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monotonemanday · 7 years ago

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Star Crossed Entertainers – Mystic Messenger FanFic Part 1 JuminXOC

Hey guys! So I haven’t written in a while but I love this fandom and I love how creative everyone is. So much heart goes into the fanfics, headcannons, writings, art, drawings, blah blah blah all of the great things this community posts! I am a fan of so many of your guys blogs and I really got inspired to start writing again. This is Part 1 of a series I am thinking of starting. It heavily involves Jumin and Zen and relationships they find with two OCs. The first part of the story takes place at a party for Jumin, basically in Jumins point of view where he meets my OC. Then part 2 is seen from her point of view. Let me know what you think and if you enjoy it feel free to give it a heart, reblog, whatever you want! And let me know if you like it and if I should post part two or if you think I should continue the story. Thank you so much!!

He closed the chatroom and looked forward. He had spent most of the ride in silence. Another party. Another event he thought was both extravagant and incredibly wasteful. He didn't mind most of these soiree's because all he had to do was make an appearance, talk with a few elites, maybe make a few deals, and then he could get back to his penthouse where the love of his life, Elizabeth the 3rd was waiting.

But tonight, was different. It was one of the events he couldn't stand. An event in HIS honor. Thrown by his FATHER. He would be the center of most the event. He couldn't leave. He would have to seem pleasant, joyful, irritated, and excited even.

Driver Kim opened the door and ushered the corporate heir out.

An immediate uproar of people trying to get his attention. The instant flicker of a ridiculous amount of camera flashes. Vultures. He straightened his tie, tugged on his suit jacket, and put on a smile. Not a dazzling movie star smile. Not a smile that made women weak at the knees. The smile of a handsome business man that new exactly how to work a crowd without looking like an arrogant prick. Taking his first steps forward he accepted the fact that he was here, and he was doing this. Jumin Han. The man of the hour had arrived despite the fact he hoped he wouldn't have.

Dread. That's all the corporate heir felt when he entered the double doors to the dance hall. A beautiful fountain was the center piece of the dance hall floor. The sounds of a loud, roaring waterfall and yet it was oddly calming to him. Perhaps because it was taking his focus away from the rest of the hall. Jumin's eyes darted around the large room.

The room was somewhat dim. Extravagant tapestries, gold, red and black hung from the ceilings. Some solid colored and some with swirling patterns and design. Some hanging just for decor and others forming curtains around private booth areas.

Damn it. That held an unholy precedent to Jumin.

Ignore it. Greet your father. Shake some hands. Find your friends.

Jumin Han was trying to throw out every preconceived notion he had about this party. The notion that his father invited very elite business men that also dealt in very shady business. The notion that no women were at this party because most of these men were married, with families, and wouldn't want any kind of scandals appearing in the media. The notion that the press was withheld from being inside because this party and what was to unfold was secret confidential. The notion that his father had hired entertainers, yes. But that they were also most likely, whores ladies of the night.

"MISTAH TRUST FUND KID!" It was a miracle. That obnoxious screaming released some of the tension in his body. Following the noise, he spots three very familiar faces. His extremely composed mint haired childhood friend, Jihyun/V. The energetic and socially fearless red headed menace, Luciel/Saeyoung. The awkward but bright eyed blonde innocent, Yoosung. The trio made up his closest friends. Minus one Zen. Handsome arrogant musical actor who could not attend this shindig due to a rehearsal. Also Minus one Jaehee Kang because well, no girls allowed.

The guest of honor waved toward the three men, and then lifted his index finger up at them in a "one moment" motion. He walked over to where he spotted his father. He greeted his father very briefly, gave thanks, and made his getaway. He didn't want to linger because the less he knew about what his father had planned, the better.

United with his friends in their VIP booth. It was the biggest booth in the joint and was placed at the head of the room. It was leveled up above the rest of the room and a small stage was placed in front of it. A staircase lined with lights leading up to the base of its platform. Tacky.

The party started with a lull. Stuffy old business men chatting, discussing business, and intermingling. But that wasn't any concern to Jumin. He was sat in his private booth with his friends laughing and discussing what has been going on in each other's lives. He was the guest of honor but that didn't mean he had to entertain the other guests. Then the tapping on a microphone rang throughout the room. Chairman Han was at the mic, beaming with pride.

Jumin's father spoke of his son like he was the proudest father in the world. He sang praise of his son's intelligence, talent, eye for business and of course his good looks. Genetics. Then he announced why we were celebrating. Chairman Han's son, THE Jumin Han, had just closed the biggest business deal in C&R history. Nothing had ever benefited the company as much as the business Jumin had drummed up. It was the smartest move in company history, maybe even all of history, and this young hot shot was the center of it.

The dance hall erupted with applause and Jumin stood up to take a humble bow and wave out to the crowd. He wasn't in the mood to make a speech and he could tell his father was itching to move on to something else.

The lights in the hall dimmed rapidly and a hush fell over the sea of rich older men. Most found the way to their private booths or off to the sides of the dance hall, leaving plenty of open room.

Then a scuffling noise.

A tapping.

Heels. High heels.

Chandeliers illuminated with bright light revealing about 20 of the fakest most beautiful women money could buy. Drums started a jazzy number and then an explosion of brass filled the hall. The women decked out in sequence leotards with long trails of feathers and boas attached at their lower backs. Some had extravagant head pieces, and others had their hair done in the most intricate styles. All their lips were a dark ruby red and their eyelashes were so long they could dust off the tables. Sheer tights made their legs look smooth and they were covered in small jewels. Their heels seemed too tall for dancing and seemed like a very irresponsible choice.

But certainly Jumin was the only one thinking these thoughts.

As the women danced and made their way to the different perverts patrons in the room, the lights again started to dim and something got the boys attention in their booth.

The back curtain had opened to their booth and someone was making their way through the pillows and blankets set up in the back, towards the table where the four RFA members were seated.

Yoosung and Luciel hadn't noticed. They were too busy making inappropriate jokes and blushing when any of the ladies even glanced their way.

Jumin was actively avoiding making eye contact with any of the performers by staring into his wineglass. These women were hired by his father to be groped and fawned over and they were possibly going to end up doing a lot more under these dirty geezers and Jumin wanted no part of it.

Jihyun alerted the others of the stranger in their booth with a clearing of his throat. When they looked over our two flustered school boys let out a couple of loud gulps, which in turn made V chuckle.

Standing at the end of their table was a woman. A woman that was dressed differently than the others. Her Leotard was solid gold and unlike the others, it had sleeves. Long sleeves that started at the bottom of her shoulders and clung tightly down to her wrists. Lace. Her stockings were fishnet and her lipstick was a bright apple red. Her legs were incredibly long and you could tell just by looking at her that she was much taller than the others. On her feet were short tan colored dance heels. Very sensible.

"Excuse me, gentlemen." She beamed this radiant innocence but was so confident in the way she spoke to them. "Do you mind if I take over your spot for a moment?" The woman questioned them and then held out a hand. She was met with a silent glare from Jumin. He was caught up in analyzing the woman before him. Her skin. She wasn't wearing a caked on mess of foundation. She was pale and he could make out the freckles beneath her eyes. Speaking of her eyes, holy shit they were enchanting. Big, bright and the deepest pools of blue he had ever seen. Her hair, well, it wasn't her hair. Jumin was an expert at spotting fake. But this wasn't the kind of superficial fake he normally looked for. She was wearing a wig. A black bob with straight bangs that rested just below her jaw. The corporate heir couldn't make out much more because the woman turned her face away. Not because she was embarrassed, she was avoiding him. Did she not want to be looked at so closely?

No one had responded to her and the air had gotten awkward. The music and dancing were still going on outside of their booth and her request seemed a little time sensitive so V took her hand. Instead of taking a seat at their table like they had all assumed she used V's hand to help boost herself onto the table.

A spotlight. The chandeliers dimming. The other dancers filing in to sit on the steps of the stage in front of the RFA booth. The woman started singing. Her voice. It was perfect for Jazz. It was smooth and had this beautiful deep tone to it. It was like you could hear her soul through her voice. The boys wanted to watch her perform but all four couldn't determine an appropriate place to fix their eyes while she was standing directly above them.

Her song started slow. The words. She was singing about something a woman after men with money would certainly sing. Jumin wasn't totally focused on her words but he heard something to the effects of "diamonds" and "a girls best friend."

Just as he was losing interest another explosion of brass. The woman had jumped from the table and three other women had caught her. Now the song was lively and she was making her way throughout the hall grabbing everyone's attention. V was enjoying how catchy the song was and how she was commanding the number. Yoosung was excited by all the confetti and color that was bursting through the hall and still a bit flustered by all the ladies popping out of their tops. Luciel had joined in on the dancing. He was no longer sitting and was trying to find a way to actively participate in the number with the girls. Let's be honest, he probably had a matching outfit.

Jumin however had his sights fixed on the mystery woman that had emerged from the back of their booth moments ago. He watched her not as some pervy beast looking at his next prey, but as a business man watching a business woman. Everything she did was very calculated. All the other girls were running up to men, flirting with them, touching them, BEING touched by them, but not her. She would get close but she would never make contact. She demanded attention and she got it. She was like the prize to be won, and everyone was losing. He noticed that she knew exactly who to play to. She was courting all the top execs and most importantly she was sending her winks and her air kisses to the top dog, Chairman Han. Jumin felt his stomach turn. How vile. She was just like every other gold digging woman, and maybe even worse, he thought. Then he noticed something. There was a look in her eyes each time she turned away from the men. He couldn't place it but it almost looked like...disgust. He couldn't be sure but he even swore one time she rolled her eyes. Jumin watched on and his initial opinion of the woman continued to gradually change.

This woman was smart. She knew who to give attention to but she also knew who she was there for. Jumin Han was the man of the hour and she was the main entertainment. She had made her way back up the steps of the small stage where the corporate heirs booth was. There was a break in lyrics so this part of the performance was just dance heavy and she took the opportunity.

The woman again extended her hand out to Jihyun who took this turn to kiss the back of her hand. He was playing into the performance. She carefully walked her way past him and sat herself between the blonde and the redhead. Jumin couldn't focus on what they were saying. All he could hear was the loud jazz music and muffled voices. He was surprised however at what he was witnessing.

They weren't being touchy feely, she wasn't seducing them, and she wasn't getting too close for comfort. They were laughing. Cackling even. She wasn't treating them like clients, she was treating them like friends.

That's when he felt it. Jumin tensed up. He felt the icy stare of his father. He looked over to see the chairman with his arms crossed and his eyes shooting piercing daggers at his son. Disappointment. Jumin knew what his dad wanted him to do. He probably spent a fortune on this entertainment and he picked a woman specifically for him. This woman. And he didn't pick her to perform a comedy routine for his sons friends. But there sat his son. Not only was he not seducing her, but he was actively avoiding her. Jumin started to feel nervous. He knew his father wasn't happy and this had happened before. There would be consequences for him or worse, his father might take the woman instead.

Jumin began to panic internally and decided he had to act but before he had time to think up a plan he felt a hand sliding up his thigh. The woman had left her place between his friends and had sent them out to the floor to dance and joke around with the three woman that had caught her after she jumped down from the table. He looked up at her and she lifted a finger to his lips, then she pointed to her cheek. There he saw a mic, and realized that she had turned it back on to continue performing. Leaning in closer he saw her lips moving but heard her voice through the sound system.

"Talk to me Jumin Han and tell me all about it."

She turned and addressed the crowd while untying the front curtains to the private booth.

"Sorry, Boys! It's time for my break and its ladies choice, but absolutely feel free to indulge in my many lovely friends!"

She closed the curtains tight and turn towards the table.

Oh boy. Jumin was ready. But not for what she was expecting. He was ready to tell this woman that her services were not necessary and that if she was expecting to gain some kind of commission from him he would gladly compensate her just in order to get her to leave him be. But he didn't get the chance.

"Hello, Mr. Elite Business Man. Don't worry. I'm not here to jump your bones." The woman let out a soft chuckle. Melodic. "I just figured you couldn't bare that mans demonic peepers piercing through your soul any longer." Her chuckle grew to a laugh and Jumin was utterly confused.

"I'm talking about your father. He sure does want to see you in all your glory that is manhood in the presence of a lady now doesn't he? I don't think I've ever seen someone that hungry to get somebody else lucky in the bedroom."

"I suppose he's worried about the rumors that arise about my sexual orientation. Or perhaps he's worried I'll end up alone. Won't be able to provide an heir to the family or the company. But you're right, I wasn't thrilled by his glare." Jumin poured more wine into his glass.

"Hmmm. Well, I'll tell you what. How about we sit here for a while, I'll tousle your hair a bit, loosen your tie, and we can both move on from this night. Back to our normal day to day."

The woman had walked to the back of the booth and lifted on of the large cushions. She pulled out what looked like a piece of gold cloth but she stepped into it and pulled it up to underneath her armpits, turning her leotard into a tasteful cocktail dress that hugged her body perfectly.

Jumin was shook. Here he was alone with a woman that had been hired for the soul purpose to seduce him and she was intentionally not doing that exact act. "You mean, you're not going to do the job you were hired to do?"

Again the woman chuckled. A smirk creeped onto her lips. "Would you prefer that I did?" She watched the raven haired man go wide-eyed. "Oh settle down. I'll have you know that I actually wasn't hired for the job that you're implying. Well I guess technically I was but, I have an agreement with my employer."

Was she going to talk business? Because Jumin was into it could get into it.

"I know what you think of myself and what you think of those girls out there. And in some cases your opinions are valid. But in others they are way off caliber. Only a handful of those girls go home with those pompous greasy men. And they do so by choice. Our employer doesn't force any action like that."

"And are you apart of that handful that goes home with arrogant and showy business men?"

"If I was, I'd be pretty stupid to not currently be bedding one Jumin Han, now wouldn't I?"

Jumin almost dropped his wine glass, a blush creeping across his cheeks. He recomposed himself. "Actually I was wondering about that. You seem to have had no problem flirting with the men here, and even making physical contact with my friends, but you actively avoided me until you realized my father was watching the both of us. Why is that?"

The woman lightly traced a pattern on the table with her index finger, unsure of how to respond. Jumin assumed she was shy. Maybe she had a crush on him. Maybe it caused her to be shy and that was the cause of her avoidance. He expected her to be meek and timid but when she spoke up to respond you wouldn't have thought someone could be so confident.

"Because I'm not an idiot. I know that I am put out there like the grand prize. I know that when I perform at these parties I am supposed to dote, swoon and fawn over the men that are doing the same to me. I'm supposed to jump into every rich mans arms and beg them to take me but first I'm supposed to act like they need to work hard for it. But it's an act. I can't stand it. It makes me sick. But it's how I make a living. And the money? Well it's almost comparable to the sum you make mister trust fund kid."

Damn it, Luciel.

"I'm paying my bills. By putting on an act. And that's exactly what it is. An act. I don't need any man, let alone a man who thinks he's deserving of whatever he wants just because he's financially well off, telling me how to live my life. So if you have a lecture for me, you can save it. And to finish answering your question as to why I avoided you. Again. I'm not an idiot. I can tell when someone is uncomfortable. I've never seen someone work so hard to avoid staring at a woman's chest. Especially when it's a group of ladies dressed like these."

A chuckle made it's way to Jumin's throat. Barely.

"I see. You're a very interesting woman."

"I'd better be. Money and looks can only go so far. That goes for both men and women."

She winks at Jumin and they both share a smile.

"Listen, I do have a favor to ask of you." The woman starts to reach into the breast of her leotard, and again she sees the man's eyes shoot wide open. "Okay, okay, easy. I'm just grabbing this." She pulls out a folded piece of paper and lays it in front of him.

"As you can tell, I am sort of the top dog amongst the ladies and my employer is very aware of that fact. Now I told you my employer never forces us to do things we don't want to do. And they don't. However with me, that causes a problem. I bring in a lot of business. And it's all on the circumstances that I am considered forbidden fruit."

Jumin crossed his arms on the table and his right eyebrow arched. Intrigue.

"I don't sleep with clients. I don't even give clients more than a kiss on the cheek. But they all think I do way more. That's how I've been marketed."

Marketed. From a business stand point Jumin was understanding, from a human being stand point, he was disgusted.

"I don't know when it happened, but clients started requesting me often. My employer would turn them away. However, it was becoming a problem for business. They were angry. Why wasn't I available and how dare we deny them service. My boss couldn't just flat out say I don't service clients that way, and that I am just strictly a performer. The stage is where I work my 9-5, not the bedroom. So we came up with an idea. Or really, I did. It would become a game. We'll let them think that I sleep with clients, but only clients that pay their dues. It's almost like a point system."

The woman began to explain to Jumin and he felt conflicted at the emotions that so quickly changed throughout her speaking. She was beaming and so bright, her eyes sparkled with pride when she was explaining how her plan had worked and profits expanded tenfold. How she made it so that other girls could work less hours and focus on other jobs they had or school work. How they didn't have to do as many demeaning things due to her strategy she had put into place. But at the same time she looked disgusted at the fact she was even accommodating these elitist pigs. Both Men and Women, Jumin learned.

"So basically we tell them that I only take on clients that frequent however often, or pay so much, or this or that. And then when they reach all the requirements they can have me. But that day never comes."

Jumin sat silently, only for a second before he was already dissecting the flaws in her business plan. "Hmmm. I see. But don't the men get suspicious when no one ever gets taken by you. Or the fact that you are always on stage and never in a back room or wherever it is you take clients at these places."

Oh Jumin. Innocent to the shady business of your father and the business world around you. Protect him someone, please.

"It seems like you would only be able to keep up this charade for a short period of time."

"Ah, Mr. Han. I shouldn't have suspected anything less from the greatest business man this area has ever seen."

She smiled at him, and it wasn't flirtatious. It showed admiration for the man who was listening to her. The woman who was normally seen as nothing but an upper-class whore for stuffy old men that used literal money to wipe their own asses. He was listening to her and dissecting her line of work in what appeared to be an attempt to help improv it.

"That's why we have decoy's. A select few men AND women who have signed confidentiality agreements. They act as the patrons who have met the requirements to be seen as my clients. They even give other clients "tips and hints" on how they met the standards. I spend time with them off stage. However, we're really just working on our own things, practicing new numbers, or playing poker behind closed doors."

"And it's been working?" The man seemed skeptical.

"It has been for a period of 7 months so far." Outside of the curtains of the private booth they heard the music winding down and the woman knew that there wasn't much time left before her and the chair were expected to resurface.

She grabbed the piece of paper she had previously slipped on the table.

"Listen, that's where this comes into play. Obviously everyone out there including your father can guess what should be happening in here right now. So my reputation for business as well as expectations from your father are on the line. You're Jumin Han so there's no using a decoy here. I've made a deal with my employer. If I get you to sign a confidentiality agreement I'm free and in the clear. If not, well that's something that isn't your problem and it's not something I will concern you with."

Tik-tok. Time wasn't slowing down and she knew that her employer would soon be there to collect and the rest of the guests and the ladies were probably getting antsy for her to close out the night.

Jumin opened the piece of folded paper and read it over. He began to sign and he let out a hardy chuckle. He must be crazy signing something like this.

"You seem like a woman well versed in business. Why would you hand me such a contract and think that it would be enough to cover all your bases in this matter?"

"Well I had another draft but I thought it was too lengthy for this matter. Plus, Jumin Han, after watching you avoid women like the plague out of principal and purity of heart...I trust you."

Jumin finished signing the document and the woman stood up.

"Well it's time for me to address those barbarians. And I'm sure your friends are anxious to get back to you."

Just like she promised, she walked toward the corporate heir, tousled his hair, loosened his tie, and took his hand. She stood the man up and pulled open the curtain to the booth. They emerged hand and hand to address the crowd. Jumin looking disheveled and very pleased.

"Gentlemen! It is time for us to lay this party to rest. Beauty sleep is extremely important to us, ya know." She winked at the crowd. "We're off but our door is always open. Come and visit us anytime and if you happened to make a love connection with one of the ladies tonight all I ask is you hold the doors open for her, treat her like a princess and make sure she gets home safe. We are the Star Crossed Entertainers and tonight we sparkle just for you! Thank you!"

Another burst of confetti fills the room and the men erupt with whistling and applause. The woman lets go of Jumin's hand and begins to make her exit when He reaches out and grabs her wrist.

"Wait, what's your name?"

"Ana."

"How old are you?"

"23."

"Aren't you forgetting the fine print of your own contract?" Jumin drops her wrist and puts his hand out toward her. His hand balled into a fist with his pinky extended. He looks at her face. Her big blue eyes and red lips. The short hair he knew wasn't hers but was very suiting for the occasion and matched well with her outfit. He hadn't noticed while they were sitting but she was eye level to him. He assumed she was tall but they were equal in height. She was something else. She smiled at him and a slender pinky wrapped around his.

"I almost did. Thank you" She let the man's pinky go and leaned in close, softly kissing his cheek. "Hey Mr. Elite Business Man, thanks for not trying to put it in me." She winked and poked her tongue out at the now crimson cheeked handsome C&R director and then she was off. Lost in a see of women and confetti.

Shit. She was a firecracker and Jumin dug it.

Shortly after two burly looking men approached Jumin with a very large curvy woman in tow. Her face was painted for the back row and underneath it all you could tell she wasn't aging gracefully.

"Mr. Han, please forgive the intrusion but I believe you have a signed document for me?"

"Ah yes, one moment.”

Jumin handed the stocky woman the paper he had just signed and watched her read it over.

The woman rolled her eyes and laughed. She folded the paper up and handed it back to Jumin.

"That girl will be the death of me. You know she turned my hair this fabulous silver color don't you?"

"I don't understand, don't you need this document as proof of well..."

"That silly thing won't do me any good. But I trust that you will keep the events of tonight confidential Mr. Han. I am very close with your father. I'll definitely be having a word with Miss "Look at how cute and clever I think I a" when she comes into work tomorrow, but we have no further business here."

"Oh actually ma'am, do you happen to have the contact information for Ana?"

The woman looked puzzled. "Ana? I'm afraid I don't have any girls named Ana."

She turned and left with her brute force in tow, leaving Jumin alone in disbelief.

He looked down at the piece of paper he had signed just a few moments earlier. Under his signature was the fine print that read "This contract isn't valid until both parties engage in a pinky swear." And above was the whole of what he was agreeing to when he signed. "I Mistah Trust Fund Kid am sworn to absolute secrecy." In beautiful script writing.

Jumin folded that paper and put it in his pocket. He will begin looking for her tomorrow. It wouldn't be easy since she was obviously someone who purposely tries to hide her identity. Maybe Zen would know. He opened his phone ready to send a text as his three friends that attended the party began to rush over to the steps in front of the booth where he stood. He put his phone back.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow he will search for the woman, no, the first and only human to impress him by completing a job by NOT doing the job that they were hired to do.

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