#AND OKAY THIS SOOONNNGGG

[mrs-han]

Happy early birthday! Can you do the fake dating trope? For Jumin, definitely🥰

✨✨SISSI!!!✨✨

OUU, I LOVE THIS TROPE. I was too shy to write it cuz there are so many BRILLIANT renditions, but I’ll try!!

(I’m totally still working on your first ask, too >w<)

“Your mother is coming to visit?

Furiously rubbing his temples, Jumin grunted an affirmation. You had never seen him in such a state; it was very… un-Jumin-like of him to show an ounce of anxiety.

“She sent this. You can read it, if you like.” Sliding a thick paper your way, you pushed your hair back and started reading.

Jumin couldn’t help but smirk at your expressions — how they went from curious, to skeptical, to horrified.

“Jumin, she… she’s terminally ill…?”

“… It seems so.”

The nonchalant tone in his voice sparked something in you. Forcing the letter down, you pressed both palms against his mahogany desk. “How could you be so uncaring? This is your mother, not some stranger from off the street, Jumin.”

Jumin stared at you. Something inexplainable in his eyes — a flash of unknown darkness — made you stand down.

“Is it so important to you that I meet with her?” Jumin asked, drumming his fingers anxiously against the letter.

“… Well…” you clasped his hand, stilling his jittery movements. “As your friend? Yes. You do for family.”

His long lashes covered the conflicting look in his eyes. “All right. I’ll do it.”

You moved to release his hand, surprised he allowed you to hold onto him for this long. But you remembered something — something you had skimmed over previously. Snatching the letter, you began to read it again.

“No, I’m not engaged to anyone from the Christopher family.”

“… Okay, how did you know I was looking for that.”

“You are incredibly easy to read,” Jumin sighed. “Your eyes speak before your mouth moves.”

“… Nu-uh,” you murmured under your breath.

Pressing his tense back against the chair, Jumin closed his eyes. “I had forgotten who that family was until today. I certainly didn’t know I was engaged to any of them.”

Your eyes grew. “Did your mother arrange it when you were little?”

“She did so many things,” Jumin replied, his voice an octave above a whisper. “I originally had plans to get out of meeting with her, but.” His intense gaze in your direction nearly made you blush.

“Oh, come on. How bad could it be, Jumin?”

“You don’t know my mother the way I do.” Long fingers began fiddling with his tie pin. “Do you remember, when we met, you expressed that I was a hard-ass, or a tough, demanding, and uncompromising person according to Merriam-Webster’s Dictionary?”

“… Yeah?”

“She is 1⁄1,000,000 times worse.”

Your eyes darted.

“She is worse.” Despite the situation, Jumin couldn’t help but notice how often he was grinning.

Specifically in your direction.

“Yikes,” you whistled, resting your chin in your hand.

Silence lingered… until you slammed your hand against the desk. “I have an idea.”

Eyes glancing from the table to your hand, Jumin suppressed another laugh upon noticing you were barely holding in your discomfort. “Yes, well?”

“Stay with me, here. What if I pretended to be your fiancée? That way, your mom won’t pressure you into marrying that Christopher chick!”

Jumin’s head rose slowly, steel-gray eyes trained on you the entire time. His face was illegible… it always was. Your nerves kicked in, but you proceeded confidently.

“There’s no harm in it! I’ll dress up, drape myself over your arm, make a nice show of it, and that’ll be —”

“No.”

You deflated. “… But I wasn’t done.”

“No.” Standing quickly, Jumin stepped down from his desk and moved to fetch a hidden bottle of whiskey.

Your cheeks flushed and your heart hammered recklessly in your chest — had Jumin just rejected you? Granted, the situation was a hypothetical one, but still…

Your feet remained planted on the floor; you felt ashamed to move, wanting the tile to open up and eat you alive. You inhaled “I mean, I know I’m not heiress material, but… I was just trying to help, I guess.”

Jumin set his glass down. “Wait, that’s not what I meant at all.” Nearly tripping over his loafers, Jumin rushed to your side, gripping your chin “Listen to me. My mother is a ruthless woman. Very cruel. She will go out of her way to insult you, even if all that is left of you is a coffin in the ground. I can’t expose such a person to you.”

You took a deep, calming breath. So that’s what it was. “Jumin, I’m grown. Besides, you’ll be with me, so it’s not like I’m gonna be left alone with her!”

Fingers pressing into your cheeks a little too much, Jumin’s eyes searched yours. “Why would you do this for me?”

With puckered lips, you answered as best you could. “Cu-th yerr mah fwen.”

Releasing you, Jumin dug for his handkerchief and blotted the spit on your lip. “That’s right. We are friends, aren’t we.”

“And since I consider the RFA to be family, you’re family too! And you do for family!”

Jumin raised his brows, unenthused. “… Great. Then. I’ll have clothes sent to your apartment for you to try. Feel free to express your opinions freely to me tonight, as I’ll be picking you up for a session on tea.”

“Oh, because your family loves brewing tea, right?”

“Correct. How comfortable do you feel in stilettos?”

“… Uh…”

“No harm in trying them, then.” As Jumin tapped delivery instructions onto his keypad at a furious pace, you reached for a chocolate candy from a tiny bowl on his desk, unwrapped it, and popped it into your mouth.

You did not expect for Jumin to grab your hand with a touch more tender than the cut of beef you ate the night of the party. “Mm — Jumin!?”

He lowered his head, warm lips pressing a kiss onto the back of your hand. You were in too much shock to register that he had placed another kiss on your knuckles.

You were still in a state of shock, the chocolate dangling on your tongue as Jumin leaned in, his chest barely touching your own as he swept your hair back with deft fingers.

The same lips that that had kissed your hand were now pressed against your ear; Jumin exhaled, the very sound frightening and exciting you. “Then. I’ll see you later, my dear.”

You had no time to react; Jumin pulled away just as quickly as he had moved in, throwing his jacket on and leaving the office.

You shoved more chocolates into your mouth and prepped yourself to follow suit. If this was what it was like being engaged to Jumin, then… well… there was no harm in liking it a little.

OKIE, imma have to break this down into parts cuz the idea I have is pretty substantial. I don’t want Tumblr to yell at me like HRRBLRR, LIMIT REACHED.

Hope you liked dis first part!! and omg I swear I will continue writing this. I suck at writing parts, but imma DO DIS.