A Guide to a Tanking KDA (A Juciel Fic)
Jumin stood up so sharply that Saeyoung was almost certain that if he hadn't sat up by reflex also he might of had whiplash. He was using his lap as something of a pillow, having a nice chat with his brother and his brother's boytoy. Which might have maybe been at Jumin's expense. But to an extent they were all used to being ignored, for the sake of a laugh, as they try to defend themselves. It was custom, and he wasn't used to Jumin being so worked up. Enough to leave the room. He was almost afraid he accidentally pushed too far. Not that it's never happened before but for Jumin to be distraught enough to leave the room? Leaving the room angry Jumin was a force to be reckoned with. "Assistant Kang inform my father that I need to speak to him immediately." Unfortunately there was only determination in his words as he spoke into the receiver of his phone.
"No, tell him to clear his schedule. I need to talk to him now." He shot his brother a look then turned to stark who seemed surprised and confused, not spending nearly as much time as he or his kinda sorta boyfriend had with Jumin. A determined Jumin was arguably even worse. A determined Jumin got anything he wanted done. And from the sounds of it it's nothing good. He followed after Jumin as the elder man escaped into Seven's room.
"Jumin- what are you doing? Why did you choose now to get into a rebellious phase?" He entered the room and closed the door trying to gauge the situation. Not alot of people can talk Jumin out of something. Seven only having a shaky success rate at best himself.
Jumin snapped his phone shut and turned around in a way anyone else not in the RFA would have assumed was a calm and collected way, squaring his shoulders, slightly raising his nose. "This is not my rebellious phase."
"Yeah just like your not drunkenness every other night." Seven rolled his eyes, crossing his arms.
"No, not like that. Despite your sarcasm I'm not doing this to spite my father." He pinched the bridge of his nose in a way that wasn't completely annoyed but not unannoyed either.
Still, he got enough in those to piece together what he was thinking. People can say a lot about the older Choi, but he is quick on his feet and smart enough when it comes to a lot of things. "Then why are you doing this? You know coming out to your father would only make him throw more engagements at you. Personally 4.38 a month is pretty fucking high to me! Is it not for you?"
"Of course it is. Which is why he has to know."
Seven threw his hands up, in mock frustration. "Jumin- what if this backfires and he starts sending his girlfriend's hot sons at you instead!"
"Do not be ridiculous, Luciel." It doesn't do much to Jumin's resolve. If it did Saeyoung was getting rusty at reading his boyfriend's expressive personality. So he tries the next best thing when poking holes in plans doesn't work.
"Jumin I can't take rich hot men and women throwing themselves at my boyfriend. Not when they have your father's blessings." Appeal to Jumin's concern for his self esteem. Sugarcoating genuine vulnerability is the next best thing when someone can tell you're lying almost as well as you can tell when they decide to have feelings.
"Should that really be the reason you can not stand the thought?"
"What? Everyone knows daddy dearest is the way into get Mr. Moneybag's heart and bank account."
"Save for the fact you've never met my father as yourself."
He was happy his room was sound proof, anyone would think they were fighting right about now. But no. This is an intellectual sparring battle, to get the other to concede to being wrong or too dramatic without saying it explicitly. And they both debated very well and enjoyed the game presented from doing it with each other. Saeyoung with diversion and plausible outcomes/doubts. Jumin using straight forward logic and selective quoting. if Saeyoung didn't have an active imagination and Jumin any less blunt they'd have much more stalemates.
"No, I got in through Big Daddy V instead."
Saeyoung smiled slightly when Jumin's eyebrow twitched at the statement. He covered his mouth however, not wanting to lose ground to amusement. That's often how he lost. "Are you attempting to get me to rethink telling my father about our relationship or the relationship itself?"
His smile grew an he shrugged with one hand. "I haven't really decided yet, I guess whichever comes first. Buuuuut I'm still holding my breath for the day you realize I'm not really worth all this. I give up trying to make you realize myself though. You're very stubborn on this loving me thing."
"Yes, I am. And these proposals bother you, not to mention they also bother me, so they must go. It's a very simple concept, I don't know why you're fighting me on this." His voice softened, getting serious. Seven noticed, of course he did. He crossed his arms. He didn't want to be serious right now, Jumin should just know why he can't tell his dad. It should just be obvious. It wasn't something to have a heart to heart over.
"Fighting is a very strong word. I'm just trying to get you to see this is counterproductive. And I didn't say they bother me." He subconsciously stepped back to lean against the door as he said this. Only realizing this after, but not being able to move back. Jumin would notice he's uncomfortable, then he really won't drop it.
Not that it mattered as Jumin sighed slightly threw his nose, relaxing. He glanced at Saeyoung's arms, not even trying to disguise it. He probably knew Saeyoung would notice anyway. "You just said you couldn't stand the thought of other men being thrown at me."
"I said 4.38 proposals was excessive. I already get that people can't help being attracted to my Jumin. You're too pretty for your own good, my love. But even female Sevenny doesn't get to attend mating parties designed to get her hitched." And that was true, he didn't blame anyone for hitting on Jumin. He was an amazing package deal. Seven worked hard not to be jealous. He trusted Jumin and also knew that if someone were to actually wiggle their way into Jumin they had to be just as amazing. He knew this.
"Then I'll tell my father I already have a prospective mate." He said slipping on his dress shirt. Aw great. He wondered how far that single action dropped his win rate.
"You caaaaaan't" he whined out rolling his eyes, his head going along with the action.
"Why not?" He says as if he were addressing a child.
"Because. Your father will ground you for being a naughty gay boy." Him being a child. It was a fair analysis. Seven snorted pressing more against the door as Jumin neared the top of the shirt buttons. "Then where am I supposed to get all my hickeys? You're the only dealer that gets them just right."
"Then doing this will make me your private dealer." He doesn't miss a beat in replying as he finished with his buttons moving for his blazer. He looked up, openly studying his boyfriend. Seven hated when he did that. He felt so much smaller when he did that. Saeyoung crossed his arms tighter.
Despite that, his face didn't change from the amusement placed in it before. "Jumin, you've obviously never been a dealer before. Because you're not supposed to tell the police who your clients are!"
"Why are you so against my speaking with my father about us?" Jumin's voice was edging on annoyance and worry. Dancing on the line of done with being toyed around with on something so important.
"Well, I know you're w to the making stupid rash decisions club, but there's always that one guy who announces that there's a stupid rash decision being made. Nice to meet you, I'm your part time cap'n obvious. This is a stupid rash decision."
"..." Jumin looked at him, a slight glare in his eyes, but seeing Seven wasn't going to give in anytime soon, he lets out another sigh and steps towards the door with purpose. "If you need a serious discussion anytime soon, I will be with my father."
"Jumin…" He fought the urge to press his back into the door even more, his facade failing quickly as Jumin walked up to placing his hand on the door knob decisively. Still, he does wait for something else to follow his name. All Saeyoung can bring himself to do is set his jaw tighter.
He pulls at the door. And despite Saeyoung being trained in combat he's not as strong as Jumin is. He knew he couldn't hold the door if Jumin was adamant about getting out, not for long. It isn't a quick pull either, as if he's still waiting. "Okay, fine!" He growled out, his mask falling in an instant as the door slammed shut. However, he didn't talk immediately. Just glare. And Jumin just smiles, or his equivalent, and waits patiently as Saeyoung opened his mouth to speak. It always took him longer to be emotionally open. While Jumin could just open his mouth and say spontaneous sentiments. Saeyoung never was able to come up with anything to say, not anything serious serious at least, back to his lover on the spot, usually giving a joke and Jumin would move on because he knows what the redhead means. Even by just silence. But there are times when he just waits, his eyes patient. It made him feel bad for not being better for Jumin. He really wouldn't be angry if one day Jumin finally realized he needed better. He opened and closed his mouth only twice before starting. His voice small."I don't…" Okay, so three times. His crossed arms were quickly turning less defensive and more hugging himself. "Your father means a lot to you. It's been like your life's mission from the age of being able to sit at the 'big people' table to live up to his expectations. And I'm not up to his expectations. I mean I make a pretty attractive female. But I don't have the working parts to… I can't add on to your family and if you tell your father about me I might just be tearing a part from it. I know how much family means to you..."
"Oh Saeyoung… it's been my life's mission way before that."
"Shut up." He continued his long fight with his unwanted laugh. He turned away as Jumin pull him into a hug. Calming down in his arms as he continued spilling his heart out. "I'm scared that… I don't know. I feel like it's my fault for being blinded by, well, you and not thinking this far ahead. I mean this is your whole life you can lose if you do this. I don't want that."
"...You will be adding onto my family. I only want to share that responsibility with you. And my father will come around given time and space, if him valuing family as much as I've been raised to is anything to go by." He hated not only being studied but also consoled. He hated how much he needed to lean on Jumin. He should really be stronger for him and not… whatever he was doing now. Jumin gives him so much and he really doesn't deserve him.
"You don't know that… I mean he-" Against his words he moves to hug him back tightly. He did manage not to cry however. Points for him.
"Of course I do, Saeyoung. I'm a 'know-it-all'. I know everything."
He said it so bluntly, it surprised a laugh out of the smaller male. "You are, aren't you?" He said more to himself as he nuzzled into Jumin's chest.
"Of course I am. And as soon as I speak to my father, I can publicly be your know-it-all. You have my word that my talk with my father won't change that either way it goes. I've already decided you're the one I want to be with. We will deal with whatever happens with 'Senior Moneybags' as it happens. I promise you." A determined Jumin and a weak willed Saeyoung most definitely meant one way or another things were getting done. He knew that, of course he did, but when Jumin said it he felt it was true. Unlike him Jumin is not a liar.
He opened his mouth, perhaps to say something that was warming the bottom of his stomach just thinking about it. But when he opened it all that escaped was another chuckle and "...I hope you know I can't marry you if you're this effective at talking me into your bad ideas."
"I figured you find amusement at my comically bad ideas? You've been laughing this entire 'heart-to-heart'. Actually now that I mention it you laugh a lot during these talks." He said teasingly. They both know Jumin did it on purpose. It was one of the many things he did to comfort the weak willed small man. One of the things he didn't deserve.
"It's not like I want to…"
"I know. But I prefer you smiling than distressed." He moved away from the other adjusting his tie. Actually one of the only things he didn't take off. Just that, his pants, and an undershirt. Saeyoung loved his casual Jumin, also his drunk Jumin. He just loved any Jumin that wasn't lonely or over worked.
He hugged the other from behind as he turned to leave. "I'm always distressed Jumin, take me to bed." He whispered.
"Of course, Luciel…" he unwrapped himself from his lover and turn once more to kiss his hand. "After I sit down with my father."
Golden eyes were needless to say unamused. "You're turning down distraction sex for an uncomfortable conversation with your father?" He knew what he was doing, Jumin surely knew what that was. There was no reason to pretend he intended on just sleeping, though he didn't fully intend sex. He was thinking pretty damn close.
"You're very good at your job, captain obvious." Jumin chuckled softly, picking up his phone. Most likely to contact Driver Kim to get out of there. Or to text his father directly. He'd personally bet on the former than the latter. Jumin rarely talked to his father without an appointment. And they often set it at random. It really screwed with Seven's knowledge on Jumin's schedule.
"There are a lot of things I'm good at that you'll miss out on if you leave~" he said, slipping past him and spreading his arms out to block the door.
"Call it a necessary sacrifice." he said this time staring down at him with amusement, maybe also in a way you would a child. It was affectionate, somewhere between ruffling red tuff of hair and pulling them in for a quick make out session before Driver Kim pulls up.
"I'll call it Jumin's signature stubbornness…"
"That's fine." He said leaning down for a kiss, Seven turned away. Making the kiss land on his cheek. Jumin didn't seem bothered however. Muttering softly against his skin. "I will be heading out now, perhaps I will return home after. I believe the order that your presence isn't a cause for alarm is still active. I don't remember redacting it." Seven knew what that meant.
"I'll keep that in mind as I pace in my room until I pass out from worry!" He's however not so easily swayed.
"As long as you sleep at a reasonable time that's also fine." Saeyoung could almost taste the amusement on his lips as he leaned down to rest his head on his shoulder."If you're not there when I get in, I'll call you as soon as I step foot inside."
The words were soft, and Seven found himself lowering his arms. There's the reason he calls himself weak willed. He would agree to anything his Jumin said if he spoke like that, right there, only to him. "Not if your father grounds you." Didn't mean he wouldn't poke fun though.
"Oh please, Luciel." The way his name slipped off the Millionaire's tongue when he got like this… Any other time he's sure he probably would have pounced on him. "I'm aware of the many, many ways to catch your attention. I will prove that thoroughly tonight. If you decide to drop by, that is." His lips were dancing on his neck in this position and The Ex Agent was hyper aware of the shapes they made on each syllable. He knows now isn't the time for this and so did Jumin apparently as he pulled away and at the door. This time it opened without problem. Of course Seven moved. "Good night, darling."
"'Night, babe…" He's so very weak.
Saeyoung had left his own home to head to Jumin's not shortly after explaining what was going on to Saeran and Vanderwood. The younger Choi had called him a coward and questioned why he didn't go with Jumin if he was so worried. He had then proceeded to answer himself by restating his other half was a coward. Stark had a few words as well. Not all of them in his favor but Stark had never exactly been cruel to Seven. Not really. He'd nag and complain about him as an older brother would. But even with Saeran there he didn't really kick him while he was down.
There were times when he was thankful for Stark. This was one of those moments, because he had felt bad for leaving his boyfriend to handle himself alone. He wasn't being a great so called partner.
He knew it was for the best though. It would devolve into a full blown fight if Jumin had to crusade not only for their relationship but for his lover's honor. He'd defend his weak willed love and burn even more bridges in the pursuit.
So he found himself sitting on Jumin's couch about an hour later. Maybe an hour and a half. Waiting for Jumin, Elizabeth the Third perched on his lap as he lost time stroking her snow white fur.
Finally he heard the ding of the elevator. And the sound of high end dress shoes clacking against the hardwood. And Ruffling, as Jumin must have been working his clothes off on the way in. Saeyoung noticed him first as he rounded the corner passed the kitchen, removing his jacket. “Hey.”
His head popped up, and there was slight surprise on his face before that gave way to a small smile. Seven could feel his heart clench at the sight. “So, it seems I did in fact forget to call on guards out for you tonight?” His voice was quiet and Saeyoung stood, ushering Elly off his lap with a small pat.
“Nah, I made my way up scaling the building. You never get a higher respect for where birds can put their nests.” he said shifting his weight to one leg.
Finally he made his way to close the distance. Properly greeting his Silver Spoon with a hug. “I’m kidding, I went up the way you wanted me to. I also grabbed your mail.” Jumin hummed in response. It wasn't their usual hug hums so he added on, pulling away. “Nooo i didn’t open all of them.”
“You’re kidding.” it was a flat sentiment. His face not cluing The smaller mail into anything he was thinking.
He fought off the worried frown that was trying to grace his lips. Of course, while he didn't expect Jumin to be fine he wasn't ready for closed off Jumin to pay a visit either. “Was that a tired-of-me 'you're kidding' or, are you-”
“I was attempting to finish your thoughts.” The CEO stepped around him with practiced grace as he took a seat on the couch.
“You did pretty good.” Saeyoung said, moving over to lean over the back of the couch to wrap his arms around his lover's neck. Slowly he leaned down to place a kiss on his ear.
It was such a quiet remark, the ex agent couldn't place what he was actually thanking him for. Maybe he was slipping due to his mind running too fast. “So…” he almost wondered if Jumin could feel his heart pounding in dread for the answer to his next question. “Are you grounded?”
Jumin sighed. He couldn't tell if it was out of annoyance or relief that Saeyoung decided to make this a little serious of a subject that it comparably could have been. “No, midnight yaut racing for a year.”
“Oh is that all?” Truthfully he was just terrified of losing Jumin so soon. Perhaps that was part of the reason he hadn't gone with Jumin. The idea of losing him was too much.
“No. but I will deal with that on my own time. For now I’m just relieved to find you here… I thought you might have been too upset with me for pushing you into this to come. I half expected you not to.” Saeyoung wondered if that was in part because he also knew how weak Seven was. He had a bad habit of running from things that scared him and the man in his arms knew this. Came home with full intentions to take the burden all on his own for what was supposed to be his partner. He still was apparently. The Idiot dug his nails into his wrists not only to keep his hold on Jumin but to steel himself from his next question.
But Saeyoung was oh so weak. He couldn't ask it, not yet. And his chest grew tighter, not even knowing how to word the phrase. He took a breath and a laugh escaped one devoid of humor, he was almost disgusted at how unconvincing that one was. But continued anyway. “Of course I came. I had to at least hear out our premature divorce. I wanna keep the kids we’ll never have.”
“Firstly, no. I’m keeping the children, They will have a better life with me.” Jumin, for all his good grace, let the much smaller man, in oh so many ways, continue to keep up the charade slightly longer before sighing and continuing. “and furthermore, I am not prematurely divorcing you. I told you what I felt and I meant it. My father has about as much of a choice in my love life as I do his." He paused his voice much softer than it had been, Saeyoung finally being able to read emotion once again. They were taking a time out from their game. "It’s safe to discard the humor. I’m not going anywhere without you by my side.”
By pure reflex the grip on his neck tightened as red tufts of hair buried themselves into his shoulder. The words that came out were small, but were able to fit in the air just enough. “...What did he say?”
“Nothing really. It was quite a silent meal. I told him after we had received our drinks and he finished his first.”
“Come sit with me. Have you had dinner?” Jumin put a hand to the linked arms around his neck, but didn't make a move to remove them.
“Jumin…” it was almost a plea. And it made Jumin hold his breath. The smaller male could feel his chest still.
“Yes, Luciel?” the words were raw, much more raw than Saeyoung had ever heard from him.
“Of course I am, there is little cause of concern found in that of a tiff between father and son.” He had forced the confidence back into his voice. Perhaps not to concern the man he'd been supporting not 5 seconds ago.
“You talk 10 times as haughty when you are in fact not fine.”
“I will make do…” He gave in, Saeyoung having raised his win rate.
“You’re really brave and I'm really happy you did this. It makes me feel loved, and you’re one of the only people I've ever felt this for. Your dad will come around or he'll be missing out on the best and most faithful person to have in anyone's life. And luckily mine." He just wanted his contented Jumin back. He didn't enjoy watching him crawling in on himself to not cause worry to others. Everyone usually forgets Jumin and him have feelings other than their default state. But they both had times when they needed encouragement and a serious or emotional talk. And they've both seen that in each other long before they started dating. Saeyoung was just afraid of overstepping boundaries and letting his slight crush get too tangled up in the mess that was his life, and Jumin is shit at emotional talks and often got it wrong. Though his solutions were practical and had good intentions.
Now that they had each other, they had someone who never let them forget feelings exist and it's okay to talk about them. "Thank you, Luciel…"
"Jumin…" Saeyoung vowed to himself that he would never let Jumin forget this, and he felt as if Jumin would do the same for him as soon as he gets tired of his jokes.
"I would rather just retire for the night. Unless you've not had anything to eat."
"I am still distressed." He pouts and nuzzles into his neck. He was however not yet tired of his own jokes.
Jumin snorts and unwraps himself from Seven's hold. "Very well." He stands and Luciel propels himself over the back of his couch and onto the taller, and much stronger, one's back. The very expensive body of the CEO of C&R International doesn't fall however, he catches himself using the coffee table. "Luciel!"
"I said I'm distressed Jumin, you have to take me to bed." He hums out crossing his legs around his lover's waist.
"Whatever you require of me, my love." Jumin groans out shaking his head slightly at the antics of his personal psychopath. He made it down the hall without problem until suddenly Luciel jerked his weight to the left mid stride and Jumin had to hold an arm out to stop himself from hitting the wall. Taken off guard. "Luciel!" All he was greeted with was apparently very amused giggles
"I'm too distressed to control my depression impulses." Saeyoung whined out kissing behind his ear. He enjoyed messing with his Mr. Moneybags. And Jumin very rarely asked him to stop.
"Now, you're simply making things up." Doesn't mean he was agreeable.
"Jumin! You need to work on your bedside manners." He said leaning his head into the man's, who's quite literally carrying him through this, hair. "Also… you can call me Saeyoung, you know. Not just when you're scolding me."
"Nothing pulls your shit together faster, however."
"Are you using profanity with your patient!?" The arms under him tighten even before he starts thrashing around again. "Oh! The distress!"
"Saeyoung…" he says as they somehow manage to get to Jumin's door. Obediently Saeyoung does stop his thrashing about, almost instantly causing Jumin to sniff out his own amusement. "See?"
"Yeah, yeah." The embodiment of privilege lowers himself down to sit on the bed letting Saeyoung slip out and into the covers as Jumin begins undressing. Saeyoung, having been there longer, was already in his night clothes. Jumin insisted he have a pair, or twenty, here just in case. His own way of saying he wanted him over as much as possible as long as possible and this wasn't lost on him. "C'mere." He said as Jumin finished dressing and undressing, leaving his discarded clothes on the floor. They'll move it to the hamper tomorrow morning. He opened his arms and let Jumin settle down into his chest without a word. "I know I didn't want you to. But I really do appreciate what you did today." He said. Thinking Jumin might have needed to hear it again. So he kept talking, unsure but Jumin wrapping his arms around him helped with that slightly. "You know I won't judge you if you happen to cry or something when I fall asleep and I wake up with a wet spot on my shirt tomorrow morning."
"I know you wouldn't, Saeyoung. You Chois are exceptionally over emotional."
"It runs in our family." He relented. That was probably not untrue.
"I am aware to a certain extent."
"I'm serious though. You don't have to cry but I'm willing to hear you out. If you wanna talk about it." He was half expecting to be brushed off. But all he felt was Jumins press himself into his chest even more.
"I know, and that means the world to me that you are." Jumin has a voice he puts on when he lets himself get carried away in sentiment. One that's velvety, and far away as if he's not actually saying the words but letting Himself have his mind read aloud by a narrator that simply shares the same voice. "I love you so much. More than, I first saw possible, when I first decided to explore this feeling with you. Your willingness to tackle my emotional wellbeing… I appreciate that more than words could possibly express."
"Ah…" He couldn't think of anything to say but Jumin took notice quickly and kept going. He also had things he was beyond grateful to Jumin for. Ones stuck in his throat that needed to be said. One day.
"I was prepared for most any reaction from my father. He also has an eye for the dramatics, and a very quick temper. I was prepared to argue on behalf of us. I was not as prepared for silence as I thought. It seems."
"..." Jumin has very, very, very rarely sounded so vulnerable sober. In fact, he thinks there might have never been a time sober Jumin has spoken like this to him. So he just listens. Maybe he has to Jihyun. Actually there was a seriously large possibility that's happened many times between those two. Jumin keeps going however, oblivious to his boyfriend's inner monologue.
"I have never been so low as to not deserve words from my father. Even when I reject his or his girlfriend's ideas for wives for me, there are still words to be had. Even if he doesn't listen." His words where sharp, but there was no malice. After a short silence he adds on, most likely for what he wanted to appear to be, for Saeyoung's sake. "But at least I still have my phone."
It did get a chuckle. As a hand came down to play in dark locks absentmindedly. "At least he didn't throw his girlfriend's sons at you. It would have hurt more if he assumed you flocked to any man." He caught on to the silent invitation in his lover's words. He wanted to cheer him up almost as badly as the vise versa.
"At least, I kept 'daddy's credit card'." His voice calming all of the nerves in his weak willed body, as well as his hands. As he started rubbing Saeyoung's back.
"At least, he hasn't disowned you. You have to do that verbally to make it official, perhaps he's just trying to think. Space and time." He wanted to support Jumin in the ways Jumin has been proven to be able to support him.
"At least, I still have you."
"At least, that seems impossible to lose. You can't get rid of me, many a man has tried." He had to for himself prove he could be just as strong as Jumin when Jumin needed him to be.
"Yes, shame." He hums out distractedly
"Hey!" He tugs at the hair he was just playing in as a playful warning.
"I think I would like that distraction sex tomorrow after work."
"Sorry, that offer has run out."
Jumin shifts to look up into the golden eyes of the unworthy, then says cooly. "Then I would like to go out on a very public dinner with my partner."
"I'll see how my schedule is looking tomorrow and fill you in."
"You work for me. I quite literally control your schedule." his eyes narrow even though they hold no hostility.
"I thought this was a romantic dinner not a business affair?" Seven wasn't exactly unwilling to challenge Jumin's resolve to be a hypocrite tonight.
"Fine. Check your schedule." He says with a pout, or Jumin's equivalent which is just, cutely closing his eyes and turning away.
"Jumin!" Saeyoung felt a blush of embarrassment come along at remembering the words. He was caught off guard and hardly paying attention when it slipped out.
"I care about you a lot." The words were sweet enough but the teasing behind the words were not lost on either party in that bad. 707 also said that a lot before it was safe enough to come out with his feelings. The memory did not help the color rising to his cheeks.
"I'm going to the guest room." He said moving to sit up, causing Jumin to squeeze tighter and hold him there. There was really no amount of wiggling that could get him out of this.
"Jumin, I'm going to swear to god!"
But he had the rest of the night to try.
