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[diavolosbaby]

Hey does anyone remember a jumin fic where MC has a panic attack during their first intimate time together and runs off, ghosting him for a bit? I remember asking that of someone and I can't remember who and can't find it

[shittylongcatposts]

Personal headcanons for Jumin

A/N: Hello guys!^^ Here’s a list of some hcs i have for Jumin, i always wanted to write them down and finally took the time to do so. Hope you like it!!  Oh there are a few nsfw ones at the end too, those are hidden under the cut :3 Have fun!! 

Appearance:

the moment it starts raining or snowing his hair gets wild and stands up in all different directions. Which is really annoying if he is about to attend a meeting or a photoshoot

has really broad shoulders, perfect for leaning onto them if you need it. (they got broader in hid teenage years from his swimming. does that make sense??)

has very long, legs and is very sturdy and also tall boi confirmed

doesn’t really have a six pack, because I think he’d focus mostly on cardio training when he exercises. it keeps him healthy

has really nice large hands, a little bit veiny, with long straight fingers, uses lotion over the night to keep them soft

Jumin has little to no beard growth, so he is always clean shaved, otherwise there would just be a few stubbles here and there and he doesn’t like that. (loves it when you’re shaving him- he trusts you completely)

Relationship

Jumin loves it when you start pouting after he teased you -  it’s cute

cares a lot about your wellbeing and your health, so if there’s a problem he’d love to help you in every way possible. 

loves to watch you when you’re knitting, stitching, dancing, painting, writing - everything. You’re very fascinating to him, and he loves it when you poke out your tongue while you’re focused on your task. 

loves cooking with you and trying out new recipes

he definitely spoils you. Saw something you like? Jumin will make sure to buy it for you. Want to go out with him? He’d take you to all the super expensive restaurants you never even dared to set a foot inside. 

When you work in a job you don’t want to quit, even though Jumin already made himself very clear you don’t have to work, he’d support you at all times

When you both had a stressful day he’d draw in a bath for you two. He loves bathing with you, it saves water but also calms him down a lot. Jumin loves to scrub your back and massage it to get rid of the stress. He definitely plays with your hair then too, while you cover Jumin in foam (i bet he lit up some candles and got two glasses of wine for you too!!) 

At night you two always get ready for bed together, while changing clothes, brushing teeth and everything you talk about this and that

loves slow dancing in the kitchen with you, before you two cook together.

His eyes always sparkle when you two sit right in front of each other when you’re eating dinner. 

At official parties/ other festivities Jumin always makes sure to show everybody you belong to him, from time to time he’d share small pecks with you or squeeze your shoulders when he stands behind you 

His eyes are always following you, a proud smile on his lips, but the moment he sees somebody hitting on you he will pop out of nowhere and put an arm around your waist, smoothly joining the conversation, maybe even give you a quick kiss. 

since he never really received many hugs - he would have to get used to them at first, but after a while he’ll grow quite fond of them and every other physical contact. Jumin loves to cuddle with you after a hard day of work or right after he wakes up.

He loves to be the big spoon, the way you fit perfectly in his arms as if you were made for each other. But from time to time when the threads come back and pull tighter around his chest or after he wakes up from a nightmare he loves to lean onto you or to be the little spoon. With his head on your chest, your heartbeat in his ear, your hands softly stroking his black hair and the soft words you whisper he’d feel safe and at ease. 

This young man would never miss the chance to sleep right next to you and his beloved Elizabeth the 3rd

Oh btw he really loves it when you cuddle with her, his most beloved angels get along so well and that makes his heart jump and skip a beat.

NSFW (ok so this is just me being horny af- sorry >.<)

Appearance: 

Jumin gives off quite the big dick energy so… there’s gotta be something to it. I mean he’s got a pretty nice nose after all and you know what they say… 

I don’t think he is clean shaved, maybe he does it from time to time but I don’t think he cares a lot about it. 

has a clean shaved chest though (it’s like his beard growth- only a few hairs every few centimeters, so it would look very weird if he’d let them grow)

has some veins on his penis (one of them is pretty long) 

now his pretty fingers come in handy too!!! 2. While doing the do:

Jumin loves to feel your smooth skin on his own. It reminds him of cashmere and silk, two of his favourite feelings on his skin. 

The young man loves the way you draw circles on his chest or his inner thigh- this really gets him going, and leaves a burning sensation on his skin. The higher you go up on his thigh  (or the deeper you wander on his torso) the more he yearns for your touch right where a suspicious bulge starts to grow >.< 

he loves to blindfold you, or to tie you up with one of his ties... 

ok let’s not lie here, he loves bdsm and i don’t think there are a lot of things he wouldn’t try out with you

He also asks for your consent!!! Always! Thats very important to him

also safe sex is very important to him too, I bet he makes sure you’re both healthy before doing the do

would never do something you don’t like or don’t want to do. 

loves receiving but is also very down to give and get you in the mood more than enough. He’s only ready when you are already writhing beneath him, moaning his name over and over again. 

He loves to watch you please yourself, that way he gets to know what you love the most, it also turns him on so bad. 

He doesn’t like to masturbate on his own, but when he’s on a business trip or you are staying somewhere else (wait that would be strang ebut oh well) he’d be down for some dirty words you exchange over the phone, only then or when he needs to relieve some pressure he’d give himself a few strokes, twists and turns. But he misses you all the way. 

The first few times he’d hide his boner, but after being together for a quite while he’d just walk right up to you, either whispering into your ear or hugging you from behind to let you know that his thoughts are running wild

Jumin loves to tease… in every way. 

ice cubes

deep thrusts

he would never admit it, but Jumin really likes it when you roll him over and take control. 

tries to give you shivers while doing the do, lets his fingers or his lips merely brush over your skin to drive you insane. 

when you’re doing doggy style he loves to pull your hair (especially when you still have a ponytail - then he wraps it around his hand and pulls just enough to not hurt you)

deep thrusts

loves the feeling of you tight around his dick, especially when you reach your peak

with your fingernails digging inside his skin, trying to pull him tighter in your embrace, wishing you would never have to part away from him anymore... 

never was into sending dick pics, only if you’d like to receive one (but it’ll be a bit blurry after all), but if you like to send him a naughty pic he always loses his composure. 

it drives him wild when you play all innocent. especially when you wear lace underwear/ lingerie, nice clothes (which are also revealing), a collar, cat ears, or a cat tail... >.<

He loves to hold you in his arms when he cums, and likes the feeling of his twitching member inside of you...

is all in for aftercare, and maybe some more rounds after that! 

but also gets very sleepy afterwards and cuddly. 

that’s it! Bye^^

[yoosungisbabie]

pajamas - day seven

@juminweek2019

jumin x mc

rating: T

prompt: {striped shirts} / silk underwear

warnings: spoilers for day 7 of Jumin’s route!

word count: 2,500

ao3 link

[my Ko-fi♡]

They're both against her wearing Jumin's shirt as her pajamas, but that won't stop her.

note: this takes place during and after the chat at 21:58 on day 7 of Jumin's route! this is one of my favorite parts of his route.

also, thank you all so much for all your support throughout this week! please stay safe and enjoy! ♡

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She glanced over at him as her face began to flush with color. Jumin had settled into the couch a few minutes earlier, opting to sit at the opposite end from her. He seemed lost in thought; his gaze wasn’t quite focused on the phone in his hands, so her eyes flitted back to her own device, scanning the messages once more to make sure she hadn’t imagined them.

ZEN: Anyways, I get that you’re not getting any weird thoughts

ZEN: even though you’re alone with MC right now.

Jumin Han: I don’t know.

ZEN: What do you mean;;

She pressed her teeth into her tongue, glancing back up only to meet Jumin’s eyes. She looked away quickly, focusing on thinking about what to say in response instead of the heat in her cheeks.

She smiled as a silly thought came into her mind, knowing that Zen would absolutely hate the very idea. But that only spurred her on. She also wanted to help shift the subject a little, knowing that Jumin was having a rough time and didn’t need to be interrogated.

MC: I… want to wear Jumin’s striped shirt as my pajamas, but he keeps stopping me.

She hesitantly pressed send, watching as a small smile lifted Jumin’s lips. She saw him begin typing, her heart jumping at what he would have to say. But as she looked back to the chatroom in anticipation, she was met with the exact reaction she’d expected from Zen.

ZEN: No!!!!!!!!!

She couldn’t help but giggle to herself, the sound drawing Jumin’s gaze as he finished typing.

Jumin Han: Your pajamas will be delivered soon in perfect size.♛ 

ZEN: No!!!!

ZEN: Never!!

ZEN: Don’t even think about pajamas.

ZEN: Since you’re not spending the night there! 

She couldn’t help but be amused, rolling her eyes a little at how worked up Zen was getting and how she’d been able to guess that he’d have that reaction.

But the whole conversation sparked an idea in her mind, one that rapidly grew into a plan. She was undoubtedly grateful that Jumin had gone to the trouble of ordering tailored clothes for her, but seeing how adamant Zen was about her not wearing his shirt stirred a sort of childish mischief in her.

Before she could convince herself otherwise, she stood from the couch and met Jumin’s gaze when it was drawn to her.

“Is it okay if I use the bathroom?” she asked. He nodded, standing from the couch to meet her.

“Of course. It’s that door just there,” he informed her, gesturing with his hand towards the door she’d already guessed led to the bathroom.

“Thank you,” she smiled, stepping forward to walk past him. She quickly realized she could have gone the other way, noticing how small of a space she had to squeeze between him and the coffee table. A bright blush rose to her cheeks as she clenched her jaw in embarrassment.

“Sorry,” she breathed out as she moved past him, feeling her body lightly brush against his. His soft scent washed over her senses, making her heart jump against her ribs. But she kept walking, moving to the bathroom quickly and almost regretting getting up at all.

She closed the door as gently as possible, leaning against it and breathing out. She hadn’t gotten a glimpse of his face, but if she had, what would his expression have looked like?

Shaking her head, she pressed her hands to her cheeks, hoping to cool them down. She had been sent to his penthouse to make sure that he was okay, not to flirt with him. She couldn’t deny her attraction to him, but she hadn’t even known him for a full week.

Taking a deep breath, she lifted her eyes to look around the spacious bathroom. It was pretty fancy, but the laundry basket adjacent to the shower was the only thing that caught her eye. She moved over to it quickly, pulling the wicker lid from the top and peering inside.

A short sigh left her lungs in relief, and a giddy, almost nervous smile stretched across her face. She’d guessed that Jumin would change when he arrived home from work. Even though he was still wearing a dress shirt and slacks, it seemed like a casual outfit for him. And it turned out she was right because a pinstriped, button-up shirt was lying in the basket waiting for her to take it.

She briefly laughed, taking the shirt from the basket and sizing it up. She figured it would be quite big on her, but the fabric was so soft, and it smelled like Jumin. It would be more comfortable than any other clothing she could sleep in.

Her phone vibrated against the marble countertop by the sink, prompting her to pick it up and read over the messages she’d missed in the chatroom. Jumin had suggested a party guest at Zen’s request and then said that it was probably time for her to sleep. Zen said his goodbyes, leaving her to continue on with her plan.

She was beginning to undress when there was a knock at the door.

“Y-yes?” she answered, sliding her arm back through her shirt quickly.

“Excuse me. Your pajamas arrived. Would you like to change into them?” Jumin spoke through the door, putting a smile on her face at both his kindness and his soft voice.

“Oh, sure,” she replied, placing his shirt back in the hamper before opening the bathroom door. He stood there, the draft from the door brushing his hair across his forehead, with the folded pajamas in his hands.

“Thank you,” she smiled, reaching to take them from him. His hands brushed hers, his skin soft and warm and immediately making her stomach tie itself in knots. He pressed his lips together, returning his hands to his sides before taking a gentle breath.

“It’s my pleasure,” he responded. “I want you to be comfortable here, so please, if you need anything let me know,” he told her, his tone genuine and kind. She hugged the pajamas to her chest, feeling her heart swell at his hospitality. It was more than she could ever ask for though; all she really needed was his company.

“Okay,” she breathed out, completely charmed by his words and his warm look. She began closing the door, seeing him nod and turn to walk back towards what she guessed was the couch.

When the door was closed, she locked it, placing the pajamas on the bathroom counter and taking a deep breath. His sweet words made her second-guess herself, and she worried her bottom lip between her teeth and she went over it again in her mind.

She knew she would be much more comfortable in something simple. The pajamas looked to be made of something expensive, and although grateful, she knew she would feel slightly nervous to be wearing something so fancy to bed.

She also knew that Zen’s reaction would almost certainly make her laugh, and it might even amuse Jumin too. That was enough to push her forward, leaving her undergarments on as she pulled on his shirt and carefully buttoned it up.  

It was definitely oversized on her, the ends of the shirt meeting just above the halfway point of her thighs. The sleeves fell past her hands, the button cuffs at the end undone. She looked in the mirror, glad that the fabric wasn’t see through and making sure that she’d buttoned it up high enough.

She turned and took a deep breath, placing a hand on the door handle and letting out another quiet laugh at what she was doing. But she steeled herself, opening the door and stepping out to find him waiting for her on the arm of the armchair near the couch. His hands were in his lap, and it seemed like he had dimmed the lights.

But it was as clear as day when she was met with a shocked expression, an uncontrollable blush spreading across her face.

“D-did…” he started to say, his voice faltering before he stopped to clear his throat. He stood to meet her, walking a few paces forward but staying a safe distance. He kept his eyes firmly on hers. It was hard to tell in the dim light, but she could have sworn there was a hint of pink just above his cheekbones.

“Did the pajamas not fit correctly?” he asked her, his intense gaze making her throat run dry. She looked down at herself, gripping the end of the shirt tightly.

“I just thought this would be a lot more comfortable,” she replied, seeing his eyebrows furrow slightly at her words. “I hope this is okay,” she added quickly, hoping she hadn’t upset him. He let out a breath that sounded shaky, his hands moving to adjust the button cuffs on the ends of his own sleeves.

“I see. I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable...” he spoke tensely, his voice trailing off as his eyes moved to her hands. She pressed her lips together, glancing down at them and back to him in confusion.

“Let me help you with those sleeves,” he offered, taking a careful step towards her and extending his hand. But before he touched her, his hand froze, their eyes meeting once more in an electrified gaze.

“May I?” he asked, raising his eyebrows at her. She nodded, feeling her breaths move in and out of her lungs at a quick pace. She’d had no idea that she would get so nervous once she was in his sight.

Jumin found her wrist beneath the fabric of the shirt, his cold fingers lifting her arm towards his chest. The soft sleeve slid from her skin, exposing her shaky hand as he turned it over and signaled for her to hold her arm there. His adept fingers worked to fold up the sleeve to a comfortable length for her, securing the buttons just above her wrist.

She was about to thank him, but then he took her hand in his again, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the inside of her wrist. Her heart leapt into action, the heat already in her cheeks spreading into her neck.

But Jumin remained silent, seeming to calm slightly as her heart rate only rose higher and higher. He lifted her other hand, adjusting the button cuff there and then kissing the same spot on her wrist.

It was only after his lips left her skin that he met her gaze, his gray eyes shadowy but warm in the dim lights of his penthouse. She could no longer find it in herself to speak, feeling like she couldn’t trust her voice after the tender care he’d offered her.

“I never thought seeing someone else in my clothes would stir such a strong reaction in me,” he said, his voice deep and throaty. He searched her eyes, seeming to be waiting for a response. She had been distracted trying to put a name to the warmth spreading through her chest, but she’d heard him loud and clear.

“Is it a good reaction?” she asked, glad that her voice didn’t fail her.

“Yes,” he replied quickly, his eyes burning into hers. “Very much so.”

It was then that he lifted his hand to her face, his fingertips ghosting across her jaw before he brushed her cheek with the back of his hand. Her skin felt like it could ignite under his touch, and her lips fell open in a soundless gasp when he moved to cup her cheek. His palm felt cool again the heat of her skin, her heart fluttering rapidly.

He pulled his hand from her face, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear before running his fingers through the length of it incredibly gently. His eyes were wide, seeming as if he wanted to take everything in and never forget it.

His hand returned to her cheek, and she watched his eyes wander her face, landing on her lips.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, the softest smile gracing his countenance. She felt weak, but she never wanted him to stop, his touch being a drug that she was willing to be addicted to.

His thumb moved to her bottom lip, slowly tracing the gentle curve of it. She felt his left hand move to caress her other cheek, removing his thumb from her lips and starting to move closer. She let her eyes find his mouth, anticipating his next move, but it was then that he stopped himself, searching her eyes as his widened once more.

Jumin began to pull back, letting his skin slide off hers disappointingly. She immediately missed the warmth of his touch, a look of confusion drawing her eyebrows downward.

“Forgive me. I’m keeping you awake,” he spoke gently, remaining so close to her. She didn’t want to pressure him, especially when there was so much going on in his head, but her heart was still racing from the thought of kissing him.

But she composed herself, trying to reign in the fire just beneath her skin and put on a smile.

“Where will you sleep?” she asked him, feeling her stomach drop when he averted his eyes, opting to look at the floor. Even though she moved to amend her question, she couldn’t deny that seeing his cheeks flush felt like an accomplishment.

“I-I just feel bad for stealing your bed,” she explained, hearing a short, breathy laugh come from him as he met her gaze again.

“I’ll be fine,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest as he took another half-step back from her. “I don’t think I’ll sleep. I have some things to think about,” he told her. She was unable to help the worry that settled into her features, guilt pressing against her conscience.

“But nothing for you to worry,” he smiled, making her expression lighten. “Just rest up on my bed.” She nodded, looking over at the large bed that waited for her. She glanced back at him, wishing the pain in his eyes could be taken away by sheer will.

“Goodnight, Jumin,” she spoke softly, wanting to reach out to him but restraining herself. He bowed his head slightly, offering her a smile that she hoped she would get to see more often.

“Goodnight,” he said, watching her walk over and crawl into his bed. She smiled at him as he flipped the lights off completely, seeing him move towards the kitchen.

When he disappeared from sight, she let out a dizzy sigh, the thought of his hands on her making her heart race all over again.

As she laid in his bed trying to calm down, she admired how quiet the penthouse was. She felt safe there. It was so silent, in fact, that when Jumin let out his own shaky sigh and laughed, she could hear it loud and clear.

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hehe, as I was writing this, I was thinking that if this happened in his route, it would probably be on the way to a bad ending...yikes

anyway! aaaaah! I can’t believe this week is already over! thank you all so much for all your kind comments and support!! it means more to me than you know! <3 

please stay safe, and look out for more from me in the future! <3

[randomtrashsstuff]

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'Mystic messenger'

Featuring;

Zen

Jumin han

Jaehee

Saeyoung choi

Yoosung kim

V

Saran Choi

Vaderwood

Y/n L/n

~•COMING•~

~•SOON•~

Please feel free to ask me for Amy request

GENRE: romance

Angst

Fluff

Series

Smut

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[copperhearts]

Hey there! Can you write a scenario where Jumin thought he had protect or shield mc from getting shot or an accident but at the last minute mc turn the table around and protect him instead . She almost died but survived. After the incident Jumin becomes more possessive, clingy and protective of mc because he was traumatised of almost losing her. Can you make this angsty and ends it with a fluff

Will do ^-^ Hope it’s good!

Today was just suppose to be a fun little date commoner style.

You know, nothing too extravagant like a trip around theworld or eating at a restaurant that was privately booked for just the two ofthem. She wanted something small, like stargazing! She wanted to go to the lakein the park’s after Jumin got off of work tonight. So that’s what they did.

Walking hand-in-hand to the park, Jumin and (Y/N) had smileson their faces; it’s been awhile since the two had a date; especially one thatwas outside and that had no body guards hanging around to kill the mood betweenthem. Once the couple reached the lake they both laid down, (Y/N) resting herhead on Jumin’s chest, right above his heart, and Jumin resting his head herown head. Peacefully, they watched the stars twinkle and pointed outconstellations they knew and showed them to the other. They even spotted ashooting star once! Everything was perfect.

That is, until…

BAMM!

Jumin and (Y/N) shot up from their positions on the groundthen turned to where the shot sounded from. They were met with the site of aman who was pointing a gun in the air, likely to fire a shot and get their attention.The man looks like he’s in his early 20’s, he has white hair with pink tips aswell as mint coloured eyes. He was wearing a leather jacket with a red tank topand black pants; the right sleeve of the jacket was hanging around his arm toreveal a black cult tattoo of an eye. There was also a mask hiding half of hisface which in turn changed the way his voice sounded.

“Well, well, well. I see… you went with the corporate hair,interesting. I guess the plan can still work, come here pretty lady, come to paradisewith me.” the man lowered the gun and cooed to (Y/N).

Jumin and (Y/N) stood up and Jumin went to shield her. “Overmy dead body” Jumin hissed. The man only laughed. When he stopped looked atthem, his eyes had a crazed look to them.

“Very well, have it your way” then the man lifted his gun backup to point it a him and pulled the trigger. Jumin closed his eyes, waited forthe pain of the bullet contacting him to come, but it never did. When he openedhis eyes again, he was met with the sight if (Y/N), protecting him with her ownbody. Shortly after, she fell to the ground, clutching the wound that was locatedon her abdomen. Jumin quickly fell to the ground after her, panicking at thepossible outcomes to come. ‘Don’t die,don’t die (Y/N), please! I need you’ he though but did not voice it, he hasto be calm. For her. Jumin looks upfrom (Y/N) for a second to see where the culprit went, only, he finds that themysterious man has disappeared from the scene. He then looks back down at his bleedinglover.

“J-Jumin,” she chokes out. Because of the wound and itslocation on her body, (Y/N) is losing her strength, and fast.

“Save your strength, my love, someone will be here soon.” Thoughhis face shows that he is calm, his voice says otherwise.

“I-I love y-you, J-Jumin” she breaths out before losingconsciousness in his arms.

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2 weeks

It took two weeks for her to wake up in the hospital fromher injuries. Jumin was sitting right by her side when she did, he hasn’t evenleft the spot when it was unnecessary, any moment that he could spare he spentby her side, waiting. The man, on theother hand, has just disappeared; Jumin and his team just can’t find himanywhere! Even Seven has no clue!

When (Y/N) was released from the hospital a few days later,Jumin decided that the amount of body guards will triple, both of them will never go anywhere without guards and shewill not leave the penthouse without telling him. With these rules inplace, (Y/N) became suffocated in the amount of protection given. To add tothose rules, whenever they did goout, Jumin would always have an arm wrapped around her waist and would beholding her as close to him at all times. As well, if anyone, anyone, looks remotely suspicions Juminends up giving them a glare that says “Ican destroy you with a flick of my wrist, so you better back up.” Honestly, it’s scary! After some time, (Y/N) hadenough.

“Jumin, this needs to stop” she says in a firm tone. Juminhas a look of confusion on his face at her sudden words.

“What needs to stop, love?”

“The amount of body guards we have with us, the way you actwhen we do go out, which is rarely, and the fact that I have to tell you when I’m going out; it’s just…it’s too much Jumin. I can’t breathe, you need to cut back a little.” Jumin didn’tlike that, now he’s a little mad.

“What I am doing is for your safety! I get you to tell me soin case something happens I know where you are and the guards are so nothing willhappen to you again! I almost lost you! I can’t lose you, I can’t lose the onewho showed me how to show emotions, the one who helped me back on track and,most importantly, the love of my life.” Jumin started to cool down a little atthe end, which is good.

“I know, I know, but what you are doing right now, to keepme safe, it’s not healthy. Why don’t we start small, starting with less guardsaround and going out a little more often, and then go from there. Please Jumin”she gives him a smile, a smile that’s so sweet it melts hearts no matter whothey are.

“Alright kitten. I am sorry that I made you feel that way, Iwas just really scared. If I ever did lose you, I wouldn’t know what to do, I’dbe lost for good” Jumin says while going to embrace (Y/N). She gladly returnsit, resting her head on his chest, right above his heart. Then she turns herhead up to look at him.

“I know Jumin but, you’ll never lose me, I’ll alwaysbe here,” she coos, “I promise.”

Requests are open! You can request something of your own OR request from this list plus a character! No NSFW please^-^ 

[aspiringwriterkisako]

Dedicated to my love

MC is a writer and writes a romance novel dedicated to Jumin. MC's name is Miki. "This book is dedicated to the most wonderful person in the world, my love, Jumin. Thank you for showing me what love is, every single day." These were the words she had written when she was alone in her study, feeling proud, overwhelmed, and most of all, so, so loved. But now that she had the hardcopy of the published book in her hand, she couldn't help feeling embarrassed. It was the first book she had written after being married. Jumin had asked to read it, but she kept stalling, insisting she would let him when it was edited, when it was approved, when it printed, and on and on. She hadn't even let him on on what the plot was. And now, it was in the market. People had already read it and were leaving reviews, and some-a few- were referencing the words on the very first dedication page. She had to thank Jumin's new business deal for keeping him too busy to mess with her business. He didn't know it, but the book had already been delivered weeks before, one official copy for the penthouse apartment they shared. Today, he was coming home early. Early enough for lunch, in fact, because he was finally done with signing the contract. And she knew he would ask about the book. She jolted as she heard the door open. "Miki, I'm home," said a deep, carrying voice. Elizabeth meowed and got off Miki's lap, pattering over to Jumin. Miki shoved the book under the cushions of the sofa she was sitting on and got up. "Jumin," she greeted him as he came in the living room with a white fluffy cat in his arms. His face lit up as his eyes fell on her, and throwing an arm around her, he held both the girls close, drawing a deep breath and relaxing his body, melting into the hug. "Welcome home," Miki nuzzeled against his chest, smiling inspite of herself. "Hungry?" She asked. "Mmm," Jumin replied. She took his hand and led him to the already set table. "Today's your favourite," she announced. "For working so hard all the time." "Oh," he said, his smile wider as he looked softly at her. "Thank you. I wouldn't have made it through this week without your smile." He bent down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. "My baby," he muttered, his eyes full of adoration. As was their custom, they didn't talk about work during their meal. Instead, Jumin pulled her chair towards his, disregarding table ettiqutes, and talked about random things that took his fancy. He told her how tired he was, how he would like a nap after this (Miki's heart soared, maybe he wouldn't mention the book) and then he paused for a while, and said, glancing at her, "You do look sweet today." Miki felt her cheeks getting warmer. In the middle of the meal, he bent down again and placed a kiss on her cheek. She threw him a playful glare and shoved her own spoonful towards his. With a boyish smile, he ate it. Before they knew it, they were feeding each other, and dropping little kisses here and there. Jumin helped her put away the dishes. "I'll take out a change of clothes for you to sleep in," Miki said. "No," he said, putting the last of the dried dishes back in the cabinet. "Stay." She didn't feel good about this. A feeling of foreboarding filled her. Jumin turned to look at her with a smile, oblivious to the dread she was feeling. "Your book. It came out the day before yesterday." He said, his smile fading into a serious look. "I'm sorry we weren't able to celebrate. For tonight, let's have dinner at that pasta place you love." He took her hand in his and placed a kiss on it. "And for tomorrow, I'm all yours." He draped an arm across her waist, and Miki couldn't help but melt into him. "Did they send you a copy?" He asked eagerly. Miki looked away and muttered, "Yes." "May I read it? You've kept me in suspense for so long." Both his arms were around her now, the way he was when he was excited. Miki sighed and led him to the sofa, fishing the book out from behind the cushion and handed it to him. He grinned, feeling the book in his hands. Opening up the pages, he stopped at the dedication page. Miki cursed internally. Most people skip it. His grin vanished as he read the words, he threw her a glance, his lips moving as he read, something he never did, even when reading complicated contracts. He looked up at her, his lips parted. "Baby-" he began. But Miki couldn't take it any longer. Burrying her face in her hands, she ran away, saying, "Just let me know what you think!" It was evening by the time she emerged from her study. Elizabeth meowed, hearing her door open from somewhere inside the home, and Miki followed her voice. They met halfway, the cat already on her way towards her with her tail held high. "Elizabeth." She bent down to pet her. "Where is he?" Elizabeth understood and led the way towards their bedroom. The lights were off, save for a table lamp on the bedside table. The curtains were drawn and the room's thermostat lowered. Jumin was snuggled under the blanket, the book over his face, a hand still  on it. Miki picked the book up, impressed. He was more than halfway done. Jumin opened one eye. "Baby," he said sleepily. "C'mhere." He threw his arms wide open. Miki giggled, and threw herself on top of him, his arms closing around her in a clumsy yet tight embrace. "Beautiful," he muttered, his eyes half open. "I had such beautiful dreams." He nuzzeled his cheek into her hair. "It's a beautiful, beautiful book. I love you so much. My sweetheart." He sighed happily. "Jumin," she said, her voice barely a whisper as the warm feeling, starting from her heart, spread to the rest of her, leaving a tingling sensation. "I love you, darling." He turned her over to the side, looking straight into her face, a smile on his lips. A hand stroked her hair. Miki opened her mouth, determined to make him fully understand, "I put- all my love for you into it. I did my best... to convey my feelings when writing it." Jumin's eyes widened, and he laughed, a soft pink dusting his cheeks. When he looked at her, his eyes were sparkling. He leaned towards her, and pressed a kiss to her lips. "I-" On her left cheek. "Love-" On her right cheek. "You.-" On her forehead. He kissed her nose, her eyelids, till she let out a laugh. They were both blushing fools.

[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

Cherries And Love Have Four Things In Common

Written for the RFA Valentines Event 2k17

I was assigned @the-sloth-woman, who I can actually tag now! Yay! My prompt was Jumin Han fluff and something spring-themed like visiting a garden. So…have MC and Jumin picking cherries together.

This is Jumin x Reader, 1081 words :) And Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! Posting this early because it’s my lady’s birthday today and valentine’s day tomorrow. I’m going to be busy.

The day is hot. Too hot. You adjust your sunglasses and exhale, scouring your locale.

The weather reports are unanimous in calling it a heatwave, even if none of them are able to agree on a temperature. The penthouse, at present, is practically an oven and Jumin’s calls from the office on your lunch break have picked up in frequency.

“Are you well? Did you drink? Did you check Elizabeth’s water bowl?”

The answers are always the same, right down to the sigh and observation that no matter how often you check it, she much prefers the water in your glass.

Today is different, though. It’s Valentine’s Day. And not only is it baking hot, but you appear to be married to the most oblivious man in the whole world.

Credit where it is due, however. Two weeks earlier, he mentioned that he meant to clear his schedule and spend the day entirely as you wished. Nothing was out of his reach. A vacation? Done. An appointment with your favourite idol? Done. In the end, though, there was only one thing that you wanted and it seemed to surprise him the most.

The only thing you asked of him was to go to the cherry farm. You’d imagined it so many times, from the bright fruit to the way the sun shone through the leaves and Jumin with his shirt sleeves rolled up as the pair of you tugged cherries from the branches. Jumin made no secret of the fact that he didn’t understand your fascination, but he adhered to your wishes anyhow.

And so there you are, frowning at the sight of your husband sitting comfortably under a parasol, while you clutch onto a basket and your hands are sweaty from the afternoon heat. The cherry farm itself is everything you had hoped it would be, but as far as picking cherries with Jumin goes…that is something else entirely. He is far more content to watch you dart between the boughs in the summer dress you chose together, all while sipping lemonade.

Retrospectively perhaps you ought to have been more specific in your conditions; Jumin is still learning how to empathise and it should not really have come as a surprise to you that your ulterior motives were not immediately obvious from the beginning. Even so, you chuckle at your empty basket, suddenly proud at the plan coming together in your mind.

Jumin is curious when you approach him, clearly eager to see the fruits of your efforts. He leans forward in his seat and sets aside his drink, lifting his own sunglasses and appears perplexed when he realises that instead of showing him the contents of your basket, you extend your hand.

“Is there a problem?” He says, his hand cold from the lemonade. “I asked the staff to-”

“Only that you’re all of the way over here. I miss you.”

His reaction is slow. The tension easing from his shoulders and the expression of concern dissolving into one of mild amusement.

“Well,” he says. “We shall have to fix that, won’t we?”

The sun is hot against your back as the pair of you return hand in hand to the cherry trees. You pass him the basket and reach over to roll up his sleeves, laughing as he is demonstrably conflicted over whether he should leave your sloppy handiwork in place or readjust it in a way that is proper and unlikely to unravel. He leaves it in the end, however, choosing to endure the loose fabric folds out of a sort of sentiment for the spots your fingers brushed against the skin.

“I don’t really know much about cherries. What about that one?”

You tug a cherry from the branch and lift it up to see. Jumin takes it from your fingers and pinches it between finger and thumb. He makes a sound of contemplation as he turns it round in his grip and you cannot help but chuckle at his serious expression.

“Jumin…could it be that you don’t know if they’re ripe either?”

“Why would I? I’ve always had them picked for me,” he says. “And until now I’ve never been curious.”

He plants it in the basket and you peer at a different branch.

“We’re not very good at this, are we?”

“The farmers here were impressed with your knowledge of cherries,” says Jumin, as you pull a particularly bright red fruit from the branch. “That’s why they came to the party.”

It’s not framed as a question, but he’s asking one all the same.

“Ah. I used g-.”

And in that moment you both have the same flicker of enlightenment. Jumin reaches into his pocket for his smartphone and you watch in anticipation as he loads the internet, which considering your location is almost torturously slow.

“Huh,” is his eventual reaction. “It says here we have to taste them.”

“Really now?”

Your initial impression is that he’s flirting in some obscure way, until he turns his phone screen and you can read the facts for yourself. Sure enough, you are advised to wait until the cherries are fully red and taste test one before picking a new batch.

“Would you like to do the honours?” You ask, passing him the cherry in your hand after he puts away his phone.

He takes it from you, hesitant at first, and then sinks his teeth into the fruit. You have to admit that it’s more than a bit satisfying to watch the juice trickle down his chin.

“Well?” You ask. “How is it?”

“It’s…ah…”

He seems unsure and you don’t know why, though all becomes clear when he motions for you to come closer. You take two steps forward and he kisses your lips and in that moment not only can you taste the sweetness of the cherries on his lips, but also the cool sharpness of lemonade. Suddenly, you’re incredibly aware of the dirt path beneath your shoes and the arid heat of the day.

Both of you are toppled when the kiss is broken; neither quite knowing how to proceed.

“Well?” He says, though you’re almost certain he’s not talking about the cherries anymore.

“I’m not sure. I think I’ll need another taste to be certain.”

When he picks you up later, Driver Kim does not question why your basket is empty but the pair of you have cherry juice smothered across your faces.

Frankly, he’s seen worse and, honestly, he knows better.

[yoosungisbabie]

can i kiss you? - day three

@juminweek2019​

jumin x mc

rating: T

prompt: {soap operas} / video games

warnings: spoilers for day 8 of Jumin’s route

word count: 1,729

ao3 link

[my Ko-fi♡]

When an unwanted vistor refuses to leave, MC comes up with an idea.

note: this is set during the story mode at 11am on day 8 of Jumin's route, the one where Sarah comes to the penthouse. I wanted to do a bit of a different take on it!

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“...Got you.”

Two simple words shifted the tone of the whole conversation and seemingly the atmosphere of the whole penthouse.

MC tried to hold back her smile when she realized that Jumin had been teasing, unable to tear her eyes away as Sarah’s expression fell. She looked hopelessly confused.

“Why are you smiling?” she asked quickly. MC felt her eyebrows raise, thinking she might have accidentally smiled, but Sarah’s eyes were glued to Jumin.

There was a new expression on his face, one MC hadn’t seen yet. His lips were upturned in a small, satisfied smile. It was attractive on him, but she couldn’t help but notice the remaining darkness in his eyes. It had been such an upsetting day for him, and she felt an insistent nagging at her heart when she thought about how he was repressing all of his bubbling emotions.

“I just repeated some lines from a soap opera I watched. It’s funny that you’re almost replaying that scene for me. Apparently, it’s a very popular TV show these days,” he explained, his voice calm, unlike the energy that was radiating off the pink-haired woman standing in front of him.

“What?! You were messing with me?!” she asked incredulously, her nails digging into and creasing the photo she’d brought with her.

“Yes,” Jumin replied simply, the smile fading from his lips. MC watched as traces of worry and distress laced back into his features, and she wished more than anything that Sarah would leave. For his sake.

“Who do you think you are?” Sarah yelled, her eyebrows making a deep v on her forehead. Jumin lifted his wrist to glance at his watch, adjusting his sleeves once more before opening his mouth to answer. MC watched silently, wondering how he was able to stay so calm while someone screamed in his face.

“Unfortunately, I will be charged with embezzlement if I use company assets for personal means. I’m not keen on being behind iron bars,” he responded, crossing his arms over his chest tightly. Sarah scoffed, taking one step closer to the two of them.

“Are you out of your mind?” she asked, her amber eyes blown wide. Jumin didn’t step away, keeping eye contact with her as she stared him down.

“Yes. You’ve managed to come here with a fake photo of my cat you found online and insult my dear MC. My joke is only fair, don’t you think?” he asked, his tone darkening and becoming more condescending as he continued on. Despite that, MC found herself flushing slightly at his reference to her, pressing her lips together to hold back another smile.

“I’ve never insulted her!” Sarah yelled, making MC’s eyebrows knit together on her forehead as she remembered just a few minutes before. “And the cat photo! I...I was tricked too!” It was obvious that she was reaching for any purchase as she tried to lie, attempting to regain Jumin’s trust. But it was futile, and MC knew that. Why wouldn’t she just leave?

“And isn’t it rude that you let another woman in your house when you're engaged?! And at that, such an average looking girl!” she exclaimed. Before MC could even take a breath, she noticed Jumin bristle, his expression becoming far fiercer than she’d seen before.

“MC is not an average girl,” he spoke quickly, making her heart palpitate in her chest as she watched him. “What you see isn’t everything. You won’t understand even if I explain it to you.”

Sarah finally looked over to her as she stood next to and slightly behind Jumin, hatred making her golden eyes seem to burn. She split the grimace on her lips, opening her mouth to speak, but Jumin cut her off.

“It seems we have no more to talk about. Why don’t you leave?” he spoke firmly, a frown already settling deep into his features. MC felt her heart ache for him, knowing that he didn’t need more chaos after all that had happened that morning.

Sarah’s jaw dropped almost comically, and a hand came to rest over her heart. MC couldn’t believe she was still trying so hard.

“No!” she burst out, making MC let out an exasperated breath. Couldn’t she see that she’d lost the battle?

“I can’t leave like this!” she screeched, looking at Jumin expectantly. When he simply stared at her, she almost looked like she could cry.

MC realized that she was pressing her nails sharply into her palms, releasing that tension and taking a deep breath. Wasn’t there anything she could do? She couldn’t stand there any longer and watch Jumin’s list of problems grow.

“I don’t know what is not fair, but if you do not wish to leave, I will call security and have you removed,” Jumin told Sarah, taking a breath to call the chief just as a plausible idea popped into MC’s head. She didn’t have time to think, placing a hand on his shoulder and relaxing just a little when he quietly released the breath he’d been holding and turned to look at her.

“What is it?” he asked gently, shifting all his attention to her. The nervousness that came with her plan flushed her system, a blush coming to rest on her cheeks.

“I have an idea,” MC whispered, glancing at Sarah before Jumin turned his body completely towards her and blocked the infuriated woman from view.

“To make her leave?” he asked lightly, letting his arms come unfolded to rest at his sides. MC nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. But as his eyes darted down to watch her lips curl, she was the one who needed to be calmed. There was no way he could already guess what she was thinking, right?

“I’m not leaving!” Sarah yelled loudly and almost desperately, making MC jump just a little. Jumin’s expression didn’t change, still offering her such a soft and caring look.

“Go ahead,” he whispered, giving her a small, trusting smile that made her stomach do a flip. She took a deep breath, feeling her hands shaking slightly. She couldn’t believe what she was thinking.

“Ju-Jumin,” she spoke softly, seeing his eyebrows furrow slightly as his stare made her face grow hot. But he waited quietly for her to continue, searching her eyes as she steeled herself.

“Can I kiss you?” she asked him in a whisper, pressing her hands into fists. She almost looked away in embarrassment, but the way his eyes widened surprised her. He watched her for a short eternity, perhaps to gauge whether she was serious.

Jumin finally let out a breathy laugh, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. It was as she watched him do so that she noticed the blush on his cheeks, her heart going into overtime. But he was smiling brightly, the sight lifting her spirits.

“Please,” was all he said in reply, speaking just loud enough for her to hear. Her fingers were tingling, but she found the nerve to stand on her tiptoes and press a hand to his cheek. She felt him hesitantly take hold of her waist, making a shallow breath catch in her throat.

Jumin leaned down to meet her as she reached to press her lips to his, her eyes fluttering closed. They were both unsure, but the way their lips fit together so perfectly made her knees weaken and nearly buckle. He steadied her against his chest, pulling her closer as the warmth from his lips spread through her whole body.

She was vaguely aware of the screech that Sarah let out, her mind dizzy from the way he was kissing her so gently. She reluctantly pulled away, trying to come back down to Earth as she watched Sarah stomp away over Jumin’s shoulder and yell something about ‘Ms. Choi.’  

MC’s thoughts drifted back to the man holding her so closely, seeing the gentle, pink blush that had spread across his cheekbones from the corner of her eye.  

“I wanted to do that from the first moment I saw you,” he spoke breathlessly, making her heart pound even harder against her ribs. She couldn’t bring herself to meet his eyes quite yet, staring at his chest as she let herself down from her tiptoes. She felt his hand shift upwards against her side, his fingers curling against her slightly as if to keep her there. Her lips were tingling from the pressure of his, and it all made her mind hazy. But she was glad that her plan had worked.

She finally looked up at him, feeling a delighted pit form in her stomach at the way his grey eyes glowed for her. He was looking at her like she was the solution to every problem he’d ever had and ever would have, like he’d found something he’d lost and had never hoped to find again.

She let her hands fall from his shoulders, biting her lip shyly as she looked away once more. She was surprised at how quickly she’d fallen for him, but the feeling blooming in her chest when he looked at her like that felt anything but wrong.

Jumin caught her left hand in his as it fell back to her side, ducking his head to recapture her averted gaze.

“I want you to be comfortable here…” he spoke softly, glancing at their hands as he intertwined their fingers slowly. His hand dwarfed hers as he held it gingerly, her cold fingers warming up against his skin. Her breaths were quiet and shallow, watching the silver of his eyes continue to shine as he smiled lightly.

“But can I ask for one more kiss?” he continued, eliciting a small gasp from her. She blinked rapidly, caught off guard but charmed by the way he was quietly waiting for her permission.

“Yes,” she answered, seeing his sincere smile for only a moment before he eagerly kissed her again. His hand tightened at her side, his thumb rubbing a small circle there as her free hand moved to steady herself against his chest. He was more prepared that time, but he was still just as gentle, kissing her like a perfect gentleman.  

Their second kiss left her even dizzier than the first, and as he pulled away and left her thoroughly kissed, she had half a mind to thank Sarah for being so stubborn.

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thank you for reading! I really enjoyed writing this one! exploring canon and going through the 'what if's' is super fun to me, so let me know what you think! I'll definitely be doing more of these in the future.

again, thank you for all your support! <3