15. “You have no idea how much I want you right now.” And (separately) 70. “I’m not ready to say goodbye.” For any pairings you like/that come to mind?
WHYYYYYYYY did you have to send what is potential lead up to smut, and then what you know my brain is going to take as angst? DUDE WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME?
At any rate, my first thought for the first one is Jumin/Suhee, so that’s what you’re getting. :)
No, I don’t even know what this turned into.
Going on a “first date” with Jumin Han is one of the odder experiences of Suhee’s life, and she has spent over a full three days essentially confined to his apartment. But even that is less strange than the knowledge that, for any other couple, this dinner out would precede the first kiss, the announcement of their relationship status.
The ring that sparkles on her left hand, elegant and surprisingly simple considering his undoubtedly substantial budget.
It’s their first official outing since the RFA party and, even though Jumin has said that he simply wants her to be comfortable, to be happy, and ignore the rest of the world, she knows that there are expectations for the fiancee of C&R’s director and future CEO, from the media and from the public as a whole. And, to her own surprise, she finds that she wants to meet them, is determined to meet them, to be the best woman she can be, for him and for everything he hopes to achieve. It’s a far cry from the independence she once valued, the determination that any life she lives is for her and her alone.
Perhaps he is not the only who has changed in the past few short weeks.
Regardless, she has dressed in one of the gowns that Jumin purchased those days when she lived in his penthouse and had delivered to her own apartment, ready and waiting when he arrives to pick her up. It’s not her typical wear, though she has to admit that she rather likes it, sophisticated and tailored to fit her measurements, and it fit their compromise of allowing her some time to get used to her future role in society on her own terms.
He knocks on her door promptly at six, as agreed upon, with a bouquet of flowers and his usual tailored suit. When she answers it, for a split second, his eyes seem to widen, but it’s gone so quickly she wonders if she only imagined it.
Any thoughts towards his brief reaction are gone as she accepts the flowers and, noticing them for the first time, can’t help but freeze, staring. “Tulips? How did you know?”
Warm fingers brush down her cheek and settle below her chin, applying just enough pressure to tilt her head back. “They suit you,” is all he says, however, with a self-satisfied smile, and she can only return the expression, chalking it up to another instance of Jumin’s fine attention to detail.
For a moment, she considers closing the distance between them and dragging him down the considerable distance separating them, even in three-inch heels, but before she can, he pulls away, a polite mask falling over his features. “I believe we have a few minutes to put the flowers in water, but we should leave soon if we wish to make our reservation in time.”
She exhales, shakier than she intends, and nods, moving as quickly as she can while still watching him look around the room with an air of vague curiosity. Her distraction is such that by the time she has finally finished, she is certain they are already running late, but even so, he says nothing, only smiling, a small genuine quirk of the lips that somehow fills her chest with warmth.
Ever the consummate gentleman, he offers her an arm, as bland and proper as can be and a far cry from the man he was when she still lived in his penthouse. In spite of herself, she wonders whether she’s somehow managed to lose his interest, whether somehow, the distance itself has wedged between them.
Her thoughts must have shown on her face; there’s a subtle shift in his expression as he presses a hand to the small of her back, warm against her bare skin. Without thinking, her eyes dart to his, suddenly finding them dark, flickering with heat, and she audibly gasps.
“Were you worried, my dear?” She doesn’t need to look at him to picture the smirk on his face as he leans over, lips nearly brushing against her ear. “There’s no reason to be. You have no idea how much I want you right now.”
His low chuckle tickles her ear, teases at the edges of her self-control, but before she can even gather her wits enough to move, his distracting warmth is gone, and he again offers his arm, the only sign of his previous taunt in his eyes, dancing with amusement. “But first, to dinner?”
