group was silent with shock, including yourself, but what quickly followed was an uproar of how Yoosung should stop bragging about having a girlfriend.
- You laughed at the sudden change in atmosphere, and you received an ever affectionate gaze from Yoosung.
Seven
- You and Seven find each other to be the funniest people that ever lived; sadly, not everyone holds to this view.
- Seven is a bit of a hermit, while you tend to be a social butterfly. So it wasn't uncommon for you to go out and spend time with a variety of friends.
- After one outing, in particular, you came home visibly upset, which put Seven on edge.
- “What’s wrong?” He came over, holding your shoulders and searching your expression for answers.
- “Rough day,” you leaned your forehead against his chest with a thud, and he held you.
- “You want to talk about it?”
- You sighed, hoping to decompress, “I met up with this new group of people, and you know how I try to make people laugh..?”
- “Yes, of course, I love that about you.”
- “Well, no one said it, but I could tell they thought I wasn’t funny, just annoying."
- “How could they think that!?” He playfully squeezed you and cuddled you closer. “You’re 606, the funniest and most caring person I’ve ever met! AND you’re the other half of 707, the GreatDefender of Justice!”
- You huffed amusedly, enjoying the affection, “you’re supposed to say that, you're my boyfriend.”
- “I would’ve said it even before becoming your boyfriend,” he said as he gently kissed the top of your head. “Feeling better now?”
- “Yes, but I wanna stay like this for a bit longer,” you said softly.
- He laughed softly and nuzzled you playfully, “no problem.”
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I do not own any characters, all ownership goes to Cheritz. Thanks for reading!
AN: Happy Valentine's Day everyone! I was not planning on having anything ready for today, but somehow this happened in a sleep-deprived stupor and I'm weirdly happy with it??? Anyways, enjoy some good ol' Jumin smut!
Every year for Valentine’s Day, you and Jumin always did something special and typically pretty over the top knowing how he likes to surprise you. However, this year with the holiday landing on a Monday, a day where you both had to work, it really put a damper on any sort of concrete plans. Sure, of course you would go out on the weekend to celebrate early, but you still wanted to surprise him on that day.
After living together for several years, you have come to be very familiar with how meticulous and organized Jumin is. Everything in his own space has its spot and very rarely strays from that location, especially in his home office. A computer with a keyboard in the middle, a notepad slightly to the right of it with pens lined up next to it, a small lamp on the left corner and a pillow for Elizabeth the Third to sit right in front of the lamp. Without fail, once he got home and greeted you, he would go to his office to finish up any last minute paperwork before allowing himself to relax with the love of his life. This information made it very easy to plan every step of your Valentine’s surprise to make sure it goes exactly how you pictured it in your head.
You managed to somehow get off work earlier than he did for once and beat him home, where you immediately rinsed off the grime of the day. Robe wrapped loosely around your still damp body, you made your way over to your giant shared walk-in closet and went straight for the outfit you had been planning for this moment. A short red dress that was form fitting on the top, but had a cute little frilly skirt on it that barely covered your ass. While you were slipping this on, you heard Elizabeth run from the bed in your room into the main area, a tell-tale sign that Jumin was home from work. He called out a quick greeting before he rushed into his office, just like you knew he would. Patting down the skirt and taking a deep breath as you felt butterflies begin to fill your stomach, as if you were dressing up for a first date and not for the man you have been married to for years now, you make your way quietly to where you knew he would be sitting.
He always looked somewhat otherworldly sitting in his large leather chair behind the dark wooden desk in his office. Sometimes looking at him in this setting made you realize the position he was in and how wild it was that you had the opportunity to meet someone like him, let alone fall in love with and end up marrying. It was hard to wrap your head around how the adorable man who falls asleep on the couch while reading books about vampire lore, with his cat curled up on his chest, is also someone who is incredibly high up in his field.
He looked up briefly, running his eyes down your form and gave you a smile before turning his eyes back to his computer, “you look beautiful my darling, did you dress up like that just for me?”
You walk closer to his desk, going around the right side and placing your hands on it so you could lean closer to him, “I did! Do you like it?” you ask as you do a little spin for him, careful to make sure the skirt didn’t go up.
“Of course I do, you always look breathtaking,” he says as he takes one of your hands and kisses it, bringing a light flush to your cheeks, “I’m so sorry but I had to finish up one last thing before I could greet you properly.”
“No need to apologize, I understand! Is it alright for me to keep you company while you do that?”
He pats his desk, signaling for you to sit, “I would love nothing more,” he answers with one of his smiles he only gives you, his eyes softening with the rest of his face while he looks at you with all of the adoration in the world.
You take a look at his desk to make sure everything was how it normally was. Pens on the right, next to his notepad, exactly like you knew they would be. Putting one hand down to pretend to lift yourself onto his desk, you feint your hand slipping and “accidentally” knock one of his pens onto the floor.
“Oh! I’m so sorry honey, let me pick that up,” you say as you turn your back to him and bend over from the waist to grab the pen on the ground, feeling the short skirt ride up as you did so. You knew he saw your surprise for him when you heard his breath catch and felt his strong hands grab you by the waist to pull you onto his lap, flush against his chest.
You could feel his lips brush against your ear as you hear his deep voice come out in a breathy whisper, “no panties huh?” his hand starts running from its place on your waist, down to your inner thigh, “is this what you had planned all along?”
As soon as you nodded your head in response, his fingers expertly spread your folds and started rubbing circles around your clit slowly. “You couldn’t even let me finish my work first? That’s how needy you are for me?”
You let out a whine in response, to which he stopped his movements, “use your words and answer me princess, I know you can.”
“Yes, yes! Please Jumin,” you can hear the desperation in your voice, and moan in relief as his fingers continue what they had started before.
“There we go, that’s a good girl,” his voice sends shivers down your spine as he picks up the pace. “I do need to finish what I was working on before you decided to interrupt me though, maybe you can help me out until I’m done?”
You gulp and nod your head, he removes his hand from the mess you were beginning to make and taps your leg gently to have you stand up. Confused, you turn your head to see him unzipping his slacks and sliding them and his underwear down just enough to where his cock sprung free. You could feel the heat rising in your body at the sight. One of his hands finds its way back around your waist to pull you gently back onto his lap, while the other is wrapped around the base of his member, guiding it to slip into your warm, wet walls until he was buried to the hilt. You let out a gasp as you felt the stretch of him entering you and resting right at your most sensitive spot.
“Now stay just like that for me until I’m done, if you’re good then I might give you what you really want,” he whispers as he kisses your neck, making you squirm ever so slightly.
He gets back to his work like normal, as if your pussy wasn’t stretched around him, flexing his cock every once in a while just to make you jump so he could scold you for not holding still while he was trying to work. You could feel yourself becoming a slick mess around him, trying to follow his command, while also being even more desperate for this man to fuck you properly already.
After what seems like forever, he finally logs off of his computer, barely giving you enough time to process that he was done before he stood from his chair without warning, forcing you to find your footing quickly. Bending you over his desk with a hand at the small of your back to keep you down, he leans forward, chest pushing down against your back, pressing you further onto the desk as he gets closer to your ear.
“You were so good for me my love, now let me give you your reward,” he says, standing back upright, pulling himself from your wet heat before slamming back in, making your body lunge forward from the impact.
You can feel moans being pulled from your body and echoing throughout the room with every thrust of his hips against yours, each time his dick hitting the deepest parts of you, knowing exactly how to make you feel good. His hand runs up through your hair, grabbing it at the base and using it to pull you up, causing your back to arch as he leans your head against his chest, moving his other hand to wrap around your throat and choke you lightly as he uses it as leverage to quicken his pace.
The constant pounding of that spot deep inside you along with the slight lightheadedness that came from his hand around your neck had you hurtling towards your finish faster than you thought was possible. With a scream, you plunge over the edge, your pussy throbbing and pulsing around him, practically milking his cock as he fucks you through your orgasm. With how wet and tight you were, he was soon to follow, hips stuttering and filling you to the brim as he came deep inside you with a deep groan of his own.
He pulls his softening cock from your walls and turns you around to face him, pulling you into a deep, heated kiss, holding you flush against him.
You pull away, resting your forehead against his, “Happy Valentine’s Day Jumin,” you say, letting out a soft giggle.
“Happy Valentine’s Day my love,” he smiles back at you before moving to sweep you up into a bridal carry, kicking his pants off from around his ankles. His soft smile turns into a smirk as he goes to walk you both towards the bedroom, “but don’t think I’m done with you just yet.”
