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A Thousand Times Over

Jumin Han x MC / Reader

Mystic Messenger

a/n: Two updates??? After how many months of nothing? You can thank the bathtub scene from the MDZS Audio Drama for this one.

Very slight citrus ahead.

You take Jumin by the hand and lead him away from the crowd of the party. It isn't often that you feel you have to insert yourself, but now more than ever after his surprise proposal, did you need to make yourself heard. And of all the people here—a warmth blooms along the bridge of your nose—you knew Jumin would listen most willingly. The two of you stop at a secluded corner, well away from prying eyes or ears.

"What is it, my dear?" He asks softly, as if he knows he is there for a reprimand.

You take a moment to compose yourself, "So the proposal?"

There's a conflicted and hurt glance that flashes across his eyes. You know the feeling. In the past eleven days, the two of you had been through so much. Even now you yourself know that. In the face of it all, you had risked kidnapping, a bomb-scare, threat via Sarah and Glam Choi (which in hindsight of the other two were hardly threats at all)—so much brought you and Jumin closer together. You had seen so much into the fragile mind of what made Jumin Han the way he is. 

The way you love him.

You sigh after a moment and gently cup his face. His storm grey eyes dazzle to light as if lit by lightning and he pauses like a deer-in-headlights within your hold. Your thumb finds purchase along the upward swell of his cheekbone, and you can't help but lightly swipe along the smooth skin there. 

He relaxes and whispers with reverence, "I apologize...if I was too hasty."

"You weren't too hasty," you interrupt before silencing yourself. You want to be careful about what you say before you say it.

Jumin is patient.

There is no regret in regards to him asking to marry you. The answer is one that you would make a thousand times over, the outcome the same each and every instance. But under the circumstances of your stay in the past eleven days, your relationship had hardly reached romantic partners let alone lovers. You wanted to make sure that he was as ready as he could be, not just you. For a man who closely guarded his heart, these were swift steps to take all at once. 

Jumin leans in suddenly and it causes you to reel back to reality. 

"Can I help you?" You try to be serious, really. But there is an amused hint at the edge of your voice that you cannot hide.

Jumin smiles. It is shy yet bright, elusive yet radiant. It is Jumin. "When you worry, your face is quite cute."

In that moment you realize that he is ready, and before you know it—the world tugs you into motion. Your hands bring his face closer, and you press a fervent kiss against his lips. His body once again seizes and you feel his breath stutter in his chest like a bird fluttering haphazardly. Every moment of his lips against yours is warm, and you have to ground yourself to his touch in order to not get lost in the dizzying sensation. 

When you pull away from him he exhales heavily and there is a tender blush that creeps along his cheeks and his ears.

"You weren't too hasty," you murmur. "Because I think no matter what, my answer will be the same. But...I can't help but wonder, how do I marry someone whom I've only kissed once?"

Understanding grows in his expression. 

"You told me to be greedy, that with you, whenever I want is fine." You're starting to feel like maybe you aren't making sense. "But you've always held yourself back. Even in this extravagant display for me. A proposal, a gift to me because of your care and love for me, there was hardly little in return for you. When will you gift yourself, Jumin?"

He stares owlishly and utters out, "Gift myself?"

"Yeah, you know…" Your hands slip from his face to his shoulders, resting comfortably. "You're always offering yourself to others. Offering your services, your money…in my case, you. But when will you let yourself be selfish? When will you truly and honestly give yourself a break?"

"You want me to be selfish?" His face has gone blank and there is something inscrutable in those stormy eyes of his.

"With me you can be selfish, you don't have to restrain yourself to look perfect," you realize that's what it always boils down to. Jumin, your lovely and quirky and considerate Jumin, versus Jumin Han the corporate heir who has both face and reputation to uphold. "You can take and no one will fault you for that."

He is quiet. 

"You must know how important it is for you to be loved and appreciated. Not just me." There's one last card in your grasp to convey your emotions, because words are so much harder to utilize. You stand up on your tiptoes. This time gentler, this time softly—your lips graze his, and you repeat his words. "Jumin. Will you let me be your life companion? My love."

You're not ready for the feverish crash of lips against yours, of your body being pressed against the wall as Jumin towers above you. Your mouth tilts into a smile as you lace your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. His shoulders shudder and his hand tilts your jaw, granting him better access. Everything is disorienting, and in this little hidden corner of your world, you allow Jumin to freely take from you. Your breath staggers and it feels as though you can no longer tell up from down. That's fine. Because as Jumin takes, you give so openly and freely.

He gasps in surprise as you bring him impossibly flush against you, mouth and lips and tongue pressing ever urgently into his. His nose bumps against yours, and he makes the smallest of sounds. Something sparks in your chest and you chase it. You wish to hear his little noises a thousand times over and feel the touch of his lips and skin a thousand times more. Fingers dig into your hips and the hand along your jaw is a firm anchor. You realize that he too is chasing after each noise and each little reaction of yours. 

Someone, perhaps Jaehee, calls both yours and his name from across the hall. 

Jumin shudders as if he is torn, and in a bout of rebellious pettiness, you flick your tongue between the part of his lips. You've never taken Jumin as someone who is overtly daring—perhaps bold in the way he presents himself—but never quite someone you would say is reckless. But he surprises you. In return his gives a quick bite to your tongue followed by an even quicker suck—eliciting a shocked whimper from you. 

Your knees tremble.

He pulls away slowly after that, running his thumb along your swollen bottom lip. "I'll have you know I was a perfectly sane man before you told me to be selfish."

It takes you a moment to recover, and you lick his thumb lightly. "Well if I'd known I'd get that for telling you to be selfish, I'd had done it sooner."

He chuckles, it is low and baritone, and it sends a swell of happiness through you. For once he seems so genuinely happy, so himself. And you gave that to him.

Your names are called again. 

He leans down and takes one more kiss from you, and you are more than happy to oblige. 

"So, uh, are you going to be selfish every day...or…?" you drawl out. 

This time he laughs, and the world trembles around you at the crystalline sound. Another item to your thousand times list. Definitely another item.

"Don't tempt me," he hums, his eyes lowered contently. "Be good."

"Aren't I always?" You gaze up at him eagerly.

"If that were the case…" He straightens out your outfit and then his, making sure the both of you are presentable. "Then maybe every day."

You chirp innocently at him and he shakes his head with another soft bout of laughter. Together you two make it back to the hall, where he apologizes to Jaehee—explaining you both had needed some air and a moment. She gazes unamused and ready to chew him out for pulling such a publicity nightmare for the RFA is party. But when you glance up at him from the corners of his eyes, his gaze is distant and blissful. There is a blush on his nose that isn't normally there.

jumin “i’d like to put her in a cage”

my f-ed up self “ oh no not a cage it’s almost as if i’ve been a … bad little kitten”

jumin “i was only joking”

me: yes, of course, me too >.>

zen who is also in the chat room

you are forgetting the best part OP because it would be hard to find those itty bitty treasures you best believe jumin will pay a very nice price due to their rarity and condition (extra if it look particularly like elizabeth the 3rd) imagine him handing them a $50 and saying “i believe it’s value to be $47 when second hand but i am willing to pay more due to the more rare blue eye variation if you’d like” their like sir the 50 on the price tag mean 50 CENTS

Y’all, I know jumin is a capitalist pig and all but hear me out: I can totally see him collecting little ceramic figurines of white cats to place around his office simply because they remind him of elizabeth. And since you cant find the best vintage collectibles online, he’d scout out garage and estate sales to search for the perfect piece.

And all the old ladies would be in awe of him, whispering amongst themselves about how such a handsome young man had stumbled upon their humble home, looking through their trinkets.

self indulgent

I've been sad. so i wrote a thing to make me less sad. maybe it'll make someone else less sad too or at the very least they can laugh at my “cringe” but either way it did make me less sad so goal accomplished.

Mc and jumin organize a bookshelf jumin asks what neko girls are and MC short circuits his brain for a couple of seconds. no smut just fluff

Moving hadn’t taken long. You had opted to donate your furniture to the local homeless shelter since Jumin’s penthouse was furnished with the highest quality furniture you could dream of. Honestly most of your things paled in comparison to the lavish goods Jumin considered tawdry. Still there were a quite a few boxes you had decided to save, filled mostly with sentimental keepsakes and the few odds and ends that catered to your specific tastes. You were practically finished by noon save the three or four boxes that sat in the main room next to the larger than life bookshelves. Certainly there was plenty of room on them. You never where a fan of negative space on bookshelves but if you were being completely honest that had more to do with how many books you needed to fit in such a finite space. Jumins bookshelves had plenty of room with just enough negative space to look perfectly balanced and while you knew Jumin had told you to do whatever you wished this felt intimate. Bookshelves where holy spaces after all, housing books that change hearts and minds alike that shape the soul and … okay so maybe you just really liked books and that made them seem important to you either way this was definitely something you wanted to do with Jumin. When you heard the door rattle with Jumin homecoming you bolt towards it excited to greet him after work.

“Jumin! Welcome home!” you cried bouncing in place as he made his way inside. You smiled as you saw the creases in his brown flatten and the stress slip from shoulders when he saw you. You waited all of 5 seconds for him to close the door giving you both some privacy from the bodyguards stationed outside before you pounced, leaping upon the business man wrapping your arms around his neck. You delighted in the deep honey of his laughter as he caught your waist in kind and kissed the top of your head gently.

“darling. I’m so glad to be home. How was your day? did you get settled?” Jumin asked as you pulled yourself back slightly giving him room to loosen his tie and set aside his coat.

“everything is in its place except um Jumin there is one thing I need if you don’t mind”

“name it and its yours”

“I wanted to share your bookshelves and I was hoping that maybe you could organize the books with me?” you admitted shyly. It had seemed like such a good idea in the beginning he could show you his favorite books, walk you through his favorite plots and tell you his favorite quotes and you could do the same with him. Yet now as you presented the idea to him you worried. What if he was to tired he had worked all day after all, what if he thought you too needy, or your books to childish. what if he didn’t want your books displayed in the living room because they weren’t very pretty, all of his books where gorgeous leather bound tomes or mint condition hardcovers, yours where second hand at best many where decommissioned library books or garage sale rescues, broken in battered and bruised by years of use. It would make sense to have them put away in a back room where they couldn’t tarnish the pristine collection Jumin had on display. Perhaps you where spiraling, working yourself into a nervous frenzy in the span of a few seconds.

“nothing would make me happier love. We can call the chef to start dinner and begin emptying the shelves for rearranging while he works.” You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face or the giggle that escaped your lips. The surprise on Jumins face was evident if only for a second before it gave way to a warm sort of fondness. “had I known simple redecorating would make you this happy I would have stayed home and done it all with you” he said affectionately running his fingers through your hair.

“it’s not that I just,” you paused face flushing a bit “books are a big deal, ya know? My dad used to tell me that every book you read becomes a part of you and that you can learn more about someone by the books they love than by the words they say so I wanted to share that with you” jumins eyes where so soft and gentle in that moment you felt your breath hitch “I want to know everything about you and, and I want you to know everything about me” suddenly his lips where on yours fervent and full of passion the hand that had been in your hair now on your chin guiding you too him. The kiss was short and when you parted from him he stayed close, just a hairs breath from your face.

Jumin voice was little more than a whisper as he asked “how is it that every day I manage to fall more in love with you?” you couldn’t help but lean forward and kiss him again an all too familiar giddiness bubbling its way through your soul. You loved this man more than life itself and you knew that would never change.

 “so your ‘Encyclopedia of Fairies’ should go next to the Catherynne M Valente series so we can reference it while reading agreed?” you giggled thrilled that his collection of mythological reference books slotted together with your fae fiction so perfectly. Puzzle pieces connecting to create a masterpiece.

“yes I think that’s perfect. I can’t wait to read her interpretation of such ancient mythos. I also have ‘The World Guide to Gnomes, Fairies, Elves and Other Little People’ if you’d like to add it to that shelf” he said grinning like a child at show and tell.

“oh my goodness yes! That’s perfect and your book on Romanian vampires should be near my ‘Dracula’ and ‘vittorio’ that way that shelf over there can be dedicated to the occult, hauntings, and psychic reference books”

“that sound wonderful and takes care of all the written word but we still haven’t found a place for your comics” Jumin informed glancing toward the woefully large stack of manga you had brought.

“not comic Jumin manga and yeah I think we’re out of space though. I um I didn’t think I had that many books. Sorry” you admitted not meeting his eyes. He tilted your head up to look at him.

“there’s no need to apologize it simply means that tomorrow we can go shopping for another shelf and the next day we can organize those. I’m quite curious about ‘la petite cossette’ you said these where Japanese but that is most certainly a French title.”

“oh I actually think you’d like that one a lot it’s about a man who falls in love with a woman in a cursed portrait its actually pretty tragic in the end.”

“How interesting” he mused retrieving it from the pile of books and skimming through it “the art is truly enchanting and you said that manga has its own subculture?”

“yeah from neko girls to shonen action tropes it has its own vocabulary, history and groups of people its really fun”

“neko girls?” Jumin repeated and your eyes widened at his confusion. This was definitely something he of all people should know about! You jumped up and sprinted to the closet you had filled earlier that day with the few cosplay supplies you had. At the time it had taken nearly half your pay check but if Jumin liked them right now the purchase then would be completely justified. You put on your surprise as quickly as possible before rushing back out to greet Jumin who had just made it to the edge of the living room to come find where you had gone. He froze for a second processing what you were now wearing. White cat ears that moved and twitched fairly believably and just as he was able to cope with that your made paws with your hands and tried your best “nya”. For a moment you feared you may have broken him. He didn’t move his face blank, eyes fixed on you. You tried again hoping to spur some sort of reaction from him “nya?” you said turning to the side slightly to show off the other half of your surprise a white tail complete with pink bow and bell at the base where it attached to your skirt. You tilted your head to look up at him through your lashes trying every trick in your arsenal to look as cute as possible but nothing. He was completely frozen. “Jumin? Hello?” now you were getting worried “darling are you okay?” you asked placing the back of your hand on his forehead to feel for a temperature. The second your hand touched him however his face flushed.

“neko girl.” He muttered “that’s neko as in cat” you could see him trying to calm himself. Fiddling with his shirt sleeves and attempting to stay in control. You smiled standing on your tip toes to kiss his cheek and whisper in his ear.

“am I a good little kitten at least?”  you couldn’t contain your giggle as you heard him choke slightly before scooping you up bridal style.

“certainly not, in fact I think you’ve been a very bad little kitten.” He said his voice deeper than normal as he carried you back towards the bedroom.

i would be. there’s no way i could focus in class plus if i fail maybe i’ll get lucky and have his class again

“i’m sorry sir i just don’t understand this may i come in for some extra help”

What if Jumin became a teacher? Maybe he’ll teach Physics lol.

Quick fanart. Others may be out there soon.

Me: asks something personal on one of my fav mysme blog

blog: uses third eye to see my soul and patch up a wound i didn’t know i had

me: oh!

i saw your post about mc not wanting a child and i really enjoyed it but it made me think can i request the RFA reacting to MC not wanting to have a child SPECIFICALLY because depression runs in her family and she can’t bring herself to do that to her child. she’d be happy to adopt or foster or ANYTHING that means her genes aren’t part of the child?

Yoosung understands you not wanting children. You're both still fairly young and that's not even a thought on his mind at the moment. He's just content being happy with you. He doesn't need to know why you don't want kids, he just respects that you don't want them. He's just surprised when you mention it's because of your health. He quietly is able to nod his head, and then he holds you. He hates to think that you think that you'd curse a child because of your health. You'd never do that.

Zen is... well, he likes the idea of a family but somewhere along the line later in his life. He's happy being with you right now as he tries to get his career proper and ready for a life like that. He doesn't mind if you don't want kids, listen, you're his forever, he's happy with just you at his side. It just hurts to hear that you don't want children because you think you would hurt them by giving them "your" problems. You aren't a problem, and you'd make a great parent no matter if the kid was "biological" or not.

Jaehee can understand this choice. There are plenty of people out there who choose to adopt and foster instead simply because of health risks that they’d never want to put onto a kid. She empathizes with your pain but she hopes that you don’t think you can’t have children simply because you would damn them to feel how you feel. You would make a great parent regardless of how it winds up happening, and no matter what you choose, she’s there for you. 

Jumin does want to have a family... but family is a loose term and it can mean two people, their pet, even a child, or even a band of really sweet misfits who found each other. The RFA is his family, as are you. He would love to be a parent with you, but he understands perfectly well if you don't share that desire. He was just surprised that you'd actually wanted to be a parent, you just didn't want to curse a baby with your health history. You'd be a great parent regardless of how you chose to become one, and he knows that.

Seven wants to be a parent. He knows that some way, somehow, he will be a parent... be it to a baby, an animal, or his robots. That's just a strong interest of his and he doesn't mind if you don't want to be the parent of a child. There are times when he is afraid of turning out like his mother and father, too, and that makes him think twice. So, he'd understand what you feel when you say you don't want to pass on any health issues... but it sounds like you think like you're a problem, and that your problems would hurt a kid like that. He knows that's not true.