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RFA minus jeahee (sorry) and quarantine dates & activities

so i did actually try to write jaehee but i haven't played her route yet and the poor girl is so swamped by work in all the other routes i don’t feel like i have actually gotten to know her so rather than wing it and do something wrong i might just add to this once i finish her route (i’m just starting zens now but her’s is next) anyway here you go. 

the RFA boys and how they pass the time in quarantine with MC (nsfw implied only)

Jumin

-        Wine

-        Candle light

-        He draws you both a bath

-        You massage his shoulders and he washes your hair

-        Y’all talk for a long time

-        You may or may not doze off while leaning back against his chest as he tells you about the new C&R program to help employees through quarantine

-        The next morning, he makes you pancakes and half way through breakfast you remember the cat safe pancake group from the last RFA party

-        You both spend the rest of the morning making pancakes for Elizabeth

-        You download an audio book to listen to while you knit and he does his needle point

-        You two pause it frequently to comment on interesting facts

-        Its comfortable, its sweet, its … kinda boring after a while

-        Then his eye’s gleam and you start to get worried

-        3 hours and 1 cat outfit later y’all are both exhausted and definitely not bored anymore

Yoosung

-        He teaches you LOLOL and you show him your favorite games

-        Rom com marathon

-        Youtube & Netflix bingeing

-        Screen headaches ensue

-        Both of you lay on the floor in the dark because that helps

-        After a bit you suggest a different game and he groans at the thought of the bright screen

-        You laugh and pull out battle ship (look it glows in the dark!!)

-        Okay yeah that could work

-        He makes you breakfast, you make him dinner, Lunch is leftovers

-        You two share headphones and slow dance together it reminds you both of your first RFA party

-        You can’t help but lay your head on his shoulder and half sing half whisper the song against his neck, you just feel so safe and content in his arms

-        After a while you run out of games and have to make you own

-        Not all of them are PG13

Saeyoung

-        Y’all put on cute little karaoke shows (he may or may not save the CCTV footage)

-        you sing duets a lot you sing the male part while dressed as seven and vice versa

-        Quarantine bingo to see who (cleans, cooks, whatever chore needs to be done)

-        Who can embarrass who most in their work video call as time goes one more and more things get added to the forbidden list

-        Best prank war ever (until saeran gets caught in the middle and now everyone’s in trouble)

-        PARKOUR a la office style

-        He teaches you Arabic

-        Lots of naps on the couch while the news plays on TV

-        you convince seven to give you a standup routine

-        boy has showmanship and you can’t convince me otherwise

-        long drives to nowhere

-        DRESS UP!!

-        Y’all do each other’s makeup and nails

-        You never make it out of the bedroom when your dressed up though

Zen

-        Musicals galore, you two watch every musical in existence

-        You frequently pause to ask him to play a certain part or sing a certain song for you

-        He insists you play the love interest for those parts

-        When you shakily and nervously sing the love song duet the beast is unleashed

-        Relaxing Beauty treatments!

-        You help him make lots of encouraging videos for his fans

-        He shows you his workout routine (but you can’t concentrate)

-        you show how much you appreciate his workout routine

-        you try to do his strength training stuff he thinks watching you try so hard is cute

-        y’all play drinking games

-        he teaches you to dance

a starry night (jumin x artist MC)

a teeny tiny ficlet I wrote this afternoon because i didn't feel well and spent all day in bed which meant i didn't have time to do the head canons i wanted. but i said i wanted to upload something everyday so i was determined to do something. now i need advil. hope you all enjoy!!

MC doesn't feel at home in the penthouse so she decides to add a personal touch in the form of a mural on the living room wall. Jumin appreciate her effort.

this is 1250 words of fluff. its straight sugary sweet fluff and romance, like it implies something once but that’s it.

The penthouse still didn’t feel like home after the wedding. You stood in the living room hand on your hips as you surveyed the pristine white walls.

“even the art is monochrome” You sigh. You swore you would go insane if you didn’t add some kind of color to the room. “Elizabeth? What do you think? Doesn’t it need some color, and maybe some shelves for you to climb?” you ask as the Persian cat sat to your left surveying your soon to be canvas. Stooping to scoop the blue eyed beauty from the floor you smiled. “let’s surprise daddy shall we? I’ll ask if we can paint and decorate tonight but you and I have to keep the details a secret okay?” the cat mewled softly and tapped your hand with one of her free paws making you giggle at her confirmation of your pact.

That night Jumin came home late and you couldn’t wait to see him. You were practically bouncing as your husband put away his coat, hiding the sly smile that graced his lips as he took extra time to straighten his coat in the entry way closet. You tried not to groan as he slowly begins to remove his shoes.

“darling I know what you’re doing and it’s not fa- “you begin to whine but he cuts you off swiftly with the kiss you had been waiting for.

“I’m sorry my love. I couldn’t help myself.” He admits running his fingers through your long hair. “have you eaten? Should we get dinner?”

“oh no I haven’t eaten yet but first I have something big to ask” you say pulling him gently into the living room “honey bunny do you mind if I paint that wall?” you point to the wall in question which had already been stripped of what little decorations it had had on it that morning.

“darling I’ve already told you. this is your home you may decorate however you want, paint all the walls if you want” he chuckled

“I don’t need to paint all the walls. Just that one” you announced proudly extricating yourself from his arms to stand facing the wall planning out your new project. “I’ll go shopping tomorrow for everything I need. Oh I was thinking of setting up something for Elizabeth too. If that’s okay”

“of course my love. Have I ever told how beautiful you look when your planning things?” he said hooking an arm around your waist and spinning you to face him.

You laughed at that “you may have mentioned it” Of course he had. He had told you, you were beautiful so often you could have sworn it was carved in your soul at this point and yet, hearing him say it always made your heart jump.

“good.” his simple answer was low and sure as he wrapped his other arm around your waist and bent to capture your lips in a gently commanding kiss. You couldn’t help the satisfied hum that rose in your throat as your arms found their way around his neck. When you both pulled away it was in a mutual contentedness. “I’ll call the chef to prepare dinner. Would you care for a glass of wine on the balcony while we wait?”

“sound lovely. You call I’ll get the glasses and wine then meet you out there.” He hummed in agreement already pulling out his phone.

 Over the next few days you gathered paints and shelving to start your project. You would need a lot of paint for everything you had planned, and something to hang while it was being worked on so that it could stay a surprise for your husband. Once the painting was started you struggled a bit keeping Elizabeth the third out of trouble. The kitty seemed so intrigued but all the blues and golds you had amassed she couldn’t keep her paws of it, so that task fell to you. Slowly but surely though the wall came together and then something struck you. You had to add something. Something personal. That night Jumin noticed the loss of one of your wedding photos in the bedroom but you assured him you only need a reference and it would certainly be returned soon.

“am I to assume the mural you’ve been working so hard on is nearly done then” he asked while drying your hair after you two had shared a relaxing bath.

“so close. I think you’ll like. I hope you’ll like it anyway. Elizabeth seems excited to play with her part at the very least” you chuckled to yourself.

“I’m sure I’ll adore it. After all it was painted by my very favorite artist.” He murmured grazing his lips against your neck making you shudder.

“Jumin,” you sighed as you felt his teeth scrap against the junction of your neck and shoulder “I think its time for bed darling” you just barely managed before he swept your feet from under you to carry you bridal style towards the bedroom.

“absolutely.” He growled as he continued to nip and suck at your neck.

It was done. After nearly two weeks of work it was done. You couldn’t wait to show Jumin and judging by the clock he should be home any minute. So you collected your paints and locked them away in the studio Jumin had set up for you. You were putting away the last of the navy blue when you heard the door open. You dropped everything and ran to your love.

“HONEY BUNNY” you cried as you leapt at him. He caught you in his arms easily his smile wide and genuine. “I finished it. come on” you said excitedly. You pulled him towards the living room but paused and spun on your heels to face him. “close your eyes. Cover them. I’ll lead you don’t worry” and so you did. Leading the blind CEO along by the hand with gentle instructions as you situated directly in front of the wall. “okay. Look” you whispered standing behind him so he could see all of it.

Silence. Such silence it made you nervous. His face was unreadable, even to you with all your practice and you were sure he hated it.

Your rendition of Van Gogh’s starry night adorned the wall with only one alteration. The silhouetted peak that originally sat in the left foreground had been swapped for the silhouette of you and Jumins Wedding photo. You had spent so many days focused on the life size silhouette perhaps it was too much. Normally your husband didn’t know the meaning of moderation but you could understand if he thought you had marred a classical masterpiece with your change. You supposed you could repaint it, if he hated it that much. Though you would have to remove the small climbing shelves you had put in the major swirls of the piece for Elizabeth to jump between.

Just then you felt Jumin spin you and Kiss you fiercely. “never has anyone ever been so perfect as you my love” he muttered against your lips stealing your breath as he kissed you again. Your head was spinning from the affection as he pulled you tight against himself. “I love you, and I love your work.”

“you had me worried, with all your silence you meanie” you chastised him playfully and resting your head on his shoulder. “so it’s okay”

“it’s perfect”

Roof Top Affection

this is just me venting via     

Jumin x MC ficlet (1400 words)

MC struggles with feeling of emptiness that compels her to visit the roof of the penthouse despite the dangers, when Jumin is alerted he is not happy. (I don’t write angst guys this doesn't have angst it has like two seconds of sad and then a whole shiz ton of fluff)

also if your interested feel free to check out my master list

If you leaned forward just a bit, you could see the street below. If you closed your eyes and focused on the wind in your hair you could imagine you were falling. If you sat here long enough, you hoped maybe you could let go of the tightness that had somehow lodged itself in your chest.

It had taken incredible planning to get here. You had watched the guards for days before you sneak away. They wouldn’t have stopped you of course, but they would tell Jumin and he would worry. It isn’t that you wanted to worry him. you had simply been so stuck recently. Between the guards and the reporters, you felt suffocated, before you had married Jumin you had been a nobody, invisible to practically everyone and you had reveled in the solitude of it.

Now you sat on the edge of the roof of one of the tallest buildings in the city just to find a second of mock silence. the wind was loud and cold at this height it whipped around you as dangled your legs over the edge of the roof. no one could see you up here unless they were looking and you weren’t unfamiliar with heights like this quite the opposite actually. You sought them out regularly, they felt safe to you, as though your worries where tethered to the ground and through little more than mere distance from earth you could leave them behind. So it was fitting than that your ultimate solace came in this admittedly foolish game of chicken. How close to the edge could you bring yourself before the fear of falling drew you back inside. This was the farthest you had ever come, sat on the ledge legs dangling off eye’s closed and simply feeling the thrill of being so close.

“Mrs. Han.” Came the booming and authoritative voice of Jumin’s most trusted body guard “please step back from the ledge carefully Mr. Han has been called and will be hear soon”. The pseudo silence you had chased was shattered and you noticed the noise of the city suddenly still you couldn’t bring yourself to stand just yet, you gazed over the edge one final time. You could hear the heavy foot falls of the guard coming to retrieve you and you sighed. You put your hand up to stop him and stood of your own volition meeting him halfway. “I am to - ”

“escort me back to the penthouse to await my husband? Don’t worry so much I understand.” You smiled up at him and saw his nervous and melancholy frown. As he nodded and followed behind you as you made your way back inside.

“Ma’am? May I ask why you were up there?” he pressed gently only the barest hint of hesitance in his voice.

“of course you may, the real question is will I have an answer for you.” you said teasingly trying to lighten the mood at least a little. If you could convince the guard it was no big deal you had a better chance of convincing Jumin. You didn’t want to lie however “the wind up there is exciting. The view is breathtaking. Honestly it just, calls to me like a siren. Do you know about sirens? Jumin read me a book on mythology once and it talked about these creatures that sang so beautifully that they drew unsuspecting sailors into rocky waters, I think the roof is my siren. I know it’s dangerous but when I hear that melody, imagine that feeling, breathe that air, I can’t say no. I don’t plan on doing anything bad though so you shouldn’t worry”. Okay even you had to admit that sounded worrying. So much for playing this off as something trivial.

You reached the door to the pent house quickly and he sat with you stiffly until Jumin rushed in. you could see the immediate relief on his face when he saw you sat safely away from any dangerous ledges. You also saw the relief crumble behind a cold anger as the body guard moved to his post outside the penthouse door. Jumin sat in an armchair to your left and you watched him run his hands through his hair in exasperation trying to find the right words.

“It’s not what you think” you say cutting him off before he can speak, “I wasn’t planning to leave you. I could never leave you, I love you. I just,” but you trailed off losing your words at the sight of his hands shaking, the lost and broken look in his eyes.

“Just what MC? what on earth could have made you do something so reckless?” he said reckless but you heard the meaning behind it. Stupid, how could you do something so stupid, and how could you blame him really. You had known from the beginning that it was stupid, stupid and dangerous and breathtaking.

“Jumin I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you. do you remember telling me about the threads that wrapped around your throat? They strangled you, held you back, hurt you. I have them on my heart they constrict in my chest until I can’t feel anything at all, but up there the wind and the quiet and the chill it helps. Their still their still tied around my heart but they loosen.”

He looked at you and you could feel his fear. The ever confident business man was nowhere to be seen in that moment. “you helped me untangle my threads MC. I want to do the same for you” you had never heard his voice waver like it did when he spoke the next words “but I can’t lose you like V lost Rika.”

Your heart froze and you moved from your spot on the couch. You knelt at his feet, held one of his hands securely in yours and leaned to meet his downcast eyes. “Jumin, I’m not going anywhere. Not now, not ever. When I go up there I do it to feel something, not to stop feeling everything. I’m not Rika you won’t lose me.”

Without a word he pulled you off the floor and into his lap. You wrapped your arms around him mimicking his tight hold on you occasionally raking your fingers through his hair soothingly. Slowly you could feel him relax feel him unwind around you as you gently and quietly chanted your love to him.

“I’ll build you a sky walk. Clear flooring and handrails. You’ll be able to be up there and still stay safe, but you have to take a guard next time.” You chuckle a little at that, he had always been a problem solver, of course he would find you a way to feel the city beneath you safely. “MC? please talk to me when you feel that way. I hate to imagine you suffering alone”

“anything for you love” you purr nuzzling your head into his neck before sneaking a kiss onto the skin there. The next few days he stays home from work to be with you. one day you take him up to the roof and sit with him feeling the wind in your hair and leaning against him. he admits it’s nice but it makes him nervous none the less, having you so vulnerable. He asks if you want to see a councilor after reading that thrill seeking behavior is linked to depression you agree on the condition that he attend with you the first few times. It helps him as much as it helps you, and though you don’t attend long you learn how to better cope with the periods of emptiness. In the meantime, an observatory is built on the roof and a skywalk is added these become a major tourist draw despite being open to the public only on the weekends. During the weekdays you enjoy planning for the upcoming RFA parties while lounging on the skywalk, with its crystal clear flooring and guard rails you often feel like there is nothing above or below you. Jumin often joins you for lunch relishing the view and your ever growing cheer.

Jumin x MC and the fate of C&R’s cat projects

this is the first thing I’ve written in literal days and its scattered and short and honestly I’m not to happy with it. it feels less then great. actually it feel a peg below adequate if we’re being honest but I’m forcing myself to write because when i got out of the pavilion they said to force yourself to do something that made you happy before because it can help. so ya know, I’m trying because i want to believe it will get better.

okay without further ado Master List

MC takes over all Jumin’s cat projects

o   She gets some help from Jaehee at first to learn more about organization, scheduling and other job necessities

o   Soon MC is on roll not only finding ways to make the cat projects profitable

o   But also finding ways to connect them to actual charitable organizations so what isn’t profitable is written off for tax purposes

o   Jumin has never been happier he can see his wife at work discuss cat projects and grow C&R

o   The chairman is also impressed and Jaehee doesn’t have to worry about Jumin’s crazy cat projects now

o   Zen is Not modeling for the cat projects themselves but MC and Jumin plan to venture into allergy medicine research soon (MC convinced him talking about all the cats that don’t have owners because their perfect person is allergic)

Jumin and MC foster kittens

o   The devote 3 interconnected rooms to the kittens and their mothers

o   Them and their children help socialize the kittens to prepare them for adoption

o   On stressful days Jumin goes into the kitten’s rooms and lays down on the floor the kittens love him and crawl all over him.

o   He likes to watch MC bottle feed the especially small ones that the mothers tend to give up on

o   The first few adoptions are REALLY hard on Jumin but MC thinks it’s probably good for him to learn how to open up and let go like this

o   Elizabeth is still his number one kitty and she even takes to helping the newer cat moms wrangle the kittens in and groom them

o   The install a special cat door to the foster area that only lets Elizabeth through that way she can come and go as she pleases

Jumin and MC create cat café and adoption centers

o   The café portion and the cat portion are technically separate but café patrons can watch the cats play romp and explore through the glass and a series of tunnels, shelves and walkways that connect several enclosed play areas around the fairly large café

o   MC helps create recipes for the café that all look like cats or kittens. She also designs cat healthy cat treats shaped like fish or mice for customers to feed to the cats

o   Jumin connects them to shelters and charity groups all over the nation to get shelter cats that may have otherwise been put down into the cafes

o   The café cats get a new lease on life, veterinary care, treats, meals, toys and attention

o   Many are adopted and the ones that aren’t become welcome lifelong café employees

o   Jumin and MC spend most dates in the café

o   When everything has run smoothly for a while MC starts to organize cat handling classes for children (and seven) so that people understand how to care for bond with and avoid hurting cats.

MC absolutely wears cat ears to work

o   It started small cat paw earrings only but after a week of seeing her desk name plate read “head of feline enterprises” she got bolder

o   Cat paw earrings and a cat charm bracelet

o   The next week she added a cat yin and yang necklace

o   Then she switched it all out for cat ear headbands that matched your hair

o   It looked like you legitimately had cat ears and you were thrilled

o   Until you showed Jumin and his face tinted red and he called Jaehee to tell her neither of you would be in today. (hard wink)

o   The ears became a daily thing after that if for no other reason than that you really enjoyed how hard you got to see Jumin work to stay professional in all your meetings

jumin: “I can’t decide which idea I like better. the thought that you need me so desperately you could never leave, or the hope that you never needed me at all and chose of your own volition to stay because you wanted me.”

this quote brought to you be dream jumin who visited me last night said this and then promptly bought the mall i worked at so he could renovate it into really weird apartments. thanks jumin that was a weird trip.

Retrouvailles (part 2)

Jumin x MC fanfic (1122 words)

Part 1

over all summary: MC is the Singer at her Family’s wine bar called “retrouvailles”. Jumin Han corporate heir has fallen for her voice and decided to pursue a relationship with the Jazz and swing singer despite his usual distaste for romance. they face the challenges of press interference and hearsay, as they explore the waters of new romance.

Chapter summary: Jumin and MC have arranged to meet for a non-date to discuss the possibility of a future date. MC explains her concerns and Jumin see’s a softer and more genuine side of her. one he hopes to see more of. 

Retrouvallies feature song presentation: lady armstong cover of Mr. Brightside

authors note: sorry its short and not much happens >.< i really think its important that MC explain her fears and that Jumin hear her reasons for wanting to keep everything on the DL also like i got really lost in Jumin just experiencing a younger and more lively crowd since its not his normal scene, also i hope y’all are enjoying reading this even a quarter as much as i enjoy writing it. I’m sure i look crazy speaking MC’s lines to myself as i drive in my car alone to work but its fun.  oh also the name of the bar is a french term that refers to the feeling of reuniting with a loved one after a long time and is directly translated to reunion. IDK it just seemed classy and feel good.

Retrouvailles was far busier on Fridays than Jumin was used to. Absent where the familiar faces of the regulars that came to enjoy MC’s singing, replaced instead by a slightly younger crowd eager to celebrate yet another work week passed. For all the class it held it was easy on weekdays to forget that Retrouvailles was still a bar that come weekend, it’s nights would be filled with a slightly more wild clientele focused more on venting the weeks frustrations than winding down quietly. if he were being honest he would say he preferred the more relaxed Thursday crowd of familiar strangers, he had never seen eye to eye with people who worked to live rather than lived to work after all. The raucous chatter aggravated a headache that had started from a difficult business deal only an hour previous. He raised his hand to rub at his temple when a waitress approached him.

“Mr.Han? if you don’t mind MC has actually saved you a booth I could take you there if you like.” Jumin felt the smallest hint of joy bubble with in him at the thought that MC had set aside space for him, he wondered absently if she had made the arrangements to secure them a quiet area so they could talk. He nodded politely as the waitress led him to a booth just to the side of the stage tucked away from the bulk of the crowd. She had thought of everything it seemed as he spied a dark bottle of wine already chilling in an ice bucket ready to be served.  

As he sat, the waitress poured his glass of wine and spoke gently “MC has selected a Douro red port for this evening and she asked me to tell you that she will join you after the show begins if you don’t mind waiting.”

“of course thank you for showing me over” he could see the waitress blush a bit and absently wondered what MC would look like blushing like that. He shook his head slightly to refocus himself and sipped his glass as he watched the crowd from afar. Soon enough the music began and he shifted his focus to the stage. MC was not singing tonight he knew but Retrouvailles was known for its live music every night and apart of him was curious as to who could take MC’s place on such a big night. They called themselves The Lady Armstrongs and they were good, but he missed the smoky velvet that was MC’s signature.

Half way through the second song he heard a familiar voice just behind him. “miss me already? You look a little bored.” She teased her voice cutting through the sound of the bar to ring clear in his ears.

“I’ll admit it’s nice to hear your voice again”

“carful now Jumin or that silver tongue is gonna get you in trouble”

“oh really” he countered in the same teasing cadence “it’s served me well so far” she chuckled and the sound of her laugh rolled over him like gentle waves.

“you certainly are confident” there was no bite in her words he noted, as she sat down.

“I see no reason not to be” he replied, and it was true he knew his worth, his strengths and weaknesses, he had come to terms with them all and found no point in playing at insecurity.

“good point.” She laughed resting her forearms on the table between them leaning forward slightly to begin pouring herself a glass of wine “oh! I see you’ve already tasted the wine do you like it? You seemed to enjoy your port yesterday and I know this is supposed to be one of the best of its vintage”

“it’s exquisite, thank you” he smiles lifting his glass in a casual toast before she took her first sip of wine.

“Good” she sighs, a bit of nervous tension relieved at his words “ah I um I thought about your, offer”

“and your decision?”

“surely you must know that a relationship with you comes with a lot of baggage” she sipped nervously at her wine eye’s locked on the table between him.

“baggage?” he prompted. If this was a rejection he would make her say it clearly, he deserved that much at least. She was watching the wine swirl in her glass as a means to avoid his gaze which was locked on her.

“I’m not a media darling, Jumin. I like the spotlight but only when I sing. I’m worried about what would happen if word got out that you were dating me. What happens to C&R or Retrouvailles? As much as I’d like to pretend that it would all be sunshine and daffodils, I know better.”

“so your saying no?” he asked. He understood her hesitance, she was right about the media complicating things. He had seen it with his father far too many times when his father would fall for women who were using him they would twist the media to suit their purposes. A story leaked here a picture spread there, a scandal rarely affected C&R too much, but Retrouvailles was small and a scandal could put them out of business. Still he had to fight the disappointment in his voice as he tried to make himself the impassive emotionless man so many claimed him to be. He could tell by the look in MC’s eye’s he had failed though.

“that’s just it, I don’t want to say no.” it was then that she finally locked eyes with him and suddenly her cheeks were a ruddy red but her hand was on his trying to keep him from pulling away as he had been about to do. “what I want to say is, can we get to know each other privately? I mean would you mind terribly if we kept our names out of the papers?” something in her tone felt so raw he knew there was no way he could refuse her even if he wanted to.

“I wouldn’t mind at all” he could see her shoulder sag and hear the smile in her voice when she spoke again.

“thank you” he wasn’t sure he had ever heard someone sound so genuine in his life. Later if he was asked when he truly fell for her, he would cite this moment. The genuine smile and gratitude she offered him for something so immaterial and inconsequential wrapped his hear in emotion before he could even decipher its meaning. He could feel her hand still on some part of him registered the smile that crept on his face without his permission. Had he ever struggled not to smile before her? He didn’t think so.

can i talk about the rarely mentioned loss of identity that comes with a relationship with jumin han?

like if you were seeking any kind of recognition for your skills, hard work, passion, or talent before meeting and falling in love with jumin you would have to basically give it up to be with him

and not because of him either don’t get me wrong he has some controlling tendencies that both of you would have to discuss but the real problem would be everyone else

let’s say you were a passionate artist and your art while not national aclaimed was fairly popular then you marry jumin and suddenly all the news stories about your art refer to you as wife of C&R corporate heir Jumin Han. there’s whispers about how you probably got the gallery opening because of Jumins influence and that the only reason you can stay home and create art is because Jumin provides for you and i bet jumin paid for your lessons and that’s why your as good as you are

the same goes for ANY career even remotely in the public eye we even see this with jumins mom when zen mentions she was a singer but she was more famous for her marriage than her singing don’t get me wrong jumins mom may have been a gold digger i don’t know but i can absolutely see how upsetting it would be to put so much time and effort into something only to have all that work be dismissed because of who you love.

just some thoughts

Retrouvailles (part 3)

Jumin x MC fanfic (1215 words)

Part 1

Part 2

over all summary: MC is the Singer at her Family’s wine bar called “retrouvailles”. Jumin Han corporate heir has fallen for her voice and decided to pursue a relationship with the Jazz and swing singer despite his usual distaste for romance. they face the challenges of press interference and hearsay, as they explore the waters of new romance.

Chapter summary: Jumin and MC enjoy pleasant conversations while enjoying wine and music. before parting ways they make plans to meet again and exchange phone numbers. 

Retrouvallies feature song presentation: lady armstong cover of royals

authors note:so this is just me indulging in their dialogue cuz i really enjoy writing it. honestly the dialogue is one of the main reason i wanted to writ the fic seriously there’s something very appealing about old timey formal jumin han. I have the plot pretty much set out but i have no idea how long it'll take to get there ya know? like i know what i want to happen but sometimes it takes a bit of working to actually get it to happen. anyway i hope y’all enjoy this cute little back and forth between them cuz i really had fun writing it. 

The night’s music seemed impossibly quiet as Jumin felt MC trail her fingers along the ridges of his knuckles.

“have you ever heard of palm reading?” she asked suddenly. he smirked a bit and nodded splaying his hand out before her so she could run her finger along the lines of his palm instead. “to be honest I don’t know much about it really, but I have a friend that can fake it, like a parlor trick you know.” he chuckled at that before curling his fingers around her hand.

“I’ve read a little on the subject of palmistry. I’m sure I could teach you at least a small bit” he didn’t even try to hide his smirk at her surprise.

“do you believe it’s accurate?” she asked dubiously.

“as accurate as any other fortune telling method”

“you know Jumin that isn’t an answer” she chided coyly

“I believe,” he paused for a moment brows creasing in thought as he drew a thumb along a line on her palm “fortune telling, prophecies, fate, it all seems like an excuse. a means for people to accept poor circumstances and lack of motivation.”

“you don’t believe in fortune telling, but you know about palmistry?”

“you must learn about something before you can form an opinion on it” he remarked settling his eye’s on her hand in his. Her hands where warm against his skin and he wondered if her warmth was indicative of some inner light that he lacked.

“well then humor me? what do you read in my palms”

“well the most common belief is that the left hand maps your potential, what God has given you, while the right shows what you do with it, your choices.” MC’s eyes were locked on his as he explained each line and what they were supposed to signify. he ran his index finger over each line as he did and he could have sworn he felt her pulse quicken under the pads of his fingers. as he finished his explanation she glanced down at their connected hands.

“may I be honest with you Jumin?” she asked gently

“I would prefer it” he responded brows furrowing in mild concern.

“when I brought up the palm reading, I may have been looking for an excuse to hold your hand” Jumin didn’t know what to say to that it was a strange thought. that someone would invent a reason to touch him so innocently and yet he couldn’t find it in him to be mad. In the midst of his reverie he registered the final notes of music fading as the nights show ended “I did enjoy the lesson though maybe next time you can tell me about how tarot cards are supposed to work” MC added tilting her head to catch Jumins’ downturned eyes.

“I’m not nearly so familiar with tarot as I am with palmistry” he admitted pulling taking another sip of wine to hide a bit of annoyance at his own lack of knowledge.

“then I suppose we can learn together. Unless, perhaps there’s another subject that you’d prefer?”  

“recently I’ve been reading about vampires” he said ready for the same teasing chides he received from several of his friends when he mentioned his latest choice of reading material.

“spooky.” She commented raising an eyebrow “you know I once heard that the reason they didn’t have a reflection in old mirrors was because silver reflected the soul and since they were undead they had no soul”

“modern mirrors don’t use silver” he mused moving to poor himself a bit more wine. It really was a fantastic vintage.

“exactly!” she chirped. “so doesn’t it stand to reason that a vampire in modern times would have a reflection”

he chuckled, no one had ever humored his more outlandish interests like this. “I can see your logic but I raise you this counter” he said letting a smile creep across his face “your right about past mirrors using silver and about vampires lacking souls, but if a silver mirror only reflected the soul why would chair, walls, and art be reflected? they have no soul.” He enjoyed this banter. A back and forth of ideas and logic even in regards to such fantastical creatures as vampires.

“good point though I’m sure some would argure about art having a bit of soul.  Also in Dracula I believe that Dracula’s clothes were also reflection-less which implies even objects touching the vampire are rendered invisible to the mirror”

“truly a curious mystery that requires more research” Jumin teased. his smile held a lopsided and easy going confidence. MC laughed at that, a joyous lilting sound that had Jumin chuckling before he even realized it. he liked when she laughed at his teasing jokes and made note to tell them more often.

as the night wore on they continued to talk quietly occasionally pouring each other a fresh glass of wine until as mc poured for jumin she found the bottle empty.

“it seems our time for this evening is up jumin” she said holding the empty bottle by its neck and shaking it slightly to listen for any remaining liquid.

“had I known we were limited to one bottle I would have taken my time a bit more. savored the taste and good company.”

“sorry Jumin rules are rules. One bottle of wine for a first date”

“so this was a date then?”

“I suppose that depends on if you’re comfortable with the woman paying for the first date. I’m sure we could work something out next time if you are but I’d like to treat you tonight”

It wasn’t the first time tonight that Jumin had felt a bit taken aback by MC but nevertheless he found himself wholly in foreign territory. he was so used to paying for himself and to others expecting him to pay for them as well. certainly he could afford it after all. money was no object in his life, and yet MC wanted to treat him. He was quite sure that his wealth vastly outweighed her own, making money all the more precious to her still she wanted to spend it on him. he would let her this time of course though he vowed to repay her tenfold at their next meeting if she would allow it. “that sounds perfect shall we meet after your show on Thursday? perhaps I could take you to a late dinner.” He offered.

“I would love that. oh here I should give you this” she said taking a pen from her purse and scribbling a number on a small notepad.

she tore the page out and handed it to Jumin as she stood. “call me if our plans change okay?”

He was about to reply when he felt her lips on his cheek and froze. She had kissed him, just a peck on the cheek but a kiss none the less. For his part Jumin Han did not flush the light crimson that MC did but he did wear a sly smile for the better part of the next two days despite a weekend business trip he had been dreading for the first time in what seemed like a very long time he found himself looking forward to a social excursion.

morning showers with jumin include

- his hands on your shoulders absentmindedly kneading the muscles there while you sleepily wait for the water to warm up

- him washing your hair, gently humming whatever classical piece of music you both fell asleep to the night before

- you reaching up (possibly standing on your tip toes while he stabilizes you with 1 big hand on your hip) and washing his hair (probably styling it into a spike and giggling)

- his deep throaty chuckle when he see’s your content and still a little sleep addled smile

- woody scented soap in wash clothes run chastely along your skin before he leans down to kiss your forehead

- fingers tracing love bites and accidental bruises from the day before

- him groaning appreciatively as your fingers work some of the sleepy tension from his neck and back

- quick and innocent kisses before turning the water off and continuing the rest of your morning routine

bonus

on his days off his arms wrap around your waist from behind as he watches you put on your makeup a content and lazy smile in his face. his chin is resting on the top of your hair pulled up into a towel. every now and then he asks you a question to keep you talking to him. “how did you sleep?” “what did you dream about?” “what would you like to do today?” “have you finished that book you where reading?” he likes hearing your voice and seeing you pause in your routine while you consider your response.

guys the more i look at this the more in love i fall like just look at the details he’s reading lonnie and occult book and their in her victorian style living room even jumins collar stripes are right (which is a feat and a half since he buys those custom)

gah i’m just so happy with it i can’t recommend @sentimentaleidolon enough guys!

commission @joy1579

overworked

hey sooooo I have a bad habit of working myself too hard. by this i mean i will work and keep accepting new responsibilities until I either have a mental breakdown (panic attack, depressive episode, or something else I cant work through) or a physical breakdown (pneumonia, broken bone, passing out) its a really bad habit that I’m sure stems from low self esteem or some BS but I don't really wanna FIX it I’d much rather just write a story about MC doing the same thing and being comforted by Jumin.

and since that's cheaper and easier to schedule than an appointment with my councilor, that's what I did. 

hope ya’ll enjoy!!!

you where working harder than ever. you were helping yoosung study, helping connect Zen with new roles, promoting V’s newest collection, you had even taken over most of the RFA party planning from jaehee. then every evening when jumin got home you would greet him with your biggest smile rushing into his arms like a man in the desert rushes to water. he could see how hard you where working and he watched you accept more responsibility every day. it seemed like every evening you were telling him about one more thing someone had asked of you. you stayed up later woke earlier and he would have said something if it weren’t for your smile, so brilliant and dazzling. you seemed so eager to please so happy to help and he knew you enjoyed working. you, like him didn’t cope well with boredom. so he let it slide choose simply to do everything he could to support you.

until one day he got a call from zen. “get over to my place now. MC is, she’s locked herself in the bathroom she won’t talk to me. you know I hate to ask for help but i think she needs you”. jumin was there in a flash knocking gently on the door to zens bathroom.

when you didn’t answer he called to you “MC I know your in there it’s me can you let me in”

“I’m fine jumin”

“darling I can hear your voice shaking it’s okay to be upset but I’d like to hold you. will you let me do that?” he heard the lock click and was inside in an instant door closed behind him. you were in his arms and he was gently rubbing your back as you sobbed into his chest. “you don’t have to talk now but you should know you can tell me anything”. it took nearly an hour for you to calm down and in that time jumin had moved you to zens couch where you sat in his lap and burried your face in his suit. zen had let himself out when he saw the scene worried his presence might make things awkward for you. you heard the door open as zen returned and you wiped hastily at your cheeks trying to make yourself at least semi presentable.

“i’m sorry zen i was supposed to help you practice but all i did was cause trouble” you where still trying to calm your breathing but at least the tears had stopped. jumin stood with you as you tried to straighten yourself out.

zen set a hand on your shoulder “MC don’t apologize just, tell us what’s up. jumins so worried you can almost see him frown”. you wanted to tell zen everything was fine but the words caught in your throat and you stopped short to blink back the fresh tears in your eyes.

“if i’m right zen, MC is simply exhausted i believe it’s been quite some time since she was able to rest. i’ll escort her home so i can help her relax some. thank you for calling me.”

jumins voice had an air of finality but his hands were gentle as he began to lead you away.

at the door jumin turned to zen and said a little gentler “I’ll call you if anything happens, and again, thank you for calling me.”

zen was frozen as the door shut behind you and jumin.

“damn trust fund kid! she’s may be his wife but she’s my friend too!”

at the pent house jumin drew you a bath and added one of your favorite bathbombs all the while never letting go of your hand

“jumin?” you asked. his head shot up from pouring you a glass of wine betraying just how concerned he really was under his calm and collected facade. “what if it’s my fault?” you asked shakily.

“what if what is your fault?”

“we’ve been trying for over a year to have a baby and, what if it’s my fault we haven’t been able to?”

“is that what’s been bothering you?” he asked handing you the wine and leading you to the edge of the bathtub to bathe.

“i didn’t want to think about it so,” you trailed off letting him fill in the blanks.

“so you decided to work. I understand that.” he sighed nodding somberly.

“probably better than anyone right?” you said offering a broken chuckle as he stripped you of your shirt. he began to undress as well before replying.

“you were helping zen with his new role today right? may i ask what it’s about?”

“that’s just it, zen is playing the husband of a woman who, she looses her baby jumin, and i thought” you could feel the tears threatening to return and jumin pulled you into the hot bath with him guiding you to lean back against his chest. he shushed you gently pressing a glass of chilled wine into your hand.

“i’ll make an appointment for a fertility specialist tomorrow. you know it’s just as likely to be my fault we’ve yet to conceive”

“no way my husband is as close to perfect as they come” you joked shakily before leaning your head back to nuzzle into his neck “thank you”

listen me and jumin have a little girl that create a masterpiece like this and he frames that shiz in gold and diamonds for his desk you can’t convince me otherwise

my current diet plan is apparently to spend my entire ass lunch break texting my fictional boyfriend until i accidentally run out of time to eat the lunch i brought … jumin won’t be happy i missed a meal but he did tell me to prioritize what’s important to me soooooo

here me out guys

jumin likes soap operas imagine him and MC pretending to fight/divorce then get back together again with all the drama of a soap opera because one day MC was like “it’s been pretty quiet and peaceful lately hasn’t it jumin? how about we play a game?”

like MC ham’s it up big time but jumin being the professional he is, is actually pretty believable. maybe they just do it at home because MC like being a drama queen… maybe the press finds out and buys into the whirlwind of drama who know but at the game ends with them saying “do you really want to go?” “the only reason i’d ever leave is just so i could experience coming back to you again and again” and a sweet kiss

i think it was parks and rec where the couple said they where getting a divorce just so they could get remarried to each other and yeah that idea but over the top because jumin doesn’t do anything half way

all i want is to marry jumin han and run interference for him at every dinner he has to have with his dad and his dads new girlfriend like i worry that jumin is so sweet and diligent and hardworking there isn’t much I can give him but what i can do is pull chairman hans new girl aside for “girl talk” and pretend to like literally anyone for the express purpose of jumin getting to spend more genuine quality time with his dad. i don’t think chairman han is a bad dad he just losses himself when it come to girls

NOOOO BUT FR CHAIRMAN HAN SOUNDS SO SWEET LIKE HE JUST WANTS REAL LOVE I DON'T GET HOW EVERYONE HATES HIM

HE DOESSS. he's done very questionable things but when he's outside of jumins route, all he wants is to find love 😭😭

listen you cannot convince me that jumin didn’t do this at his and MC’s wedding imagine jaehee pushing the stroller with elizabeth the third as the cutest little ring bearer. the second she reaches the new couple she meows to mc which MC responds to by giving a soft happy smile and saying “yes elizabeth i promise to make jumin the happiest i possibly can”. jumin is taken aback by this but elizabeth just settles herself down contentedly like that addressed all her concerns perfectly making him chuckle press a quick kiss to MC’s cheek. mc giggles and mock scolds him, “jumin the kiss comes later!” and everyone in the audience is like “oh my god this couple just gave me diabetes their so sweet”

The Ring Bearer understood his mission 

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i want to run jumins shoulders

i want him to sit on the floor in front of the couch while i massage his shoulders and he tells me about some absolute jackleg trying to do business with C&R and making jumins life harder

i want him to relax against my legs as his head falls back into my lap and he smiles up at me saying “thank you for listening my love” and then chuckling when i blush before leaning down to kiss him

may my lord and savior have mercy on my sinning soul because this idea HAS me

imagine his hands guiding yours his voice low and intimate he’s done this so many times it’s second nature his eyes are focused on your face you are trying to memorize the movement your brow creased in concentration and he smirks before leaning down and kissing your forehead chuckling

“you have a lifetime to learn dear it doesn’t have to be perfect the first time” he says and you blush and mumble.

“i just, i thought if i got it right you might praise me” and suddenly his arms are around you lifting you to kiss him and you can feel the smile on his lips and feel the vibration of his soft laugh before your back on your feet own two feet his forehead against yours as he says

“i love you more than you could ever understand” and your giggling and who cares if his tie isn’t tied yet he was right after all you’ll be with him for a lifetime you’ll practice everyday you’ll pick his tie each and every morning tie it with him his hands over yours and maybe you’ll feign ignorance a little longer just so he’ll show you one more time the same way you know he buys you dresses you can’t zip yourself because he enjoys helping you the same way he offers to brush your hair or asks you to show him how you french braid it for special occasions. small moments little excuses to touch and feel each others warmth tiny domestic intimacies that weave you into the fabric of each others daily lives.

when i was young my father called it “stirring the oatmeal romance” to find the beauty and joy in even the most mundane activity’s like stirring the oatmeal. to imagine that with jumin is bliss. sorry i’m simping again >.>

i— i know how to tie a shoe, i only dont know how to tie a tie😭😭😭

You know what, that's also respectable. They make it seem like it's harder than it what it is. There's just a trick to figuring out how much of the fabric that you need to feed into it when you're trying to make the knot. Hm, why don't you ask Jumin himself how to do it because it seems like he would quite enjoy guiding your hands to the answer?

jumin my precious baby would have my life in BETTER condition than i ever did. legitimately he’d have been waiting for the chance to spoils and take care of me without me arguing or fighting back.

all of you right now reblog this with your fave who could 100% take care of you without anything in return

as in the one in your faves that if you couldn’t get out of bed for a week wouldn’t let your home fall apart

all i’m saying is jumin han would absolutely listen to ramble for hours about my latest hyper fixation.

imagine sharing your head cannons with him and showing him all the evidence for it and he just validates you loving this thing

imagine sitting next to him on the couch playing on your laptop and saying “I’m pretty sure chica has an eating disorder” and without missing a beat he says “chica is the one you told me runs the gym and the bakery correct? the one that eats out of the garbage despite being a robot?” and you know he’s never once played the games or read the books no this is all info he remembers JUST BY LISTENING TO YOU! and he asks confirming questions because he knows you enjoy talking about it. imagine.