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ATTENTION, everyone!
I'm here to say that this fic is 100% worth reading, every single word of it. My dear friend wrote this amazing thing so so well- it takes you through all of the motions. I cried, and I cried even more, and then I laughed, and then I cried again.
It's so well-written, and I say this not just as a friend but as a fellow writer who admires your work insanely. From his office and Jaehee, to Driver Kim in all his wonderfulness and the way his eyes got misty for the two men, to Jumin counting each step he makes towards his best friend's grave- the pain and the longing he felt, and to the RFA, his family, surprising him at his home and making him realize that he is loved.
Thank you for this absolutely wonderful journey you created for Jumin, and I think I can say this on behalf of everyone as well- thank you for taking us along the way, too.
Jumin’s Birthday
Hi! This is my first post and, rightfully so, it will be a “little” 10 page long “drabble”. It’s pretty self indulgent and non-romantic. I’m a sucker for angst and platonic affection, so buckle up, simps. Thank you so much for reading!
Words: 3033
TW: Alcohol, mention of death.
CW: Spoilers for the secret endings/Saeyoung’s after end
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Oh wowowowow I am EXCITED for the rest of this, I think it's even an understatement at this point. Royal but still sorta modern AU? Saeyoung and Vanderwood? ROYAL GUARDS? Jesus christ, it's waaaaay up my alley. This is amazing, and you should be proud-
I especially love the Princess Diaries reference at the end. I pictured Vandy in Joe's stance, hah! Can I please be tagged in future updates? <3
At Your Side (Chapter One)
There were, in your life, very few people that you could trust to see you as you are now: unfiltered, bare-faced, and maybe a little bit drunk. You were, after all, the heir to a kingdom and the current figurehead of a small nation. As a princess, your job was to maintain a favorable reputation so that you may someday rule, and to pay attention to your studies so that you may someday rule well.
It was in the name of keeping up appearances that you were now hiding in a dark closet with a watered down vodka soda and your two personal security guards.
1171 words this is an incredibly self indulgent (like THE MOST self indulgent) MC x Vanderwood x Saeyoung AU fic in which MC is a princess and Vanderwood and Saeyoung are her royal guards. (set in modern day, think Princess Diaries) this will be a multichapter fic with (possibly) multiple endings. MC is 'you' but never mentioned by name
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There were, in your life, very few people that you could trust to see you as you are now: unfiltered, bare-faced, and maybe a little bit drunk. You were, after all, the heir to a kingdom and the current figurehead of a small nation. As a princess, your job was to maintain a favorable reputation so that you may someday rule, and to pay attention to your studies so that you may someday rule well.
It was in the name of keeping up appearances that you were now hiding in a dark closet with a watered down vodka soda and your two personal security guards.
The problem with public appearance here wasn’t the alcohol, it was a clear drink and therefore you were granted plausible deniability if seen holding it. The problem was with the fact that someone else had spilled their red wine down the front of your dress, and one of your security guards had taken it upon himself to escort you out of the crowd before anyone was able to photograph you.
“How long are we to wait here? Until everyone else has left the party?” You ask in a huff, staring into the darkness in front of you, imagining the stoic face of the overly-cautious Agent Vanderwood.
“No, princess,” Vanderwood’s reply comes from a bit to the left of where you were staring. “Saeyoung is bringing another dress.”
As if on cue, there is a knock on the closet door. You recognize it as one of Saeyoung’s code knocks, and Vanderwood carefully opens the door.
“Dress acquired, Madam,” Saeyoung jokes, as he closes the door behind him, earning what sounds like a quick smack from Vanderwood.
Fumbling in the dark, you take the dress from Saeyoung. You recognize it by touch as one of your more comfortable party dresses, you’re grateful that Saeyoung has chosen a dress that will be easy to change into.
“We’ll wait outside for you,” Vanderwood says, their arm brushing yours as they reach for the door.
“Wait!” You reach out a gloved hand to stop them and it rests on what you assume is their bicep. “If you’re just standing outside the closet door, people will know I’m in here.”
Saeyoung laughs, “She has a point.”
“What are we supposed to do, then?” Vanderwood’s voice is terse. They’re short with Saeyoung in a way that they never are with you.
“Princess?” Saeyoung asks.
You shrug, though no one can see it.
“I’ll change fast, hold this.” You hold out your drink in front of you and a hand miraculously finds yours to take it. “And can one of you unzip me?”
You turn around, standing tall and demure in the way you’re supposed to. For some reason, you find yourself anxious as you anticipate your guard’s hands on your back.
Saeyoung, you think it’s Saeyoung, steps forward and his hand finds your shoulder.
“I don’t know if I can find your zipper…” Saeyoung says.
Wordlessly, Vanderwood flicks on his phone flashlight, which causes Saeyoung to yelp in surprise.
“Thank you,” you say, “but a warning would have been nice.”
Again, you feel Saeyoung’s hand on your shoulder and he holds it there as if to steady you as his other hand finds the small gold zipper on the back of your cocktail dress. You can feel his breath as he pulls. You are all far too close together in this damned closet and it’s making your face hot.
“That’s good,” you tell Saeyoung, he’s only unzipped the dress about halfway, but you know that it’s low enough that you can reach it yourself. “Now would both of you turn around? Or turn the light off? Or both, I suppose.”
The two guards take this order dutifully, you hear them both shuffle away from you after the light is switched off.
As you peel off the stained, probably ruined, cocktail dress, you try very hard not to think about the fact that you are undressed in a tiny closet with two men. You should be desensitized now to the presence of staff in this sort of situation. You’re used to having stylists and clothing designers dressing you, so this should be no different. But somehow, it is. There’s a tension in the air that you feel you could cut with a knife.
“Alright,” you say as you straighten the skirt of the new dress. Thankfully, this dress had no zipper to be reckoned with. “Now what?”
“I’ll leave first to make sure we won’t be seen,” Vanderwood says, “And then I’ll signal to Saeyoung when you can both leave.”
“Sounds good,” Saeyoung affirms.
“What about the old dress?”
“Leave it here, I’ll deal with it later.”
You hope that Vanderwood means that they’ll take the dress and have the stain treated, but you’re afraid it may not be salvageable.
The tiny bit of light from the outside world is almost blinding, as you realize that you’ve been in a closet for now an absurdly long amount of time.
“Sorry about this, by the way,” Saeyoung says, emboldened by Vanderwood’s absence. “I’m sure you didn’t think a so much of this party would be spent in a closet.”
You laugh, surprised, “It’s just as well.”
“You’d rather be in a closet,” Saeyoung laughs, “Really?”
“I just know that you and Vanderwood aren’t going to work every interaction you have with me tonight into a story to tell at future parties. You see me every day, so the shine’s worn off.”
“You’re wrong about that.”
“Oh so you do tell stories about me at parties?” You huff, “Figures.”
“No no! I just don’t think the shine has worn off! I don’t think it can.”
There’s a moment then of shocked silence. You realize, then, how very rare a true compliment is. Something in Saeyoung’s voice is so genuine that it strikes you to your core.
Saeyoung, ever vigilant, fills the silence quickly by clearing his throat and clarifying, “I didn’t mean to be too personal, Princess, I just mean that I really admire you.”
You straighten, surprised to find yourself slouching in the first place.
“Of course,” you say. “Thank you.”
You hear a tiny muffled voice say something indecipherable through Saeyoung’s earpiece.
“Ah,” Saeyoung says, “Vanderwood says you’re all clear. I’ll go first and block the door just in case. You should sneak past me and meet them at the end of the hall so they can escort you back.”
Following Saeyoung’s instructions, you finally make your escape from the dark closet and back into the hallway. You can hear the sounds of the party from the other room, thankfully still continuing on in your absence.
Vanderwood, as promised, is standing at the end of the hallway with their hands folded in front of them. They motion you forward with a nod as you duck behind Saeyoung’s broad shoulders.
As you arrive at their side, Vanderwood offers their arm and presses a button on their earpiece before saying, “Bluebird is headed up east wing.”
I am absolutely GIGGLING at this like a little schoolgirl, so Jumin, dear, you aren't alone at all. I'm so so EXCITED for the next chapter! This was so well written and I love love loved the little chatroom excerpts!! LIKE HELLO? It makes my heart go stupid fond because I just love the gang so much.
It's so adorable how Jumin isn't exactly sure what in the world he's doing and how he's supposed to do it, if he's still supposed to do it, the works. But all he knows is he wants to do it anyways, so he does 🥺 ITS CANON!! WAAH, I'm eating this fic in my MOUF. I LOVE IT, GREAT WORK!!!
love for the rich and emotionally stunted: a comprehensive guide
ch. 2/7 -- prev. -- next. pairing: jumin han x f!reader warnings: n/a series summary: in the months following the incident with his father's most recent paramour, glam choi, the corporate heir of C&R finds himself discovering exactly what it is that makes a person in love so blind. ao3 link
note: sticking a read more right at the beginning. u kno how it is. thank you for sticking around i'll try my best to keep updates within a week or so!
(weeks prior.)
Jumin Han has entered the chatroom.
Jumin Han
She talked to me today.
ZEN
??
Who?
707
She??
There’s a she?!
Jumin Han
Oh.
I must have neglected to mention it.
ZEN
????
Last time there was a “she”...
Jumin Han
… No.
There’s a woman at my office.
Jaehee Kang
Does she work for you?
Jumin Han
Yes
707
That took an awfully long time for you to type lolol
Are you sure~~
Jumin Han
Yes. She wears a lanyard.
Jaehee Kang
Do you not know her name??
Jumin Han
I should think it would seem impolite after… all that.
Jaehee Kang
???
ZEN
?????
All that WHAT?
Jumin Han
I only caught a glimpse of her lanyard. I don’t know.
ZEN
Dodged my question… T_T
Jaehee Kang
Is this that woman you see in the mornings?
Jumin Han
How did you ....
ZEN
?!?!
707
Is our Jumin finally getting some?!
I’m so proud. Haha T_T
Jumin Han
Getting some… what?
Jaehee Kang
I can look into her.
For research purposes. Of course^^
Jumin Han
;;;
I only just started seeing her this month.
At the door. Seeing her at the door.
707
Seeing her OTL
Maybe she’s your future lover come to save you^^
Jumin Han
I doubt that.
ZEN
Yeah lolol
I doubt it too
And right after the Choi thing?? No way.
707
T_T
Ur right
There’s no way...
-
“Do you play video games, Mr Han?”
That’s a new one. “Where would I find the time?” He asks, thinking of Yoosung. “It’s a useless hobby.”
“That was a quick answer,” you reply. “Who hurt you?”
Jumin raises a brow, inquisitive. “No one.”
“Okay,” you say, the beginnings of a grin playing on your lips. “Who ruined video games for you?”
He thinks of the dark smudges under Yoosung’s eyes, the awful typos and the messages at 3am. It’s only a little funny. The door closes behind them. “No one in particular.”
“You’re smiling, Mr Han. Just a little.” You smile too at this, tilting your head in that curious way of yours. When you reach the lobby and then your separate ways, Jumin spares a glance at you.
He wants to say something more, something lodged very deep in his throat that comes out dry breath. He’s never been too good at small-talk, not with colleagues, not with business outside of work. He wants to be, just a little.
He’s not quite sure how that came to be.
-
It’s beyond embarrassing the way he comes up to you in the cafeteria. “You work here,” he says, a very belated realization.
You blink a few times, as if processing. “Yes,” you say slowly. “I have a lanyard.” You wave the offending item around and Jumin finally, finally catches a glimpse of your name.
“I see,” Jumin says, because that’s all he really can say. “Work hard.”
He consults his phone right away, willing the heat from his face and opening the messenger app. It goes as well as expected when he mentions it so vaguely-- Hyun rags on him for his lack of conversational skills and Yoosung drops a line or two about his own miserable love life. In any case, Assistant Kang’s information on you had only reached him earlier today and in a way he’s still coping. It had been baffling to say the least, finally having everything in front of him rather than scattered in the bits and pieces of your dialogue.
You work, technically, in the same position Assistant Kang does. Only in the fashion department, of which Jumin had strategically ignored after Echo Girl and the Chois. It really isn’t his fault he hadn’t noticed you-- not since before this month when you began arriving so consistently.
“Something on your mind?” Assistant Kang asks, looking up from where she’s shuffling through a stack of papers. It isn’t unusual for her to break the silence with a quip-- she’s always been good at easing into a mode of conversation that takes the edge off. As a good assistant and employee should, of course. Jumin wonders if he should relay this to her.
“Nothing,” he says instead, because surely she already knows. “Is it polite to bring gifts for someone you’re sure you will be seeing every morning?”
She raises a thin brow. “Who-- that woman at the fashion department?”
Jumin deigns not to answer right away, looking down at the state of his nails and the tick of his wristwatch. “Surely there must be some etiquette about that.”
-
Jaehee Kang
Buy her coffee.
ZEN
Get her a promotion lol
707
A new car!!!
Yoosung★
Maybr a nicce pen
??
-
“Any favorite TV shows?” You ask one morning. “Personally, I’m fond of office romances.”
Jumin lags for a moment, waiting to catch up. It isn’t an unusual occurrence. “Is that an innuendo?”
You smile, a little flushed-looking, and wave a hand. “Nope. Not at all.” When you look at the second coffee in his hand, though, it seems you need a second to catch up yourself. You’d mentioned offhandedly how you take your coffee the day before, and today something had stopped him at the threshold of the coffee shop he stops at every morning. Funny how things work like that.
“This is for you,” he says determinedly, and you smile a little but there’s still an edge.
“You dodged my question.” You state simply. Jumin does not know what to say.
He thinks about it for a moment, really thinks about it. The only thing that really comes to mind are the Sunday morning programs, and he doesn’t really know them off the top of his head. Maybe the morning news. “No TV shows. Next question.”
“Okay then,” you say, “Any pet peeves?”
Jumin smiles a little. It isn’t really conscious, but he’s finally figured out a way to respond and he just hopes it takes well. “Women who stop me at the door in the morning.”
“Oh,” you say, taking a sip of your coffee. You hum appreciatively. He feels strangely, indirectly accomplished. “Shame. Mine’s men who give me three word responses when I ask them things.”
He scoffs, although it isn’t as hard as it usually comes out. “I answered that in a sentence.” He says, very assuredly. When he looks back at you there’s a softer smile at your lips, rounded at the corners and not quite so mischievous as he’s seen it look before. It looks fond.
“I know,” you reply. He feels a little warmer now, turning the corner where you two part ways. You offer him a two-fingered salute, a “See you in the morning!” and a final turn.
And then you’re gone.
-
The next time the conversation lingers long past the lobby it’s because you’ve coaxed him into talking about Elizabeth III. There’s a point where you’ve reached the elevator and he’s talking to you about her care routine and the minutiae of what it takes to keep her fur so soft and pristine (much of it is her own work and her natural beauty-- of course) and he’s only barely aware of how long he’s been going on, but he pauses to look at you. He doesn’t know what he’s expecting, between Jaehee’s hesitancy and Luciel’s rabid praise and Hyun’s outright disgust--
But there’s something about the way you’re looking at him when he’s finished, curiouser and half-curved into a smile. And he’s been on the receiving end of that before-- his father’s lovers, interviewers and subordinates-- but none of them have ever seemed so affectionate.
He’s seen the same look before when it’s Jaehee with a new photocard, the way Yoosung danced around Rika. It’s the glint in Luciel’s glasses when he gets to working and it’s something, something.
You look like you’ve seen something beautiful.
Which is understandable to him, really, having just shown you pictures of his Elizabeth III. What he understands less is the way you’re looking at him and not the open phone, caught up in a silence that seems way too heavy for a conversation about his cat. Even when the elevator dings it’s with some trepidation that you leave first, a memory, a discovery pulled taut between you two.
“I hope I get to meet her sometime,” you say.
Jumin nods, wordless. The delight on your face at such a simple gesture fixates itself in the forefront of his mind until he returns home to Elizabeth, flickering like hell and unbidden and unexpected but not exactly unwelcome. It’s just as confusing to him as it sounds on paper.
-
Somehow Jaehee gets to you first.
For all the time he’s spent working with Jaehee, working around her and in her general proximity, he doesn’t actually know what time she gets into the building. She seems like an inevitability, something constant and fixed and always there.
So when he holds the door open for two women, Jumin is feeling like he had seen something he wasn’t supposed to. Especially since the two of you seem to be chatting so jovially, shaking her hand with both of yours when you go to part.
There’s another something clogging his throat, a cloying want and a halfhearted desire to draw that same laugh from you, that same open brightness. He hasn’t let himself feel so much about one person-- one particular and fixed point in his life. Jumin feels like he’s chasing-- some feeling, some unnamed ball of fire-- a meteor, blazing and brilliant and too much to be real.
It’s too much to be compared to anything else, not when Sarah Choi was an unlit match next to what a beaming bonfire you are. Suddenly Jumin feels more tightly wound than he usually does.
And really, truly, it feels like a lot to handle, so he turns on his heel after silently handing you the coffee and begins to march. It feels like karmic debt for not having experienced these things as a schoolboy, and then only once as an adult. He doesn’t even know if the one time counted.
“Mr Han--” you say, and it happens at the same time he holds his breath to turn again. Just to look, to see if you appeared as off kilter as he felt. Maybe the world had rotated wrong today.
You stop there in your tracks and he really does believe for a moment that the world has gone astray-- because then it would explain the way air isn’t getting to his lungs right. He inhales just to make sure and before any other dialogue comes from your lips he asks, “Walk with me?”
You both take the elevator then.
-
Jaehee Kang
She’s a very nice woman.
Yoosung★
Huh?
707
U met her?!?!!
Tell me everything
-
It makes your mornings longer, the introduction of the elevator route. He isn’t sure how it became mutual agreement and routine, the same way the cup of coffee steams in your hands and the way you ask after Elizabeth III. The way the door gets held open.
Jumin isn’t sure how many mornings go by, how many of them are spent dreading the chime of the elevator, but one of them brings a much quieter you. And you’re usually such a whirlwind of life, pulling him toward and towards you-- he’d be lying to himself more than usual if he said he wasn’t worried.
You look like you’re steeling yourself too, and you’ve never done that-- there isn’t a thing you’ve said to him that was measured or prepared. You’re kind of like an overexcited puppy, and he’s never been too fond of dogs.
He feels something slide out of place, something like a realization that’s far grander than he knows, hovering at the tip of his tongue. He doesn’t know what it is yet, not really. He’s barely out of his head, ready to ask if you’re alright--
And you cut him off. Like you did that first morning, knocking the breath from his lungs and everything else out of place. Jumin likes things neat and tidy, likes things where they should be, where he’s used to seeing them. You aren’t too good for him, he thinks.
Then you ask, “Would you want to go out sometime?” And he has no reference materials and no forewarning and no prepared response. The odds are against him.
So against all odds and every simmering nerve in his body he says, “Yes.”
tags: @vandysgf @mrs-han