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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.

jumin reacts to someone forcing a kiss on mc

so uh yeah no one asked for this. 

also trigger warnings for sexual assault so this is going under the cut.

You were dressed to the nines to attend a business meeting meant to honor Jumin as his branch reported record breaking numbers for the fiscal year. You couldn’t hide how proud you were of Jumin as his father toasted to his fantastic leadership.

After the dinner Jumin introduced you to each of the C&R branch heads that came to congratulate him. a little flustered you couldn’t help but notice how much it seemed Jumin enjoyed showing you off, it seemed that every compliment he received was met with some sort of counter about how you had inspired, encouraged, or taught him something.

If someone mentioned the increase in his employee’s productivity, he told them that you had recently suggested an employee satisfaction unit to promote stress reduction which had greatly improved employee productivity. If they mentioned his foreign business dealings he cited your love of overseas culture as a major positive impact on each one. You couldn’t help but blush at all his praise.

As the night wore on you noticed several eyes on you from across the room and slowly you began to wonder if they were truly friendly. One pair in particular felt unpleasantly voyeuristic. Turning you head suddenly you caught the shifting gaze of a man who looked to be nearing his 60’s you tried to shake your suspicions as you watched him approach you both. He spoke jovially to Jumin about his branches newest projections but you could smell the alcohol on his breath from where you stood. When Jumin’s phone rang part of you wanted to follow as he excused himself to take the call.

This man made you uncomfortable no matter how you tried to forget your earlier suspicions. Then as Jumin turned his back you felt the man pull you forward his lips wet against your obvious grimace. You pushed him away spluttering your distaste. Jumins hand was on your shoulder immediatly pulling you backwards a little roughly. His eyes were cold, his face grim and you could feel the slightest tremble of anger in the fierce grip on you shoulder.

“it would be prudent for you to excuse yourself” he almost growled to the man you had just shoved away “now” he added when the man seemed too shocked to move. You had to admit the sight of Jumin so angry was rare and had it been directed at you, you may have frozen as well. The man scrambled backwards towards the door and you saw Jumin nod sharply to a bodyguard that moved to meet the man at the door “he will be charged with assault by the morning of course.” Jumin assured you before guiding you to a side exit.

Within minutes you and Jumin were in route to the penthouse his eyes fixed on you as you wiped at your mouth you felt gross, the feel of the man’s lips still vivid against your mouth.

“darling, are you okay?” the gentle concern in Jumin’s voice was in stark contrast to the icy anger it had before.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled forcing yourself to stop trying to rub away the memory of the kiss. Then Jumin’s arms where around you gently pulling you to his chest as he shushed you.

“that man is scum but no matter what he does or did, it could never change how pure and perfect you are.” Jumin’s warmth helped you relax but you couldn’t stop the tears. He held you all the way home and once in the penthouse he made you tea. He assured you that it wasn’t your fault, you weren’t any different for what had happened and most of all he promised you that you would never see that man again.

You weren’t entirely sure what happened to the man who had tried to assault you. You knew he did not work at C&R or any of its affiliates. You knew that the police took your statement as well as security footage from the party. You knew Jumin would keep his promise.

And that, was everything you needed to know.

You felt safe.

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”

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.

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 😭😭

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

“waking up at 6:30 am on a weekend just to write this was worth it”

OP waking up a 5:30 AM on a weekend and staying awake just too read this was also VERY worth it!!

The Worth of Gifts

This is basically a love letter to Jumin because that one line that he said in his route lives in my head rent-free. Waking up at 6.30 am on the weekend just to write this was worth it.

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"I have brought a couple of things for you, my love," Jumin rushed in a flurry of cold wind as he entered the bedroom that you shared together, his navy blue coat billowing behind him. He settled down a horde of shopping bags on the bed that you were lounging on. They had lined both his arms up to his elbows and you found it curious that he was doing the hard work alone, without the presence of a trailing assistant nearby.

You had been on your phone engrossed in your favourite TV series when Jumin came in. Immediately, you sat up straight and scanned the bags of different colours and sizes that were strewn across the bedding. "A couple of things?" You raised your eyebrows at him. "I don't think I would define it that way. Which dictionary are you using? Maybe I should get one too to understand you better."

"A dictionary? I'm afraid I don't have one ready at my disposal. I calibrated my purchase decision based on the number of things I wish to give you, and these barely count towards anything." Jumin was about to expound on it more when he saw your face lighting up with mischief. "Ah, you were teasing me."

You gave him a playful shrug. "Maybe?"

"I see." His lips curved into a sly smile that matched your own.

You took account of the things he got you. They were things you had mentioned in passing or had pinned on your Pinterest boards and saved in your wish list. It was astonishing that he remembered everything. That he remembered and thought to gift them to you because he thought it would make you happy.

Throughout your life, all you wanted was to be known, to be seen by someone who loved you and someone whom you loved back. And here he was, showing you how much he knew you so casually as if it was a given. This love language of his, although it overwhelmed you at first, was something you could learn to get used to in time. You had never been pampered lavishly before, but hey, there was a first time for everything.

"Jumin, love," you started.

"Yes, darling?"

"Why did you get me so many things?" You looked at him in awe. "I appreciate everything you bought me. I mean, do you know how long I've longed for these?" You shook your head while peeking into the bags. "You are something else, Jumin. But I have to wonder, why of this magnitude?"

"This isn't anything. I can do so much more for you."

"I know, but why?" You pressed, genuinely curious.

Jumin wasn't one who would deflect from sensitive questions that came from his beloved. Like you, he wanted you to know everything about him. He was secretly relieved that the both of you shared the same desire. He couldn't imagine being with someone who couldn't care less about his more vulnerable side.

"If you must know, it's because that's what everyone expects from me since I was little," he said, his head tilted down almost imperceptibly. You didn't miss it, and you detected a slight tremble in his voice nearing the end of the sentence.

It tugged at your heartstrings seeing him like this. Carefully, you pushed aside the shopping bags and crawled towards him. You came to a kneel in front of him and swept your fingers through his tousled dark bangs. "You don't have to prove your love to me through material means. My love isn't something to be earned or bought. You deserve to be loved simply because you exist." You took a breath, diffusing the anger that burned in your chest at the unfair expectations Jumin had to live up to since he was young. No kid should ever shoulder that kind of responsibility, and that included corporate heirs. "I love you for being the Jumin that you are."

He raised his eyes on you, and you found his gaze faltering, unsure. It was a silent urge to go on. "Think about it. Think about how our relationship first developed. In the beginning, I was interested in you because you're smart and funny in the most unexpected ways. Then, I saw how caring you are towards your friends and family. How you offer unwavering support for them despite being the butt of their jokes most of the time." You brushed the back of your hand against his cheek and he leaned into your touch.

"I just did what I had to," he muttered.

You couldn't let Jumin throw out more self-undermining statements. For someone so confident and self-assured, it hurt to see that he felt the need to cover up this part of him before his own friends. "You have that sense of duty because you love us. Deny it as much as you want, but it doesn't diminish the truth. You know, it surprised me how non-judgmental you actually are despite the firm personal beliefs that you hold. You let other people be themselves, and that's what I want for you, especially when it comes to this relationship." Your hand found its way to the back of his neck, compelling him to raise his eyes to you. "Don't ever think that you can only be accepted if you provide enough things for me. You are enough. I'm happy with you even without them."

Jumin was silent. When you were talking with such ferocity, you didn't notice that you had inclined your body so close towards him, near enough that your noses were touching.

Jumin rested his forehead against yours. "How do you always know the right things to say?" he breathed out.

"I only see what is already in you." You pressed a brief, tender kiss on his lips, tasting the cold air from his earlier excursion outside.

"Thank you for reminding me of your love," Jumin said, his expression an earnest reflection of how he felt about you.

"You can always ask for one whenever you need it. I'm your endless supply of support."

"What would I have to give in exchange for this dubiously free support?"

You grinned. "Nothing, I'm naturally generous! Just press the button and I'll come running spewing out motivational speech. I won't stop until you wind me down."

"Wind you down," Jumin appeared to be in thought before continuing, "like this?" He stole a quick peck on your neck.

Instantly, you felt heat rising up your cheeks. "Hey! That'd just wind me up," you scoffed.

"Then I'd have to do it more often." He attacked you with tiny kisses all over your face, nose, chin, and jaw, and trailed down to your shoulder. You burst into laughter, pretending to pull away from him but bringing him down on the bed with you instead.

The shopping bags around you rustled. Jumin toppled on top of you and you could feel the fabric of his dress pants rubbing against your bare thighs. He was smiling and man, your heart was taking flight on its own. This beautiful, beautiful man. You could never get bored of looking at him. He was above Greek statues. He was real.

"I love you," Jumin said quietly.

"Funny. I feel the same way." You tapped on his nose. "But we probably should get these out of the way if we want to do more." You gestured at the sea of bags lying nearby and wiggled your eyebrows suggestively. "I don't want to ruin these gifts you procured for me with blood, sweat, and tears."

Jumin sighed. "Must we? I can just get the replacement for them later."

"We absolutely must."

"Fine." He was about to push himself back up when he halted. "Wait, I have to clarify. Do you mind if I still buy you things?"

You propped yourself up on your elbows. "Of course I don't. You're allowed to shower me with love, only don't do it to prove your worth to me."

Jumin took a second before replying. "Earlier, you expressed your wish to understand me, but you seem to have understood me well. Sometimes even better than I do myself." He chuckled to himself before training his eyes on you again. "I want to understand you deeper too if you would let me."

That wasn't even a question. "Once again, you're allowed, Jumin." You dragged him into another kiss, the mess around you be damned.

Hello amigos, amigas, y everyone else. It is I Morgana, here to throw some art in the void starting off with some Jumin hannnn from mystic messenger.