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cooking breakfast with yoosung includes

- his messy bed head and bleary eyed yawning that culminates in a look that just screams “kiss me silly!”

- him hugging you from behind resting his chin on either your shoulder or you head

- his voice a little deep and raspy with sleep in your ear asking what you want in your omelette today

- him cooking the omelette while you make cute parfaits as a side

- ketchup hearts as omelette decoration and the parfait fruit cut into star shapes

- him pouting when there’s only enough juice for one glass but insisting you take it

- you make him strawberry milk instead so he perks up (he used to like chocolate milk but now he gets sick just thinking about it)

- him animatedly telling you about his latest dream or the newest game update

- you doing dishes together and him humming some tune he’s made up, every now and then you drum along on the counter

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

RFA React to an mc that uses pet names for EVERYONE

so fun fact where i come from pet names are used for everyone all the time no exceptions. I call EVERYONE “hun” unless they specifically ask me not too and even then it takes actual effort for me to break the habit (I might slip up every now and then but i catch myself and do try really hard) my coworker calls everyone “boo” and my mom calls everyone sweetie. its just something that was always very normal to me. so when I began chatting with someone NOT from my home it kinda threw him for a loop. he thought i was flirting with him and i though we where just ya know chatting (tone doesn't always travel well through text) any way that got me thinking. how would the RFA react to an MC that does the same thing.

so without further ado.

jumin

- surprised and confused why would you do that you don’t know them they aren’t your “hun” he doesn’t get it

- then he notices the pattern hun = anyone; child = admonishing a friend; love/darling = him and only him; sweetie = warning; ect...

- treats every pet name like a puzzle to figure out why that specific one at that specific time

- eventually he will know more about the pet names you choose than you do

- might write down his findings

- will definitely try out every different pet name on you to find your favorite

yoosung

- shook at first, why is his pre-girlfriend calling zen “hun”?

- but then you call jaehee saeyoung and even jumin hun too and he’s so confused

- is high key jealous for the first few weeks until you explain it’s a habit from your family it doesn’t mean anything

- will still get insecure from time to time

- he talks (whines) to zen about it one night until zen points out you call everyone “hun” but you only call yoosung “love” and “puppy” so he does technically have his own private pet names

- after that he starts to finally chill and will get all bubbly and happy when you call him by HIS pet names

saeyoung

- he may joke around a lot but observation and intelligence is his job. he’s quite literally a pro.

- so of course he knows right away that not all pet names are created equal and isn’t fazed at all by your casual use of them

- when the others mention it or tease you he doubles down and starts calling everyone WAY over the top pet names yoosung = baby cakes, jumin= daddy han, zen= angle face, jaehee = mamacita

- but when you use a brand new one for him and him alone he panics he’s not sure he’s ready for that level of intimacy

- cue him freaking out in the chat room while everyone is like “she uses pet names for everyone you ain’t special” but he his and we all know it

- once everything’s settled he’ll make fun of your pet names a bit (only he’s allowed to tease you about them) but he’ll still blush when you call him love and boo

zen

- look this man is the king of pet names BUT he’s also possessive af so when he hears you call jumin of all people “honey bun” he see’s red

- he doesn’t even register the slight pity and condescension in your tone as he scowls at jumin and protectively pulls you tightly against him

- you don’t even skip a beat before telling zen about the fact that you just learned jumin special orders his striped shirts to have parallel stripes on the collar rather than perpendicular ones

- then it clicks. the tone of your voice the look in your eyes. but most of all the fact that he had never, NEVER heard you use the pet name “honey bun” before tonight.

- it was not quite as complimentary a term as he had thought

- once he understands he gets that all pet names are not created equal he is so on board the pet names train

- he takes a lot of pride in being the only one you call love and prince charming

jaehee

- she’s so formal at first she doesn’t even realize your talking to her

- it also makes actually dating her a bit more difficult because she just assumes the compliments and special pet names are just how you treat everyone

- it never occurs to her that it could be romantic until you actually physically kiss her

- that’s when she asks and you have to laugh “didn’t you suspect something when I started calling you angel? or love?”

- “you use pet names for everyone” “maybe so but no one else has ever been my angel!” you laugh

- now she’s blushing so hard it hurts and re-evaluating EVERY SINGLE INTERACTION you two have ever had

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”

fun fact

i truly believe one of the reasons jumin takes so much pleasure in tiny every day intimacy’s (you picking his tie, him brushing your hair, cooking together) is because it’s these things that highlight long term relationships. they emphasize slow comfort and familiar domesticity. they aren’t the newlywed heated puppy love he’s seen in his fathers short dime a dozen relationships. they say “it’s okay, we have a lifetime to do whatever we need, take your time” it’s a reassurance that your here to stay.

the more tangled you two become in the small everyday routines of life the hard it is to separate from eachother.

footsie with the RFA

this one is short and kinda silly but I had fun writing so I hope you'll have fun reading it 

jumin

- he does not move his legs because he knows for a fact he is not taking up more than his allotted space

- when you continue what your doing while locking eyes with him he gets it and decides to play along (as long as he’s sure no one can see what your doing)

- his piercing stair and impossibly impassive face daring you to go farther as it becomes a battle of wills.

- will you back down first and stop teasing him, or will he break first and excuse you both to someplace private >.>

- slowly it stops being the innocent romantic game of footsie and gets progressively more suggestive just to get a rise out of him >.> if you know what i mean

yoosung

- surprised and worried at first is he taking up to much room? he better tuck his legs under the chair just in case

- when he gets it he turns bright red and sputters a bit loosing track of what he was saying

- as long as you keep it innocent though he can keep some semblance of cool sure he’s nervous and a bit giddy but nothing too obvious

- listen though if you get too risqué you will have to either escort him away or stop teasing him because he is dying and doesn’t have the coherency to slip away with you himself

- and then everyone knows what’s going on. table 3b all the way across the restaurant heard his yelp and can see his beacon bright cheeks

saeyoung

- he is so down to play your game doesn’t even miss a beat in the conversation but you do catch a slight smirk when he asks you a question

- your not sure how he managed to catch your ankle in his hand without blowing both your covers but it’s infuriatingly gentle and your blushing

- you already know what that raised eyebrow means. it’s time to admit defeat he won this one

- his fingers are skimming up your calf though and you suppose turnabouts fair play

- your in for a lot of teasing when you two get home

zen

- boi has no chill

- so when you start playing you can IMMEDIATELY see his eyes darken a little

- he calls upon his acting abilities to keep a straight face and a steady voice but you can see the struggle in his eyes

- he tries to stop you either by hushed and murmured warnings or simply by pulling away from you a bit

- if you keep pushing he’ll end the event early just to get you two alone

- like i said boi ain’t got no kinda chill

jaehee

- blushing and shy but she does play along

- honestly though the best part is her face. her small shy smile as she pretends to read the menu or a text coupled with the little blush in her cheeks *chef kiss*

- it’s all playful and innocent with her though because you know better than to push it she’s a very private person when it comes to the bedroom

- okay but you both slipped off your heels under the table to play and when you get up have to double check that you slipped back on the right heel

- it only happened once but mismatched heels are a dead giveaway that some kind of funny business took place

seayoung likes pictures. he likes photo evidence and keepsakes. i have this head cannon that saeyoung is really likes the hard physical evidence thing

give this man a scrapbook with poloroid pictures of you two and handwritten captions he’ll treasure it FOREVER

and why? because so much of his life was eraseable, his job, his family, hell even his birth was something he was supposed to hide and was told the world wanted to erase.

then you come along and you collect keepsakes, photos, memories, everything he hasn’t been allowed to have his whole life and you cherish them organize them share them with him the scrap book has the ticket stubs from your first movie date together the hospital bracket from when his brother got out of the hospital and a receipt for your first meal as a family you saeyoung and saeran each one with a picture and handwritten paragraph about the day.

it’s his life in hardcover physical form. proof he existed that no hacker can edit or delete. you made this for him and it took hours upon hours or meticulous work focused on creating a record of his new life with you.

in my brain I know the rfa are like taller leaner and stronger than my short chubby baby face self but all I can think about is getting my short ass a step stool just so i can reach their face pet their head and remind them that no matter how strong, tall, independent, stubborn, or old they get they are always and forever my precious babies and I will hold them and protect them no matter what!

hi! idk if requests are open now but i'm feeling kind of sad about some trauma (the police got involved in what happened to me by the way) and i was wondering how seven would react to finding out about about some trauma that still really messes with mc when he's doing a background check on them - like he's going through their files and finds this almost 10 year old file about something that happened... how would he confront that? tysm you're an amazing writer and i love your stuff sm <333

hey hey i’m so sorry this took so long i haven’t been writing much lately because my life has been going through a lot of changes (all good tho)

as for the request i want to say first that I’m sorry your feeling sad but I’m so proud of you for staying strong and searching for positive things to make you feel better i have depression and i know how easy it can be to simply stay in the sad so your strength is really inspiring! I hope my writing can help even just the teensiest bit! so without further ado

seven reacts to finding trauma in MC’s background check

·        by in large it would be the same. At first at least.

·        He doesn’t want to bring it up in chat because he knows from experience that some people (read as him) prefer to keep trauma and painful pasts secret

·        If someone brings up something similar to the incident than he not so subtly changes the subject

·        For example, if it happened on a specific holiday and someone brings up that holiday he suddenly spams the chat with meme’s and ads for sevenstar drink until everyone gets distracted

·        If for whatever reason he can’t change the subject to spare you potential triggers than he’s watching the CCTV extra carefully for any changes in your behavior, he can tell how tense you are how shallow your breathing is he’s been trained to notice high stress

·        Soon enough your kicked from the chat as he’s calling you up his tell-tale singsong voice bouncily greeting you

·        Plan A cheerful distraction! He’s turning up his energy and humor to a ten just for you. He’ll be your personal rainy day clown. Laughter is the best medicine after all.

·        If you tell him, you don’t feel like joking around however he’ll quietly admit to what he’s doing.

·        He’ll tell you, well, everything and suddenly all the meme spamming and ADHD-esque shenanigans make sense

·        You’ll laugh, that broken half sob kind of laugh that happens when things suddenly make way too much sense

·        And when he sees your shoulders shaking on the CCTV he can’t do this anymore there’s a new edge to his voice when he says “hang on” then the line goes dead

·        You figure that’s just one more person who thinks your past is too much to handle (you’ve lost a couple people this way, after all why would anyone want “damaged goods”)

·        Slowly you set about the arduous task of coming down from a panic attack when you hear a knock at the door and a familiar voice announcing that he’s coming inside

·        You make it to the entryway as he enters and the world freezes. He has your favorite snacks and drinks his arms full of everything you two had talked about in the chat. Every off handed reference to something you loved, every mention of an obscure childhood candy, every anime, manga or book you had chatted with him about. he remembers every single one and he’s standing before you now holding them.

·        “I can’t change the past.” He says lamely, like he’s admitting a great fault “but I hope I can make your present a bit better”

·        You know that meme where one person says “if I run at them right now they’ll definitely catch me” well you run at him and he does in fact drop everything to catch you.

·        You see Saeyoung knows trauma, knows it like the back of his hand, he knows trauma better than he knows himself. He knows he can’t fix it knows he can’t change or control it but he can make sitting with it a bit easier.

·        He’ll you want you want and do anything to make it easier on you. Need to sit on his lap he’ll blush and sputter and think of a hundred and one reasons that’s a VERY bad idea, but he’ll let you all the same.

·        Need to talk a mile a minute about everything that happened back then, well no matter what the RFA thinks he does in fact know how to sit down shut up and pay attention. Especially when it’s a topic he’s passionate about and there isn’t a single thing in the world he’s more passionate about than you.

·        He’s honestly surprised by the difference between reading a file and hearing your firsthand account. The details are the same of course but your version is so much more visceral, so real and vivid and horrifying. The exact opposite of the cold clinical unflinching facts of the case file.

·        If in ten years you were to ask him when he fell in love you he’d say it was in this moment. When your voice is shaking and your makeups messy from tears and your expression was as raw and honest and real as a person could possibly be.

·        Of course he loved you before but something in that moment brought it into focus. Like taking the protective film from a camera lens. When you trusted him, when you believed that he was worthy of absolute trust and capable of absolute protection. When you chose him to share your trauma with he knew in that moment that not only did he WANT to live up to that but that he HAD to live up to that.

·        You are his inspiration for change. His catalyst and muse. You make him want to be better.

·        He does not love you BECAUSE of your trauma. He does not love you IN SPITE of your trauma. He loves you through your trauma, amidst it, inside and around it. He loves you, past present and future.

exactly i’m sorry rent paying corporation my CEO boyfriend is having an existential crisis because of losing his cat and i really have to take care of this

no offense to my real job but i’ve got emails to answer for my fake party planning job while one of my four boyfriends has a crisis about his twin brother joining a cult and that takes up all of my time

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

may this post spread like wildfire and bring joy to people everywhere as it did me

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.

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

super cute & soft!

Ive been thinking about how Saeyoung’s love language is definitely physical touch so i thought i’d make a little drabble list about it 👉👈

(btw i think pt as a love language can run both ways, both as they love being touched and they love touching you because both release the same sensations so this will reflect that!)

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-Theres very very few moments during the day where the two of you aren’t somehow touching each other.

-He loves playing with your fingers when you hold hands. he’ll play with your fingers absentmindedly while talking to people because it comforts him.

-The first time you cuddled he cried, overwhelmed by the feeling of you molded against him so perfectly and oh you’re so naturally warm and soft and he can’t believe he’s going to be able to hold you so close to him for hours.

-You initiating kisses either makes him melt or drives him absolutely wild

-Lots of soft PDA wherever you are

-He loves when the two of you bathe together and you offer to wash his hair.

-Speaking of his hair that man absolutely wants you to pet him sometimes

-I headcanons him getting back, shoulder pain from always being hunched over at computers so massages from you are something he’s incredibly thankful for.

-Holding hands everywhere (and yes he does the thumb rub) and Zen is positive you two glued your hands together because he doesn’t remember the last time he saw the two of you not holding hands

-Longggggg makeout and kissing sessions because neither of you know when to stop (nor do you want to)

-With the tip of your finger you’ll trace little shapes or pictures into his skin

-His fave (non mouth) places to be kissed are his shoulder/bicep, just under his collarbones, nose, the heel of the palm of his hand. Also when you pepper his cheeks with kisses

i call jumin. i tell him that today i had a 70 yr old patient hit on me. i tell him he made inappropriate comments and stood between me and the door. i tell him how uncomfortable i was. how much i wanted to just go home after ward.

he’s there faster than anyone and he’s holding me. i can feel him shaking with anger as i cry into his chest. he tells the doctors at my office and because he is a man, because he is wealthy and smart and professional they listen and suddenly i am not required to do work ups not required to be alone in dark rooms with men who make me scared. men who tell me that a 44 year age gap is fine and that they have “experience”. i don’t have to try to ask them about their medication only for them to tell me that they’ve never needed “the little blue pill”

jumin stands up for me and that night he holds me rubbing my back and pressing chaste kisses to the top of my head. he lets me sleep in my warmest pajamas and doesn’t push me to do anything i’m not comfortable with. he gives me time and space and understanding. he doesn’t blame me or tell me he’s proud of me for NOT doing something bad to the man he doesn’t ask why i didn’t do more. he makes me feel safe again. he reminds me that my worth isn’t in the “services” i can provide. my value isn’t my gender and i don’t deserve that treatment.

stressful day jumin drabble

“darling?”

“hmmm?”

“would you care to explain those?” Jumin asked, pointedly eyeing the band aides that covered 7 of my fingers.

“oh um would you believe accidental needle sticks at work?”

“I would not”

“what about rampant stray kitten nibbles?”  he chuckled pulling my hand to his lips to gently kiss at them.

“try again my dear” he said teasingly

“I don’t know I guess today was kinda stressful and nervous habits die hard ya know?” I mumble carefully avoiding his eyes as he stops to kiss every bandages finger.

“biting your nails again? And they’re bleeding what has you so worked up?”

“well a patient today he made some really … explicit comments and he kept wanting to stand between me and the door instead of sitting in the exam chair. He… he made me really uncomfortable.” Jumin brow furrowed at that and I grimaced as his hands tightened around my sore fingertips. He dropped my hands suddenly at the sight of my pain gently pulling me into his arms by the shoulders.

“darling I am so sorry you had to endure that. I will be having a word with the doctors at your office about how they choose to protect their staff” I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped my lips at his statement. “darling?”

“you’re so wonderful you know that?” I say nuzzling further into him and wrapping my arms around him in turn.

“you have mentioned that before” he chuckled kissing the top of my head

“you don’t have to talk to the doctors just maybe could I come to work with you tomorrow? I could stay in your office and read. I just I really want to spend the day with you.”

“we could both stay home tomorrow if you prefer”

“no I” I paused blushing a bit and thanking the lord I was still buried in his chest to hide my embarrassment “I like watching you work”

I woke early to the sound of Jumins voice a room away. I stretched and felt my neck and shoulders pop before venturing out into the world. as I began crawling out from under the soft blankets I heard a disgruntled “murrrrr” that alerted me to the presence of Elizabeth the 3rd, angry at being jostled. I giggled sitting up fulling to gently scratch at her chin earning an appreciative purr of forgiveness.

“darling did you still want to come to C&R with me?” Jumin asked standing in the doorway smiling softly.

“if you don’t mind. I don’t want to be in the way I’ll bring a book to read and my phone so that I won’t bother you too much.”

“you could never bother me my dear” he says the gentle sound of his voice caressing me. I could drown in that voice if I wasn’t careful, its warmth and depth a was both a comfort and a trap I knew too well. “if you’ll be accompanying me today you should get ready soon I unfortunately have a morning meeting with a potential acquisition.” I controlled the urge to ask him to repeat himself just so I could hear his voice again and crawled across the bed toward him. As I felt the strap of my nightgown slip from my shoulder I saw him avert his gaze. Whether this was because of what had happened to me yesterday or simply because even after 3 months of marriage he was at his core a gentleman I had no idea, but it made me smile none the less.

“Jumin have you” I paused gathering my nerves before pushing forward “have you showered yet?” his eye’s flickered to my face then down to the strap of my nightgown. He took s few strides forward to meet me at the edge of the bed his hand coming up to fix the night gown. at such a short distance I could see the pink tint to his cheeks. “because if you haven’t then maybe we could” I left the sentence hanging as I stood spreading my hands across his shoulders.

“it may hurt if you tried to wash your hair yourself with your fingers in such a state.” He said simply and he was not wrong the bandages from yesterday would have to be removed and soap on the still healing wounds would sting. All things considered though the excuse was flimsy and we both knew it. My hair was washed just yesterday it wouldn’t need washing until tomorrow and yet, between his hands settling upon my hips and the deep honeyed sound of his chuckle there was no way I could protest.

no but honestly i like his dry humor and cute curiosity

i dont like jumin cus i have daddy issues

i like jumin cus he's rich and has a cat

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.