#han jumin x reader

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＃ MYSTIC MESSENGER !! ♡ — YOU'RE A MASTERPIECE: PAINTING ON HIS SKIN (JUMIN X READER).

#. synopsis! — jumin let's you use his skin as a canvas for your artwork .

#. characters! —jumin .

#. warnings! — none .

#. word count! — 1.7k .

#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw) @yyolkchi (reblog/spam) .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

Jumin looks at you over the rim of his wine glass, the purple-red liquid inside sloshing a bit as he adjusts his wrist and sets his gaze on your own. His dark irises almost feel intimidating in the moment, but the quirk of his brows gives way to a curious undertone.

"Too weird?" You question, backing off a bit just in case.

If Jumin doesn't fancy becoming a human canvas for your artwork, that's completely and totally okay, and it's his choice to make, of course. Still, you'd really like it if he could say yes. . .

"A bit strange," he acknowledges, "but I see the appeal."

He adjusts his wrist again, bringing the glass to his lips. Jumin takes a slow sip of wine as you process his reply.

"You. . . You do?" Comes your slightly confused response.

Jumin has never particularly struck you as someone who would enjoy more outlandish art forms. Of course, with a photographer as a best friend, he's long been accustomed to some displays of artistic prowess; but you imagine painting on someone's skin and taking pictures of a sunset are two completely different things that evoke entirely different responses.

"Yes," he nods, "you've mentioned before on a few occasions that seeing open space as an artist often fills you with inspiration. I imagine that, although I'm a living person, my skin may not seem so different to canvas or paper. . . Just an open space to take advantage of."

Albeit very literal in his analysis, Jumin roughly hits the nail on the head. His bare skin does inspire you, very much so. It fills you with ideas and inspiration, and to actually have the opportunity to paint on him would be a dream come true. You're almost bristling with excitement before he confirms or denies his participation in the matter.

"Do you have any ideas for the piece?" Jumin asks.

"Ah, well, —roughly," you nod. "The design will depend mostly on what body part you lend me for a while. But, I'd like to do something floral, if that's alright with you."

"I'm a businessman, not a painter," Jumin replies, lips curving up at the sides a bit in amusement. "Designs should be left to the artist."

"Alright," you smile, "something floral then."

He appreciates your confidence the second time around.

"Lovely," Jumin comments, placing his glass of wine down on the counter.

He reaches up to loosen his tie, pulls it halfway off, then pauses to look over at you once more. His handsome features stand out in this position, —a few loose strands of hair falling over his forehead, sophisticated aura cracking just a bit to welcome the warmth of your presence, nimble fingers grasping at the material of his necktie. This scene might as well be art itself. . .

"Will an arm suffice?" Jumin asks.

"Perfectly," you nod.

He strips his upper half, and says nothing about the way your eyes rake over him like you've never seen him this way before. Your fingers, lips, and palms have smoothed over the exact skin you're subtly gawking at a million times; but each time feels like the first.

Jumin folds his clothes neatly and sets them aside before following you to your makeshift art studio, —the one he set up for you in a room he'd previously had no use for. Now, it's utilized often, and he thinks it was well worth the time, effort, and money. He loves coming in here, though he hasn't had the chance recently with work piling up so high. Canvases lean against one of the walls, some blank, some with half finished paintings littering the fronts. If it were anyone else, you'd be awkwardly scrambling to explain that "it's really not like that, —painting is a process!" but Jumin, he already knows as much. You don't feel the need to justify your talents to him of all people.

"I enjoy coming in here," he smiles softly.

It makes him feel closer to you, like he's staring into pieces of your soul. Ones that he just isn't privy to in any other way.

"I'm thankful to have it," you reply, "it's given me a space completely to be creative, and I've never really had that before. I'd always been used to painting in my bedroom growing up, and when I lived alone, there were never any extra rooms to turn into a studio like this."

And perhaps the best part of all is that you never even asked for it. Jumin simply did it of his own volition because he saw your passion and wanted nothing more than to be supportive of it. That's why he hangs your art pieces throughout the other rooms as well.

"It was V's idea, technically," Jumin says. "I simply paid for it to be done."

"Well, whatever the case, I'm grateful," you assure him.

He takes a seat on the sofa in the corner of the room, —the one you crash on sometimes when deadlines get tight and you need a quick power nap before getting back into the swing of things. You're sure to place a towel under his arm, not wanting to stain it.

You gather up the needed materials and set off to work. Jumin tells you that he likes the way the brushes feel against his skin, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you can’t help but hope that that leaves room for this to happen again sometime in the future. Maybe you could even have Jihyun come and photograph the final pieces, —maybe present them at one of your galleries in the future. But, you sober yourself enough to realize that you’re getting far too ahead of yourself. After all, this could turn out like hell.

That doesn’t seem particularly likely, though. Paint takes to Jumin’s skin surprisingly well, and when you joke to him that it seems to you that it was always meant to come to this on account of that fact, he gives you a low chuckle in reply. One that makes your fragile little heart skip a beat: just for him.

“It’d be quite the honor for that to be the true meaning of my existence,” he says.

It’s only a half-joke that he responds with. Even after all this time, Jumin has a particular way of crawling under your skin, sending shivers to your core and lighting you up inside.

He watches you work with curious eyes, much unlike the gaze you often see him wear when he’s sitting at a desk littered with paperwork and various contracts. This look of his is much softer, —sweeter, even. He’s not evaluating anything. . . He’s simply admiring.

“Honestly,” you say, “I was surprised you agreed to this so easily. I was kind of prepared to pull out the puppy dog eyes and lay some affection on pretty thick to sweeten the deal.”

“Well, I suppose there’s no need for the puppy dog eyes,” Jumin answers, an amused smile playing on his lips, “but I certainly wouldn’t mind the affection.”

“Noted,” you comment, giggling just a bit, “—but I’ll save that for later. With my luck, I’d lean in to kiss you and these white dittanies would end up looking like globs of nothingness.”

“Later then, but I’ll hold you to that.”

You know he will.

“Still, I think you captured the dittany flowers perfectly. I saw them in person once at a wedding, —the bride’s bouquet had both those and baby’s breath. At the time, I thought it was a strange decision,” he admits, “but looking at them like this. . . I suppose I understand quite well now.”

“They’re commonly associated with passion and love,” you add. “That’s actually why I chose them for this. . . I thought they suited you.”

“I’m not quite sure what standard you’ve used to measure that, but you’re the artist here, and they look lovely. So, in the end, I suppose you were right.”

“Still,” Jumin speaks up again quickly, “—aren’t these plants aphrodisiacs as well?”

“A-Ah,” you stutter, having been caught off guard by the suddenness (and bluntness) of his statement, “could be, yeah. . .”

He has to admit that you look incredibly cute when you’re flustered, the way you stumble over your words and turn your gaze away, pretending to focus intensely on the task at hand. If you were ever to work at his office, he’s certain he’d never get a single thing done ever again.

“Anyway, this should do it,” you say, adding a few final strokes of green to the stems.

Placing the paintbrush into one of the small containers filled with water, you pull away from Jumin’s arm and allow him the freedom of moving it around. You tried to work relatively quickly so as to not make him sit around in a single position for too long, but art is, above all else, a process. And it’s one that often takes a great deal of both time and effort.

Jumin admires your artwork like he’s staring at something priceless.

The best part of it is that, to him, he really is. He feels beyond honored to have this stunning painting of beautifully full, white-hued flowers flowing along the expanse of his forearm. Though you can see innumerous flaws in it now that you’ve stepped back, it’s almost impossible to dislike it when Jumin looks at it like that. . . Like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, simply because you created it.

“I wish. . . That I could keep it here forever,” Jumin whispers, tone achingly sincere.

“Sorry,” you apologize, “but it’s better to leave the permanent stuff to the tattoo artists. Which I certainly am not.”

Though he yearns to keep your piece there on his flesh forever, the logical side of him knows that you’re correct. Even so, he won’t be washing it off for quite a while. At least not before he’s taken fifty and then some pictures, all of which will inevitably end up blurry, before coming to you and asking for your help with it. Maybe he wants to be self-sufficient, even when it comes to areas he’s unfamiliar with (like proper photography skills and otherwise technologically related issues.) Or, maybe he’s just stalling for time, wanting to prolong the inevitable washing of his forearm for as long as he can.

The world may never know.

[haikyuuscreaming]

MORNING THOUGHTS

⌦ a JUMIN HAN x READER

⌦ NOTES: MYSTIC MESSENGER FUCKERS WHERE U AT!!!! this is my first published mm fic and 2day this is just fluff (it was so hard 2 write without mentioning dick) so i hope u guys r happy!!!! please reblog i need the mysme hoes out there 2 know that i am a multifandom bitch

⌦ SYNOPSIS: Jumin Han isn’t a morning person unless you’re there.

➽───────────────❥

Jumin Han cherishes you because there’s not enough money in the world to buy you.

It’s true; no matter how hard anyone tries, even all the plastic surgeons that he could afford for someone and the 7.6 billion people on Earth, there will never be anyone who is even close to replicating you.

You are even better than money, and that’s a lot coming from Jumin Han, the man born with the silver spoon and raised in total luxury. Every part of you is something he prizes and holds dear to him. Your flaws may crack you at times, but you are held together like gold adhering the fragments of broken glass and clay. There’s a word for it, Jumin recalls. Kintsugi. A Japanese word literally translated as gold joinery. It’s when gold is used to repair broken ceramics and pottery, making a beautiful piece out of something once shattered. His family owns a few of those, but they’ve always preferred fine china that was held together and pure from the start.

Jumin recognizes how strong you are. You’ve dealt with the worse in the RFA, and you’ve been on the verge of being kidnapped so many times. There are countless things that should’ve torn you down from just being involved with him and the RFA. But you’re still there, whole and gorgeous. Jumin admires you and your strength. You are perfect to him.

He makes sure to tell you that. Every morning you wake up in his roomy, spacious penthouse, he kisses you tenderly and tells you that you’re the love of his life. Every night, before you go to bed with him, his hand brushes your face delicately and reminds you of that once more. Throughout the day, Jumin’s touch skims over yours for a brief moment, almost daring to linger, and he whispers his warm affections into your ear. He wants to spoil you. It’s what you deserve.

You are the sunshine to Jumin’s rain. Cheesily enough, he truly believes that you brighten up his life. Before you came into the picture, it was always money, ethics and selfishly enough, his own personal gain, for himself. He focused on what could be done for his father’s business. Personal relations were meaningless if it did not bring food to the table- or in Jumin’s case, pay his personal chef. He burns through money like it holds no value, and he seeks out only the most comfortable life possible for him and Elizabeth, though it gets boring at times just buying and buying everything in his sight. If he tells the truth to himself, life lacked the luster it has with you when it was just him doting on his cat. You are the splash of color to his monotonous, stone-cold demeanor.

He’s grateful for the way you stand up for him in the chatrooms, even though he knows he could handle it himself easily. No matter if it’s Zen or Seven calling him a robot, emotionless and unempathetic, you’re always there to justify him. It’s like you know him best, and it irritated him in the beginning because who could understand Jumin Han, the lone wolf who was always the inhuman person in the situation? You were so gentle and encouraging, supportive, the point-blank opposite of him-- how were you even capable of empathizing with him so well? You shouldn’t be. Jumin has built up his stone front so people can’t empathize with him, because he is rich and he is better than them (he hates to say it-- no, wait, no he doesn’t.). But you still broke through. There is light of both awe and bitterness in Jumin because of it, but it turned into love. That’s also what surprises him about you: you let him feel love. And he’s grateful you grant him such an opportunity.

He finds that even the littlest things in life, those of which he’s overlooked before meeting you, are enjoyable. Mundane tasks like brushing his teeth or making the bed are made a little more lively with you around. Jumin wouldn’t long for your cheeriness and pep, much like how you wouldn’t necessarily want his stone-cold front, but he likes it in a way. You complement each other, and for once Jumin thinks it’s refreshing. Even just your presence enables him to loosen up a little bit, and he keeps your brain from wandering in the clouds too much.There is no life Jumin couldn’t imagine without you.

So here Jumin is, at 7 AM on a Saturday morning, arms gently wrapped around your torso and his hands resting on your stomach. His touch is delicate, hands pressed onto your skin with just enough pressure to claim you as his but gentle enough to protect the baby growing inside of it. You’re making him (and Elizabeth the 3rd) pancakes, to which he would usually take care of but you insisted for some reason he could not comprehend. He doesn’t fail to notice how while one of your hands mixes the batter while the other slowly drifts to his hands.

Your hands are soft and cool, and tinier compared to his big ones. You’re so fragile yet held together and composed, and Jumin uses all of his strength to not lock you up and keep you as his forever. His chin rests on yours and his lips press against your head softly. He likes the way you smell: it’s comforting more than any other scent in the world. He even refrains from using your shampoo in the shower because he wants this scent to be yours and yours alone.

“Are you sleepy?” Your voice is warm in the lazy silence of the morning. “You should get dressed. You have work soon.”

“I’m their manager, I can be late.” Jumin hums lowly. He likes this. This is a good morning. “And I get to spend time with my lovely wife.”

“Mmm... and you get to eat pancakes with your lovely wife and cat, too.”

“And my future child.”

“Yep.”

Jumin can feel you smile, and his chin is still resting on your head as he shifts his hand on top of yours. “Your hand fits perfectly in mine.” His voice is a deep, gravelly murmur that comes from the back of his throat the way it does every morning after he wakes up, and Jumin wants nothing more than to go back to sleep with you and hold you in his arms.

He peers over your head and watches you scoop the batter into the pan. You turn around and smile at him, and it’s like Jumin doesn’t need the sun because he has you. And as you stand on the tip of your toes for a kiss while he leans down, you whisper, “I wouldn’t have this any other way.”

[silver-greedling]

My Girls

Jumin Han x Reader (fluffuufufufflfufflfuff (short and fluffy))

Another day, another boring business trip for the chairman of C&R. Once again, he had been dragged out of the country by his tie, taking plane after plane to visit potential and current business partners.

Months had gone by, and he was missing his wife. He experienced what he decided to call "withdrawals", sometimes completely losing himself in the thought of her. Still, his imagination had nothing on being next to her jn reality.

The two called everyday, his wife even waiting by the phone at the same time each day. He called at exactly the same few times every single day, and they both looked forward to the calls. She would tell him about something she ate that day, or how Elizabeth III was getting closer to her and the cat was letting her pet it.

Jumin could barely contain his excitement when the day to travel home came. Jaehee, being the closest person to him, could tell how he acted differently, whereas other employees couldn't tell the difference.

He stayed awake the entire plane ride home, even though it was long and boring. Excitement, a new and overhwelming emotion for him, was coursing through his body. His fingers tapped impatiently on his leg.

He was even the first person off of the plane, once it landed. Of course, since the plane belonged to the company, he ended up landing right on top of his building, only a few floors above where his wife was waiting.

Jaehee knowingly told Jumin that someone would send his stuff to their place later, and that he should head to his wife immediately. He didn't say another word, trying as calmly as possible to hurry back home.

The elevator ride was absolute Hell. He had already gone through the trip and the plane ride, but the elevator was definitely the last straw. As soon as the doors opened, he stepped up to their room, key quickly unlocking the door to let himself in.

It was past midnight when he got inside. He wasn't surprised when he could see her form on the bed, deep in sleep. When he approached, his heart clenched.

His wife laid on her side, beautiful even in rest, and, curled up against her, Elizabeth slept in her own soft beauty. An arm gently curled around the resting feline, who let her own head fall against the arm. The sight was almost enough to give Jumin a heart attack, and he took a picture of them, which turned out surprisingly well.

He changed into more comfortable sleeping clothes, then curled up behind the woman. His arms wrapped around her waist an held her close to him. While he would have loved to kiss her and have her holding him, as well, he didn't dare disturb the pure scene he had found. Instead, he left a little scratch behind Elizabeth's ear, a kiss on his wife's cheek, then let himself drift into sleep, as well.

[daydreaming-away-reality]

Rivals

Jumin Han x Reader | ☁️ | 2k

You looked at your schedule for the day, checking over it once more as you fixed your hair. While everything looked normal, a certain meeting in the afternoon jumped out at you.

“Meeting with C&R?” you read out. “Wait, why I am being sent to meet with C&R?”

Slipping on your heels, you headed towards the elevator to start your day. Sending a quick message to the CEO of the Dreams International, your eyes flittered past the glass walls of the elevator to the sunrise on the horizon that tinted the sky a lovely share of pink.

To: Mother

Why am I being sent to handle the external affairs with C&R?

Just as you stepped out into the lobby of your apartment, your phone chimed to alert you of your mother’s response.

From: Mother

Your father and I are both tending to other meetings. Its just a charity meeting, you’ll be fine spending an hour with Jumin Han. Jang Mi will let you know about the details. 

You sighed, a meeting with Jumin Han. Of course your mother would force you to play nice with other companies, especially when it came to Jumin. Your companies often rivaled in different businesses. While the two of you barely knew each other, it was clear that the two of you always tried to one up each other.

While you didn’t hate the guy, you just felt a strong sense of rivalry between him.

You’d have to ignore those feelings when you were meeting with him though.

Just after you greeted the security guard and was about to call your assistant, Jang Mi, your phone chimed once more.

From: Mother

Love you, sweetie. Work hard today! xx

You smiled, typing back a response before stepping into your car, acknowledging your driver with a nod.

To: Mother

Love you too, mom!

“Good morning, (Y/N),” Jang Mi greeted sitting at her desk outside your office. “I dropped off your breakfast on your desk.”

“Thank you, Jang Mi,” you exclaimed. “I’m so lucky you’re a morning person.”

She laughed, eyes sparkling as she watched you. “Sure I shouldn’t just give you a wake up call in the mornings? You could try to be here before me.”

You smiled. “Nah, I’d hate to make your job harder.”

“I’d have to trade jobs with you for my job to be harder, young heiress (Y/N),” Jang Mi teased. You playfully stuck your tongue out at her. “Go eat before your food gets cold. Busy day ahead of us.”

“Will do! Remember to eat too! Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.”

You headed into the office once Jang Mi nodded. A fond smile rested on your face as you glanced back at Jang Mi before closing your door. Jang Mi was actually one of your university friends, one who was component enough to help you on your path of success. You two have been close ever since.

Back when you were in high school, your mother, the CEO, secretly hired you to work in the lower offices to understanding the workings of the company she founded. While your future had been set in stone, you still believed that hard work was required to achieve anything. Slowly working your way up through the years, you had met most of the employees and befriended them along the way.

Once you had graduated from university, your father, who was President, revealed your identity by giving you the position of executive director within the company. You were often featured in magazines as one of the friendliest, dedicated and youngest heiress in the country. 

But to maintain that image, you had to work just as hard as everyone else.

Siting down, you opened up your breakfast. With the sky still barely lit, you took a bite of your food and opened up some documents. Plenty to do, never enough time.

A knock on your door made you freeze for a second as you were signing some documents.

“Yes?” you called out, closing the file and setting it aside.

Expecting Jang Mi, you were surprised to find the President offering you a smile as he walked up to your desk.

“How are things going?” he asked, setting a prepared lunch box on your desk. “Not too busy to skip lunch, I hope?”

You smiled, accepting the food. “Busy. I was going to break for lunch in a few. Thanks, dad.”

He fondly watched you open up the box, digging in.

“You have the meeting with C&R soon,” he commented.

You nodded, swallowing. “Yeah. Jang Mi gave me the outlined proposal earlier - I didn’t know you guys wanted to use my plan.”

“You put so much effort into it, it’d be a waste not to your ideas.” He looked out the large window along the side of your office. “You’re the best person for this project. I hope you’ll do your best for us.”

Watching your father, you knew how much your parents trusted you with important tasks. You couldn’t disappoint.

“Of course, I’ll make sure its a success,” you exclaimed.

“You’re the best, sweetie,” you father said, patting your shoulder before heading for the door. “Make sure to finish all your food.”

“I will, thanks again!” you called out.

It wouldn’t be long now.

You stood outside the meeting room, taking a deep breath. Inside waiting was the representative from C&R, Jumin Han. He had arrived early and was now waiting for the meeting which was going to start in three minutes.

Jang Mi was gathering the extra copies of your proposal and there was still time.

You’d have to face the man sooner or later, might as well head in. Steeling your nerves, you pushed open the door and stepped in.

Turns out your time was terrible, because you immediately bumped into someone. Hearing a clatter, you spotted a phone on the ground and frowned.

Leaning down, you picked it up. “I’m so sorry about that...”

Your (E/C) eyes spotted a beautiful looking white cat with blue eyes staring at you through the screen of the phone.

Blinking, you admired the feline for a moment.

“Is that your cat?” you asked, yet to notice who you had run into. “She’s really beautiful.”

There was a pause. “Yes, she is. Thank you.”

Holding it out to the man, you immediately recognized who it was. Having noticed his face from the most successful and handsome men article in the business magazine you flipped through, you knew it couldn’t be anyone else.

Deciding to keep up the light atmosphere until Jang Mi showed up, you smiled.

“What’s her name?”

“Elizabeth the 3rd,” Jumin replied, looking down at his phone screen for a moment. “Not many people appreciate the beauty of Elizabeth. You’re different.”

You awkwardly smiled. “Really? Well, its not hard to see that you take good care of her. Elizabeth‘s fur shines really nicely and she looks very refined.” 

Jumin was about to make follow up comment when he noticed Jaehee and your assistant walk in. Sensing it was time to start the meeting, he took his respective seat.

Thanking Jang Mi and helping her out with setting out the documents, you did a mental review of how you were presenting the information. 

Jang Mi mouthed words of encouragement to you as Jaehee talked to Jumin about something.

You got this, (Y/N), you thought. Let’s do this.

“This project looks promising,” Jumin commented once you finished. “It will give our companies the right image and help fund for those in need.”

“So you’ll agree to working on this project with us?” you asked for confirmation.

Jumin nodded. 

Relieved and happy, you nodded in return with a bright smile. You managed to succeed. 

“Would it be possible for us to get a copy of the different fundraising campaigns you have planned out?” Jaehee asked.

Jang Mi nodded. “Of course! Come with me, I’ll get you a copy now.”

As the assistance left the room, you let out your breath and sat down across from Jumin.

“I hope you are doing well,” you spoke up. “You look like the type to carry the burdens of the world on your shoulders.” 

Jumin’s brow furrowed. Hearing someone looking out for him was foreign. “Oh?”

“You should always look out for yourself before the company. I just think you look a little tense,” you elaborated. “My parents are constantly reminding me, its easy to be carried away with work and forget about everyone else.”

“I see.” Jumin commented. “Your executive director and the daughter of the CEO, am I wrong?” You shook your head. “Then isn’t your position and future secured? You can always find reliable workers to complete the job.”

You shook your head. “I believe in hard work, just because I was born more fortunate than others, doesn’t mean I should work less. I need to prove myself to everyone that I’m competent for my position.”

Jumin blinked, surprised by your words. 

“That’s my personal philosophy though, I hope I didn’t offend you,” you quickly added. 

“Not at all.”

An alert came from Jumin’s phone, startling you both. The dark haired male checked his phone before tucking it away.

“My driver will be a little late,” he said. “Traffic is bad.”

"Would you like to borrow my driver?” you offered. “I’m probably going to be doing overtime again tonight, so you’re welcome to use my ride. Elizabeth is probably waiting for you at home.”

Your kindness filled Jumin with mixed feelings. He was use to seeing women approach his father with intentions of using him... yet here you were, a rival no less, offering him kindness.

The soft light from the window seemed to give you a slight glow. Why did it feel like you could see right through him? It was frightening to Jumin to think there would be someone who could have the ability to shatter him, piece him back to together and still love him for his fragmented self. Would you be what young people called ‘the one’ for him?

He would have to think more about this.

“I’ll take you up on that offer,” he quietly agreed.

“Alright,” you chirped. Pulling out your phone, you dialed your driver’s number and arranged everything. “I’ll let Ms. Kang know she has a ride in a bit too. Please feel free to contact me if you need anything else.”

“I hope I’m not troubling you,” Jumin said.

You looked into his gray eyes and smiled. “Not at all! We’re business partners now, I should be looking out for you.” 

A alert came from your phone this time. Glancing down, a soft sigh slipped from your lips. 

“I should be heading back,” you explained. Getting up, you offered a hand to Jumin. “It was a pleasure meeting you today.”

“Pleasure was all mine,” he replied, shaking your hand.

“I wish I had the opportunity to meet you sooner, company rivalry aside, you seem like a wonderful person. I would enjoy getting to know you more, Mr. Han.  Please take care of yourself and Elizabeth!”

You tossed him a wink before heading to the door.

The encounter with Jumin had been interesting - definitely not what you had initially anticipated. Any rivalry that seemed to exist between the two of you had disappeared the moment you realized his adoration towards his cat. He was someone like you, trying to do their best in their life.

Taking a seat in your office once more, you woke up your laptop. Before you could get started, your phone buzzed.

From: Unknown Contact

Hello (Y/N),

This is Jumin Han. Thank you for the kind reception today. I’d like to get to know you more as well - perhaps we could meet up for coffee some time?

Take care.

Saving the contact, you smiled at his message. A chance to meet Jumin again? That was definitely promising.

To: Jumin Han

That sounds lovely! Let’s see when we’re both available, I’d love to get to know you more! :)

[honey-milk-depresso]

Can i please request some headcanons for jumin, seven and Jaehee when they see their s!o being flirted with (tho they are kinda oblivious). Thank you 💕

THANK YOU- OH MY GOD IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I'VE HAD SOMEONE ASKED FOR MYSTIC MESSENGER- DID YOU SEE THEIR MASQUARADE BALL EVENT????

Mystic Messenger Oblivious s/o being flirted with

Han Jumin

He's already known for being quite possessive of you, so him getting jealous is no surprise.

However, Jumin keeps a very professional front when he sees one of the guests trying their shots at you, and while he trusts that you wouldn't try to betray him... he still feels a bit insecure.

For the most part, you being absolutely oblivious to every one of their attempts chiseled a snort from him, before he decides to step in and greet you politely, smirking discreetly at the flirter when you place a sweet kiss on Jumin's cheek.

If he notices that you, as per usual, don't seem to pick up on the act of the flirter, and become visibly uncomfortable, he'll swoop in and save the day, placing a hand on your shoulder and pulling you slightly back against his chest, firmly greeting this creep with a stiff and slightly forced smile with a dark glint in his eyes, enough to scare off the flirter.

Kiss him at the end of the day to make him feel better. <3

Choi Saeyoung (707)

He visibly gets pouty and whiny, clinging near you more than usual. However, he's more lighthearted than Jumin's possessiveness.

As insecure as he may be about himself, he trusts you more that you'll choose him over that flirter any day, and that he knows you got his back as he got yours.

"S/o~ That guy was flirting with you, ya know? Don't make me jealous!" he jokes, as he smirks at your visible confusion. Heh, you only know when he's flirting with you unlike the other guy, his ego's boost just a tad bit with this fact. Obviously the "Space Station" pick-up lines always work! (Jk jk, I love you Seven, even without the cheesy pick-up lines and puns<33)

On the other hand, is Saeyoung sees you getting visibly uncomfortable with the flirter disrupting your personal space, clearly not buying any of their attempts, you'll find storming through to your way is a rare, serious Saeyoung who grasps your hand gently but firmly, bowing his head politely in contrary to his prominent glare before striding you out of the way, far from them.

"Are you okay?" he would ask worriedly. You smiled, "Of course I am, now that you're here." He smiles back. <3

Kang Jaehee

OOHH JAEHEE PROTECTING S/O HEHEHEHEHE- I'M SIMPINGGGGDHFGFDS

Jaehee doesn't get jealous easily simply because she has a lot of trust in you and doubts you would cheat on her for some random flirter.

Even then, she can be a bit protective over you, and she would visibly frown a little when she sees them trying to flirt with you from across the room. Of course, all their attempts failed, and you still remain polite and professional with the vivacious guest. She smiles reassuringly as she caters to all the other guests.

Unlike the other two men, when Jaehee sees that you get uncomfortable with the flirter, she'll walk over with a stern expression, before holding your hand and looking towards that guest with a firm look on her face. "I'm sorry to intrude, but I couldn't help that see that one of my members were starting to get a bit uneased with your behavior. Please do not make our staff uncomfortable."

She walks away with you, giving one last glare at the flirter before she pulls you two to a secluded area. "S/o? Did they do anything weird to you? Are you okay?" "It's okay Jaehee, I'm fine now. You were really like Zen in those movies where he acted as the knight and shining armor."

She smiles bashfully. "Oh stop..." <3

Reblogs help! ^^

[darling-aries]

Advanced dad jokes

. . . I love it. This was amazing. 10/10. Top quality. 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

Alright girl. I wanna hear your best Jumin Han hcs. Personality I believe that Jumin is a goofball when he lets loose. I refuse to accept that he is alway keeps himself together and level-headed. I wanna see this man let go of his mature composure and ease up completely.

thank you for giving me an excuse to gush about jumin for a minute.

Jumin Han Headcanons

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when he says he always makes the other person do more once they ask for something, he wasn't joking.

do with that what you will.

on the weekends, especially sundays, he loves to roll around with you in bed all day.

he loves that one day where he doesn't have to do anything and he can just rest cuddling you.

he also enjoys the nights elizabeth jumps up to join the two of you in bed while sleeping.

and his heart almost bursts every time he wakes up to your messy bedhead with your arm swung around elizabeth.

every lunch during the weekdays when he doesn't have a meeting, he always calls driver kim to pick you and bring you to enjoy lunch with him.

contrary to popular beliefs, he commits PDA with you all. the. time.

the man who proposed to you in front of a room full of reporters, the rfa, and his family is seen on the cover of magazines at least once a month with you, always holding you close and kissing your neck.

he turns out to be a lot like his father when it comes to love, without the cheating and womanizing.

your humour starts to rub off on him, causing him to come in the chatroom speaking with commoner slang and advanced dad jokes.

though he'll never admit it, he starts some projects because of your liking towards the idea.

you're always at the front of his decisions.

when he comes home from work, you can see him napping on the couch cuddling elizabeth until your dinner arrives.

after that, he'll take a shower.

and one day you asked to join him as a joke.

but he replied saying of course with complete sincerity, starting a new weekly activity for the two of you.

jumin uses every excuse possible to hug you 24/7.

one hour he's cold, the next you're cold and he needs to warm you up.

but the excuses work all the time.

the honeymoon phase never really ends for you two.

his serious demeanor is only kept at work, completely letting lose once he gets home to you.

he never wants to bring you into his work struggles, never stressing you out.

he truly feels every emotion down to his core, and isn't just the cold man the public sees.

the two of you talk about your feelings whenever they become strong, constantly reassuring each other.

as time goes on, he lets his emotions have a little more power over him.

feeling more sympathy for jaehee, he lets her take a christmas break, despite it being the busiest time for c&r.

if he has a picture he's taken that he'd like to frame, he always sends it to v first to unblur it.

his photo skills never improve.

and nor do his driving skills.

he almost drives the two of you off the road.

he's immortal when it comes to car accidents.

they literally can't kill him.

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to the ppl who sent in requests, i'm working on them, sorry they're so late! i had a lot wrote down but i had computer problems and they vanished. that's what i get for keeping shit in my drafts...

once again, i'm so sorry. and please note, headcanons with the rfa and minor trio will take longer to get out, but they will get out. thank you so much for your support <3

19:18 AST - 08/26/21

[celestial-dreamscapes]

Love languages - Mystic Messenger

Word count: 2.0k

Jumin: 

Giving: 

Quality time: Although he does have a lot to do at work, he’s very efficient with his time and usually doesn’t have much to do with documents once he leaves the company building. He’ll spend the rest of his evening with you, and he usually likes to just relax and enjoy the calm between the two of you, but if you have any particular activities in mind he’s willing to do whatever you’d like. For example, an evening picnic in a field and then staying out until it’s dark to do some stargazing, even if he does end up sacrificing an hour or two or sleep, it’s all worth it to him. He’d also take you on business trips to other countries or cities with nice views so you could enjoy the scenery alongside him.

Gifts: He definitely has the means to spoil you, but he always makes sure to take into account what you like. He has a very proper and formal image, but if you’re more into casual and comfortable clothes, he’ll buy those for you instead. He’ll also ask for your thoughts on decorating the house you both live in, so that it suits both your tastes and so that you can both enjoy the place Even with his status having a big effect on the company, he still prioritizes your comfort and happiness above all, so as long as you’re happy, he is too. 

Receiving:

Physical touch: Considering everything he’s willing to give you, he doesn’t ask for much in return. The fact that you’re so willing to accept and love him even after learning everything about his past and his complicated feelings already feels like a lot to him. That being said, Jumin does really love the soft intimacy of cuddling in bed late at night while he reads to you when you have your head resting on his chest, with Elizabeth the 3rd curled up on his other side.

Zen:

Giving:

Gift giving: Zen is by no means affluent, but he tries to get you little trinkets here and there that reminded him of you or that you saw while out on a date. He wants to be able to spoil you, but because of his financial situation he can’t exactly give you everything he’d like to, but he tries to compensate for that by just giving you thoughtful gifts here and there to show that he actually pays attention to your likes and interests. For example, I think he’d buy you some cute little hair accessories or small colourful bracelets on your first date. Or if you were to mention that there’s a book series you’re particularly into and aren’t able to find a copy of the next one, he’d do everything he can to get it for you so you can continue to enjoy your hobby without frustration. 

Physical touch: Despite his ability to talk smoothly and charm people with words, Zen enjoys the simplicity in giving physical affection, and letting his actions do the talking. He’s particularly fond of holding you in his lap and resting his head in the gap between your neck and shoulder and just enjoying the silence that way, though he also really enjoys when you start talking about whatever is on your mind while absentmindedly carding your fingers through his hair. He also enjoys cuddling after going through both of your skincare routines at night, with him sitting up against the headboard and your back leaning against his chest.

Receiving: 

Acts of service: Because of how busy he is with work, he doesn’t do a great job of taking care of himself. Doing little things like buying extra groceries to fill his practically empty fridge really brightens his mood. Cooking something for him every once in a while is also another good example, because despite his strict diet to make sure he stays healthy while also looking good for any role, he can never refuse a meal you’ve gone through all the work of preparing, especially since it was made with him in mind and clearly made with love.

Words of affirmation: Due to his appearance when he was younger, he never received many compliments from his parents (since they were worried he’d become too confident and stray from the path they wanted for him), whether on his appearance or just in general. Though he puts on a front of being extremely confident in his career and appearance, he’s worried no one will truly love and appreciate him for what’s beneath the surface. Complimenting him goes a long way, especially if you’ll watch him rehearse his lines and cheer him up when he’s worried about a certain role not going well or him not getting accepted to play a part. Whether or not you think you’re good with words, the effort you go through just to help him feel better means the world to Zen.

Jaehee:

Giving: 

Acts of service: Despite how overworked she already is, she does her best to show you that she can still balance a relationship and work. Housework is usually done together, but when she has time, she’ll take it upon herself cook food for the two of you if she notices you’re stressed or aren’t feeling up to it. She’ll also make you breakfast in bed if you’re not feeling well, something warm and healthy to help you recover quickly. Despite how willing she is to do all this for you, however, it’s important to make sure she doesn’t overwork herself at home like she is at work.

Physical touch: She likes more subtle ways of showing you her affection in public, like linking arms or pinkies while you’re both out, or adjusting your clothes (like scarves or shirts). Jaehee enjoys being able to be affectionate with you while still being modest in public, so she never goes overboard, like giving mouth kisses where people can see you. Though in the case of you two opening a café together, she becomes more relaxed with it (though still not too much), like giving forehead kisses in the café, but only when there aren’t too many people inside. At home however, she really likes cuddling, especially in the colder weather, and likes cuddling under the blankets with your head on her shoulder while watching TV.

Receiving: 

Quality time: Unlike Jumin, she can’t exactly take time off whenever she feels like it, or toss her workload onto someone else, as she’s his most trusted employee. She tries her best to make room in her busy schedule to spend time with you whether it be spent just talking, cooking together, or watching movies or musicals. However, she appreciates it even more if you go out of your way to clear your schedule so that your free time aligns and you don’t have to stress about school or work while you’re meant to be relaxing with her. If it’s in the route where you open a coffee shop together after she leaves the company, she loves the time you two spend preparing everything for when it opens, and cleaning up afterwards when it’s done. Her aura is much livelier because she gets to do what she loves without stressing constantly, and she gets to do it with the person she loves most.

Yoosung:

Giving: 

Quality time: He enjoys spending time with you both in and out of his apartment. When you’re inside, he likes playing video games together, baking or cooking. Though his cooking could use some work, he does a lot better when he has the motivation of cooking nice meals for you. Yoosung also likes it when you take interest in whatever club he’s recently joined at school, and he’d be happy to let you tag along with him to their club meetings.

Receiving: 

Words of affirmation: With how immature he tends to act in the chat rooms, Yoosung is much more troubled than he lets the rest of the RFA know. The others tend to either minimize his anger and frustration or simply tell him to calm down, which does absolutely nothing for him but make him feel worse. Your presence and comfort are a breath of fresh air for him, and he really wants someone to help him feel that his emotions are valid. Reassuring him that he’s not wrong for wanting to know more about what happened to his cousin, and that getting upset when things are hidden from him is completely reasonable, and already helps Yoosung feel a lot better.

Physical touch: Yoosung is very touchy once he gets comfortable in the relationship, though he tries to hold back in case he comes across as being too clingy. He’s very proud to be in a relationship with you, so he loves holding hands while you’re out so that people know you two are together. He also loves when you touch his hair, as it really helps him relax. Sometimes he’ll ask you to help him dye his roots once his natural colour starts to show again, or for you to help him adjust his hair clips even though he could do it himself, he likes the proximity, even if it doesn’t last for very long.

707/Saeyoung:

Giving:

Gifts: He definitely has enough money to buy you fancy gifts and spoil you, and though he does occasionally, he much prefers to give you things he made himself. It comes rather easily to him, and he usually makes very intricate things even if he claims to have just done it during a short break from work, you really appreciate the thought and effort behind it. Just like the robot cat he made while at the apartment with you, he’ll often make things related to cats or other cute animals.

Receiving:

Physical touch: Considering his job and his abusive childhood along with the amount of time he’s spent alone working for the agency, he hasn’t really gotten much gentle physical touch for most of his life. You’d likely have to take it a bit slow at first, but he quickly gets used to it. Seven really likes full hugs that last for a long time (and he’ll often joke about just never letting you go) and when you give him forehead kisses while laying down together.

Saeran:

Giving:

Acts of service: As shown while staying at the Mint Eye location, Saeran really enjoys doing things for you, like cooking your meals according to what you’ve told him you like. He often feels like he doesn’t do enough for you or that he’s being useless, so his way of compensating for his thoughts is to do what he can to make sure you’re comfortable in your daily life. If he notices you seem tired, he’ll offer to run you a bath or take over doing the dishes that night. While it is very sweet of him, it’s important to make sure he knows he’s very important to you regardless of how useless he may think he is.

Receiving: 

Physical touch: Though he struggles to initiate physical contact on his own, he really appreciates and enjoys when you do it, and while he may be a bit apprehensive at first out of fear of bothering you at first, he quickly relaxes when you hold him. He really likes spooning (him being the little spoon most of the time) and resting his head on your lap while sitting on the couch as you play with his hair.

Words of affirmation: Considering Rika’s “tactic” of making those at Mint Eye feel a sense of comfort and then suddenly causing them fear, he has a lot of issues with becoming fully relaxed and not constantly keeping his guard up, though he is working on it little by little. Consistency with your words in key, because he might deny your compliments and praise of his skills and sweet personality sometimes due to his self doubt. But being persistent with it will help over time and he’ll start to believe your words more and help his self esteem a lot in the long run.

[married-to-google-translater]

yandere jumin with a darling who loves elizabeth more than him?

Yandere Jumin Han

Well, this is really understandable.

Jumin sometimes has to go on really long business trips.

He may be gone a long time.

And during that time you are only alone with Elly.

Ooooooooooooooooh yeaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

Jumin is also the guy who kidnapped you and because of which you can't

To see your family.

See your friends.

Talk to others.

Starting from this relationship.

Owns a thing called "free will".

So no wonder you like Elly more.

The cute cat really hasn't done anything wrong to you.

Don't tell this to Jumin though.

This man is really domineering.

And yes, he can be jealous even of his own cat.

Jumin doesn't understand how human relationships work.

And if you start ignoring him because of the cat, he will take the cat away from you.

Because he can do that.

You should love only him.

You will get the cat back when you know how to be a good kitten.

[omgjumin]

Omg Jumin with fem reader smut prompt #17 please HELP ME RELINQUISH MY THIRST MA'AM

the meeting - han jumin!

summary: you have jumin wrapped around your finger which makes him miss a meeting

tags: thigh riding, pet names (princess, love, baby), praise, manhandling (?), i think that's it

notes: id like to think that jumin has a marriage kink. anytime you call yourself his wife, he just loses his composure. there's only two things in his mind, work and his wife.

"you're going to make me late."

"and?" you stood firm in your beliefs as you followed jumin around the house, watching him get reading for the day. though you knew at one point you have to let him go, but now wasn't the time. "love, i have a meeting in 45 minutes." jumin sighed as your hands found its place around his tie once more. "oh really? what's the meeting for?" you asked as if you weren't begging him to fuck you then and there. "it's a meeting with an important client and if it goes well-" jumin paused, clearing his throat as you pulled him closer by his tie. "if it goes well, then i won't be as stressed in the months following." you hummed a response before wrapping your lips around a patch of skin on his neck. "princess... don't press your luck." jumin warned like you cared. "what? you don't want your precious wife to kiss you goodbye?" jumin gripped onto your hips, quickly flipping you around to lean against the wall. "now you know damn well enough that's not your intention here."

there's this look on your face that jumin has really never seen before. the low-lidded eyes that were filled with lust, eyes that if jumin kept looking into, he would be turned into dust. the small grin that has jumin gripping onto your waist tighter, letting out a curse because you've got him exactly where you wanted him to be.

"fucking brat." jumin swore under his breath. he was puddy in your hands, you knew that and used it to your advantage. though it doesn't surprise him— not one bit. it was often you had him around your finger just like that, so easily. it was so easy to beg him to stay just five more minutes in bed so you could bask in his warmth. five minutes that happened to have jumin's long slender fingers run down your body, into your pajama shorts, to tease at your sensitive clit. the five minutes that turned into 20 minutes as jumin fucked you against the bed. his lips just mere inches away from yours as he panted. "god... you feel so good." loud whimpers of your name fell past his lips as his hips began to stutter. "fuck- im sso close... yea, right there?" with a yelp of his name, your orgasm was ripped from you.

swiftly, jumin placed his knee in-between your thighs, forcing them to spread. "go ahead." with your lack of response, jumin pressed his lower thigh against your cunt. "get off on my thigh since you insist on being a brat." a low whimper only left your lips when you began to roll your hips against his clothed thigh. the friction of his thigh felt so euphoric yet you needed more. you grabbed onto jumin's arms to keep you steady. your cunt, only separated by one thin cloth from his flexed thigh made eager to feel more. jumin only laughed to see you to needy for him. the meeting long forgotten as he watched you struggle against him. you begged for jumin to help you, to use his hands to touch you, to keep your hips moving in a steady pace to reach your release. but he shook his head as if he was mocking your desires.

jumin bounced his thigh underneath you, a silent warning to keep going. "i didn't say you could stop, princess." you knew whining wasn't going to get you anywhere, especially with jumin, yet you did so anyway. "come on baby, you can do it. just like that, good girl." jumin leaned down to whisper, his hot breath tickling right underneath your ear. and just like you knew jumin was puddy in your hands from just a simple "please" from his wife, he knew you lost control just from his voice. a kink of yours he knew from the beginning. it wasn't hard to figure out when you kept begging him to moan more, to let you hear him. and it was especially not hard to figure out when your cunt would squeeze his cock ever so tightly when he whispered praises into your ear. "im so- ng cumming!" you yelped out as your hips faltered, stopping for a split second as you came against his thigh. "do you feel better love?" jumin chuckled as he brought your eyes to meet his before placing a soft kiss onto your lips. embarrassing enough, you nodded your head. beginning to shy away from jumin once you realized he let you use him for your own relief. "now don't shy away from your husband hm?" your eyes locked with his before looking down at his watch then further down to his used thigh. "your meeting!!" you gasped as you pushed jumin away from you. "im already late for that because of someone." burrying your face in your hands, you mumbled a 'sorry' before turning away. "don't apologize, after all, i did enjoy it too but-"

"but?"

jumin softly laughed before pushing stray strands of hair behind your ear. "what do you think your punishment should be?"

[pochipop]

＃MYSTIC MESSENGER !! ♡ — LOVE LANGUAGES (GIVING/RECEIVING).

#. synopsis! — how they love and like to be loved .

#. characters! — jumin, yoosung, jihyun (v), saeran (ray), hyun (zen), saeyoung (707) .

#. warnings! — none .

#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw) @yyolkchi (reblog/spam) .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

𖦹. ━ JUMIN !!

Jumin gives gifts and acts of service. The revolving door of women his father brought in and out of his life profoundly impacted Jumin's view of love. He hardened himself to the idea of it all, closing his emotions off in order to protect himself. Allowing himself to feel, to love and be loved in turn, is a foreign concept to him. However, Jumin is well accustomed to offering physical things as a means of showing appreciation; so giving gifts is a natural part of his immediate range. The same goes for providing acts of service. He's long been seen as the capable businessman, secure in his ability to complete tasks efficiently, so actively doing things for you comes easily to him. Jumin presents you with flowers often, and buys you new jewelry every few weeks. He also indulges you in your hobbies, giving you things to support your endeavors in order to silently cheer you on when words don't come as easily. He offers to help you even when it's clear you don't need it, —just to be sure, and he's on top of every chore and every need you share with him.

Jumin likes to receive quality time & words of affirmation. As a businessman, Jumin knows how precious time is. He's worked against thousands of deadlines by this point in his life, —has set a thousand more in turn, and understands the importance of punctuality and diligence. By no means is his interpersonal relationship standard different in that regard. He feels loved and special when you actively make time for him, because he knows that when someone does that, it's because they care. A lot. Jumin has many insecurities about being in a romantic relationship, worried that he might make one wrong move and watch the foundation crumble. More than anything, he fears being alone. However, those worries can be quenched easily enough by some softly spoken words. Whisper in his ear when he's almost asleep, —pull him in and kiss at the shell of his ear before telling him you're thankful for all the things he's done for you. Shower him in praise every once and a while; let him bask in it. Offering words of affirmation to him will let him know he's doing alright, especially on the days when he feels inadequate as a lover, will go more than a long way. It doesn't take much to soothe him down when it comes from you.

𖦹. ━ YOOSUNG !!

Yoosung gives physical touch. He's far from shy about loving you. In fact, Yoosung is beyond proud to have you by his side. He really feels like he hit the jackpot with you, —admires you as a person as much as he loves you as a partner. He thinks you're the best, sweetest, most capable person in the entire world, and he shows all of that through lots of varying physical means. Whenever the two of you go out together, his hand is sure to slip its way into your own very quickly. Behind closed doors, he's infinitely clingier. Not that he doesn't understand personal space, and he'll be sure to give it to you if you express that you need it, but Yoosung's main and most prominent love language is physical touch, and he'd like to be near you as often as possible. It doesn't have to be overt: something as simple as sitting close together with your knees resting against one another's is something he'll offer to show he loves you. More than anything, he likes to give you hugs, —the kind that feel a little crushing at first until you relax into them. The warm kind that make you feel safe. Yoosung likes to play with your fingers and hair, likes to trail his fingers down your arms when you're resting against him. He'll press kisses wherever he can: your knuckles, the crown of your head, your cheeks, your forehead, —you name it.

Yoosung likes to receive words of affirmation. All things considered, Yoosung is by no means a demanding partner. In fact, he expects very little from you and would never press for something you were unwilling to give. Still, even someone like him, who comes across as very happy-go-lucky and aloof, needs reassurance every once in a while. In reality, he might need it more than most. He might not show it, but insecurity eats him alive at night, keeps him awake. It doesn't have to be gushing praise, —it doesn't even have to be overwhelmingly overt. Just small acknowledgments in tiny increments, like telling him he should rest because he worked hard today or reminding him to eat properly because he needs to take care of himself. Compliments about his appearance are the least needed since Yoosung isn't much concerned with looks of all things, but he does like to be told that he's handsome, and even if being called "cute" isn't favorable from others, he likes it when you say it. When it comes from you, it doesn't feel condescending, and it doesn't feel like you're speaking down to him or downplaying his maturity. It just makes him smile.

𖦹. ━ JIHYUN !!

Jihyun gives quality time + acts of service. Guilt runs deep, and Jihyun has not shed the skin of the man he used to be. He has yet to grow into the new flesh of the person he's always yearned to be. He hesitates to touch or offer words of affirmation, lest he make a mistake. But he feels most confident when you sit alongside him; when you watch him work, sit somewhere in the distance and let him take candid pictures of you that he treasures. That quality time fuels him, gives him hope for a brighter future; one where the stars never fail to shine. He likes to feel your presence, even if only from a distance sometimes. Jihyun also goes out of his way to be kind, not out of obligation, but out of desire. When you smile, he feels the warmth of the sun on his skin, —and he seeks to bathe in it for as long as you'll allow. So, he makes you tea or coffee in the mornings, memorizes all your favorite add-ins and the exact amounts you prefer. He pays close attention to the things you enjoy and will offer to help whenever he gets the opportunity. He would go to the ends of the Earth for you if the need arose, but for now, he hopes this freshly prepared lunch is enough to show his love.

Jihyun likes to receive quality time. Since brushing death, Jihyun has come to realize that life is short. In realizing that, he likes to take your time, even if that seems selfish at points. He wants nothing more than for you to be with him, no matter what either of you are doing. He's happy to sit in a silent room with you as you read or finish up some work. All he wants is to be near you. Sometimes, he thinks it's because he hasn't quite grasped that you really do love him, which is of no fault of your own, and unconditionally at that. He hasn't fully processed that you'll love him even when he's weak, —even when he's down and has no idea how to stand up on his own two feet again. All he really wants is for you to be there through all the seasons of him. Experience the chilliest of winters, the most colorful autumns, the sweltering summers, and be there when the middle ground is found once more in his blissful spring retreats as new flowers blossom in the wake of his pent-up tears. He just wants to know that he can turn your way and find you there, ready and willing to listen or even just sit with him for a while.

𖦹. ━ SAERAN !!

Saeran gives acts of service. It's something he's long grown accustomed to, but this time, they're all of his own free will. Words often fail him, and he clams up when the pressure builds, insisting that there's nothing he wants to say. Be patient with him; give him the time he needs to process things, to accept that he deserves to be loved and to love you. Until then, look for his love in the acts of service he provides. His affection is threaded through the snacks he brings to you when he knows you've been working on something for a while, —it's written in between the lines of the way he makes your dinner plate first and takes it when you're finished to wash the dishes before you can make the move to do so. Saeran's love is muted sometimes, and maybe it's not as loud as he'd like it to be, but he's trying his best one day at a time. Let him take care of the chores he knows you dislike, let him soothe his fears of being unworthy as he asks if you need anything every time he gets up to go to the kitchen. He doesn't yet have another way to tell you how he feels. But know he cares, and he's trying every single day, both for himself and for you.

Saeran likes to receive physical touch + words of affirmation. Though he rarely reacts to either, whether that be positive or negative, he likes it when you put your arms around his neck, pull him in close, and tell him that he's enough. Not in that exact phrasing, of course, as that might be a bit overwhelming to him, but when you thank him for the things he does, he knows what you mean. He appreciates compliments about his intelligence, especially when they don't pertain to his work. Saeran also feels hideous sometimes; both inside and out, so compliments about his physical appearance and general personality go a long way. Especially when you acknowledge that he pays attention to your needs, —those comments let him know that you take his actions into consideration and that you see him, that you see his expressions of love, even if they're quiet. Saeran also yearns for warmth. Share yours with him. Don't be offended by the way he tenses sometimes, or the way his body reacts slowly to physical affection. He likes it, he just isn't used to it yet. But he wants to be. Run your thumb across his knuckles and let him melt into you, let his weary head rest on your shoulder. He needs it.

𖦹. ━ HYUN (ZEN) !!

Hyun gives physical touch + quality time. When he touches you, each one is a way for him to say "I love you" without having to muster up the courage to do so through verbal means. That's the hard part, and he worries that saying it might make it too real for you, —it makes him scared that you might hear it and run. That's just his own insecurity talking, but his perception is his reality. Feel his love through the way his fingertips ghost across your skin, in the way his lips press against your temple. Hyun cares more than he could ever say with words. When it comes to you, he can't act the part. Everything is stripped bare, core exposed when he's with you. In that time, —the time he makes for you amidst memorizing lines and weaving his way through adoring fans, Hyun is quick to realize what means the most to him. He loves his job, loves performing, loves being an actor, but he loves you just as much. The time he spends with you is sacred to him, and he values it. He just hopes you do too. Though he's a busybody, someone who likes to be doing things at all times in order to feel productive, Hyun still cherishes the moments of peace he finds with you, and he'd give anything to make them longer: even infinite.

Hyun likes to receive words of affirmation + physical touch. Though he's accustomed to compliments as someone who works on the stage under bright, white lights, compliments from you about any and everything are just. . . Different. They hold a different weight than all the others, perhaps because you know him so intimately, and when you tell him he's handsome, you mean it in a way that his fans simply can't. You mean it in the way that every part of him is pretty, —even the ones he hates and tries to bury deep inside. You mean it in the way that he's always dreamed someone would. Hyun also likes to be touched as much as he likes touching you; and little things go a long way. Holding his hand, letting him rest in your lap, smoothing your thumb over the side of his palm when you lace your fingers with his. . . He goes crazy for that stuff, watches himself divulge into a lovesick mess when you kiss him and make him feel like he's the only man in the world. All he really wants is to be enough, and when you hold him close, he knows he is.

𖦹. ━ SAEYOUNG (707) !!

Saeyoung gives gifts + acts of service. He often feels that his touch, time, and words are invaluable, and his upbringing influenced those feelings into fruition. Saeyoung often feels inadequate and uses humor to cover the scars that run deeper than any flesh wound ever could. Because of this, he often uses his wealth to purchase items for you, and he uses those gifts to express his affections. It's easier for him to give you a present than it is to work up the courage to pull you in and squeeze you until he's had his fill. He also expresses himself through acts of service, —things like getting your favorite snacks and making sure they're always available for you or offering to help you when he sees that you're the one cleaning up around his place rather than Vanderwood, even when he's preoccupied by something else. He's quick to jump at any opportunity to do something kind for you, and he'd even go to dangerous lengths to do it. Not that it'll be necessary!

Saeyoung likes to receive words of affirmation, physical touch, and quality time. He desires everything he fears would never be enough from him. Though he tries not to show it, it's easy for someone close to him (metaphorically and in proximity) to see when he's beating himself up over something. Offer him comfort: hold him, tell him that it's okay for him to not be perfect all the time. He's allowed to feel things, is allowed to make mistakes, because before being a hacker, before being your lover, —he is human. Sometimes, it seems that he forgets that. Your embrace offers him a sanctuary from the harsh realities of the world. Your words numb the ache that lingers in his soul. If you can, he'd also like it if you'd sit with him while he works. It doesn't have to be close to him, —just being in the same room tells him everything he needs to know. He wants your time, even if he's scared to ask for it directly. He wants to crumble into pieces in your arms every once in a while, just so you can hold him together. Saeyoung is human, after all.

[haikyuuscreaming]

You write for Mystic Messenger?? Oooh! Can we see something where you’re given Jumin head during a video call meeting. Like maybe he has his laptop open on his desk or kitchen table or something but you’re on your knees on the ground or something trying to be sneaky

It was a game for you to distract Jumin as much as you could during his conference call. 

“Yes, the stocks are doing relatively well. The cat food project-” Even with a mouthful of Jumin’s cock, you grin as your fiancé lets out a sharp inhale and one hand grabs at your head, bunching your hair up as he pushes your head deeper along his dick. “...as I said, the cat food project is still up for consideration.. despite Chairman Han-”

Your mouth slides off the tip of his dick with a wet pop and your hands wrap around the shaft of it, pumping generously and although you’re concealed from the conference view, nothing could’ve hid the almost animalistic growl Jumin choked out. 

“Apologies, I have something to do right now. Contact me later.” From beneath the table, you see Jumin shut his laptop. Grinning, you pull away from his dick and his hands grip tighter at your hair as he leans down at you. 

(His eyes are condescending, and it turns you on?) 

“Are you really trying to distract me during a conference?” He exhales, scooting his chair back and bringing you to face level with him. “So ungrateful. I’d already do anything for you and this is how you behave?” 

“You didn’t like me sucking your cock dry?” You scrunch your nose and before you can reach for his dick, his hand catches your wrist. 

“You’re going to have to earn my cock if you’re going to act like this.”

[silver-greedling]

Time

Jumin Han x Reader (based on a visual novel in day 8, and, like always, i diverge from the script....if you want the actual storyline, im not ya girl lmao, also im using the real brands instead of the fake ones)

“Oh my,” Sarah gasped, staring at me where I was sitting on the edge of Jumin’s bed, legs dangling off of the side, “look at that girl, lying through her teeth. What the Hell are you doing in my fiance’s house in the middle of the day?”

Jumin spoke up, “...Who’s whose fiance?”

Sarah faltered for a moment, and I bit back a laugh a her expression. ���Jumin, no need to be shy. I know everything.” She shot a dirty glance my way, and I turned my eyes away from her for a moment. “I’m sure she’s just a hook up.” Her gaze returned to Jumin, and I felt sick at how her eyes looked over him. “I’m not a woman who makes fusses about these things.“

She took a step closer to Jumin, who folded his arms and said nothing. “You work in the big league,” Sarah went on. “I’m sure this is nothing. It’s fine. Marriage is a much more sacred bond than meaningless desire. I’m old enough to know everything.” Jumin’s back was to me, but I felt something change in his intensity, as well as in my mind.

What if...I was just a meaningless fling? Was that what I meant to him? Between myself and the beautiful women who surrounded him daily, why would her pick me?

“Alright, alright,” Sarah sighed. “Don’t look at me like that.”

I shifted uncomfortably on the bed, and the sound caused Jumin to glance over. We locked eyes for a moment, but I couldn’t hold his stare. Instead, I focused on fiddling with my hands, not wanting to look at either of them.

“You’ll feel much better if I show you the photo,” Sarah said. “Now, here! It’s her, right?”

Jumin didn’t say anything, but Sarah kept on. “It’s Elizabeth.”

“Unfortunately,” Jumin spoke up, “it’s not.”

“What?” Sarah’s voice cracked. “Look closer! All cats kind of look alike. White fur and blue eyes! It’s her. What do you mean it’s not her?” She sighed. “Maybe...the photo didn’t come out as well? It might be Elizabeth if you actually see her.” I heard her step closer to Jumin. “Do you want to go see her with me?”

“I must refuse,” Jumin replied.

Sarah huffed, clearly annoyed. “You have no idea how hard it was for me to find a similar looking cat in such a short time! Jumin, are you really going to be this rude?”

Jumin sighed, and I brought my eyes over to them again. He had his arms crossed at Sarah, who clutched the picture tightly. Again, his eyes met mine, but he looked back to Sarah quickly. “I’m afraid I cannot see you off...I will call someone to escort you.”

“You should at least offer you fiance a cup of tea,” Sarah whined.

“That will not happen,” said Jumin. “And I hope we do not have to see each other ever again. I will tell father about what happened today.”

“E-Ever again?” Sarah stuttered. “What?! Are you breaking up with me?”

“Break up?” I heard an amused lilt in Jumin’s tone. “How strange of you to say that when we have never been together. If you thought that exchanging a few words was being together, then you are delusional. In addition, that photo of the cat can easily be found online. You must be very confident of my father’s support to shamelessly walk into my house with such a photo.”

“I...” Sarah glanced at the photo, and I could tell that she was getting very nervous. “I must have been tricked...!”

“Will you please leave?” With a sigh, Jumin shook his head. “I do not wish to further waste my time, as I must find my cat.” He sighed once more. “I will tell father that you brought a fake photo of my cat to win over my affections. If my father has any sense left in him, at all, he will stop talking about the marriage.”

“Wait,” Sarah chimed, “Jumin, don’t try to call off the marriage on your own! Is it because of that woman?” She gave me the dirtiest look yet. “I’m going to tell Mr. Han first! That you have another woman!”

Jumin said nothing in response. His gaze settled on me, and he sent a warm smile, as if to reassure me, or tell me he had it under control.

“What,” the woman spoke, “are you two in love, or something?” My cheeks felt hot, and, once more, I dropped my gaze. “That assistant didn’t mention anything like this!”

“Hey!” I could tell this was directed at me, and I looked up to see she had taken a step in my direction and was now yelling at me. “If you think that you’re going to get a Prada bag by being with him, make sure I don’t catch you! I don’t know where you came from, but rich families have a reputation to keep up! So don’t even think about doing something funny!”

I felt my mouth move without me asking it to. “Sarah, I’m Jumin’s friend. Please, watch what you say.” Jumin smiled at me, and I could have sworn it seemed like he was applauding my bravery at talking to Sarah.

Speaking of Sarah, she now had her arms crossed, still glaring at me, “Friend...? Friend, when you are alone at his house?! And it looks like you spent the night here. And what are those, pancakes?! It’s so obvious!”

“Oh, I forgot to clean the plates, this morning,” Jumin sighed. “I should have called a maid...”

“Are you pretending you can’t see me, now?”

Jumin didn’t respond, so Sarah turned to him fully and stepped in his direction. “Jumin! How could you do this to me?! Mr. Han loves you so much...how could you be so rude to me when he picked me! I can’t just leave like this!”

“...You’re hurting my ears,” Jumin spoke again, and I looked up. “Seriously, where did my father bring in this woman?”

“I’m hurting your ears?” Sarah laughed, but it was forced and full of anger. “Then listen to me!”

“I wanted to end this quickly, since she is watching...” Jumin shook his head. “But this reminds me of an episode from a soap opera.”

“W-What?” Sarah faltered, again. “What are you saying?”

“This has just become unnecessarily troublesome, but I’ll do it for my father. Your fake tears...your timid threats...it’s all so cliche that I can’t help but laugh.”

“I mean it! I’m really going to tell Mr. Han. No use stopping me, now.”

Crossing his arms, Jumin met her stare. “I can guarantee you that your threats are pointless, to me. I’ve gone through this multiple times in the past. You should use your energy on something else in life...giving you advice will only be a waste of time, so let’s stop it at that...”

“W-What are you talking about?” Sarah feigned a pained look, like a kicked puppy or a cat left outside in the rain...

Bad analogy, given the circumstances.

“Anyways, you’re mad at me right now, right? Just be honest!”

“Not yet,” Jumin spoke coolly. “I do not get angry very often. But, you’ve annoyed me enough to make me talk. I know very well from experience that people like you will do whatever it takes to get what you want.” He looked at Sarah, looking like he was reaching his wit’s end. “You will have the right skills and even the spontaneity to do it...but people like you easily fall into nihilism once you’ve acquired that wealth you’ve so coveted. I...felt pity. A life filled with pointlessness, but I suppose that’s the life you want?”

“W-What?!” Sarah reeled at Jumin’s words.

He looked at his hands. “I had all the wealth, ever since I was born. Do you want some?” He turned back to Sarah. “A couple million, is that what you want?”

She gave Jumin a confused look, so he went on. “Tell me. If you ask me for it, I might give it to you. You need money, right? It’s nothing to me.”

“Jumin...” I spoke up, and we locked eyes. His gaze softened when we did. “I think you’re too emotional, right now. Are you okay...?”

“I’m fine,” he assured me with a sweet smile.

“You...You’re being too harsh! Can you write me a check, right now?”

“I do not like talking about impossible things,” Jumin mused.

“So, you mean it?” Jumin nodded, and she stood straighter. “T-Then...about three million. Then, I’ll say no to the marriage. With the condition that I’ll put it nicely to Mr. Han.” She sighed. “This will be better, I suppose. It’s a win-win.”

Jumin laughed. “...Got you.”

Sarah glanced at him nervously. “Why are you smiling?”

He settled himself and faced Sarah fully. “I just repeated some lines from a soap opera I watched. It’s funny that you’re almost replaying that scene for me. Apparently, it’s a very popular TV show, these days.”

“What?! You were messing with me?!”

“Yes.”

Sarah sputtered, “God...! Who the Hell do you think you are?”

“Unfortunately,” Jumin went on, “I will be charged with embezzlement if I use company assets for personal means. I’m not keen on being behind iron bars.”

“Are you out of your mind?” Sarah asked, seemingly bewildered.

“Yes,” Jumin said again. “You’ve managed to come here with a fake photo of my cat and insult my dear friend. My joke is only fair, don’t you think?”

“I’ve never insulted her!” Sarah said defensively. “And the cat photo...! I...I was tricked, too! And isn’t it rude that you let another woman in your house when you’re engaged?!” Her cold eyes turned to me. “And, at that, such an average looking girl...!”

Jumin moved to stand between her and me. “She is not an average girl. What you see isn’t everything. You won’t understand, even if I explain it to you.” He sighed. “It seems we have no more to talk about. Why don’t you leave?”

“No!” I couldn’t see Sarah, but I could hear in her voice that she was reaching her limit, if she wasn’t already at it. “I can’t leave like this! This isn’t fair...! No!”

“I don’t know what is not fair,” Jumin said, taking a step to the side and, very briefly, looking over to me, before his gaze fell on Sarah again, “but, if you do not wish to leave, I will use you to do what I want.”

“What are you talking about?!”

Jumin sighed, stepping closer to me. “There was something I wanted to do...but I just couldn’t come up with a proper excuse, but this seemed to happen a lot in soap operas.”

“What’s with the whole soap opera thing?!” Sarah whined, and I stood up when Jumin motioned for me to do so. “God, so childish!”

“I’m sorry,” Jumin told me once he got close. “It seems you’ll have to excuse me. I had no other choice to let her out...yes, let’s put it at that.” He glanced to the side, and, for a moment, I could have sworn he was...embarrassed. The Jumin Han, face red in embarrassment. “And...I was going to do it soon, anyways.”

Before I could ask, he put his hand under my chin and pressed his lips against my own. Sarah yelled when he did.

“What...What are you...!”

“J-Jumin?!” I squeaked, as he pulled back, only a little bit.

He shushed me, smiling. “You’re blushing. You’d better close your eyes. Focus on your senses.”

I did so, closing my eyes and putting my hands on his chest. He kissed me again, his other arm grabbing my waist.

“Ugh...I’m going to tell Ms. Choi!” Sarah whined.

“Yes,” Jumin mused as he released the kiss. “Having an audience for our first kiss takes off the tension. Your lips are so warm and soft. And...I think I smell a bit of the pancake?” He chuckled, and my cheeks got very hot. “You’re cute.”

“How...! I’ve never been so insulted!” I heard footsteps stomping out of the place.

“God...” Jumin sighed. “Finally, she’s leaving.”

The sound of the door slamming startled me, even though I was kind of expecting it. When Jumin didn’t move away, I spoke up.

“Jumin...” I trailed off, searching for the words. “Can we really do this?“

“To be honest...” He met my gaze. “I wanted to kiss you from the first moment I saw you. I’m sorry if that was so sudden. I wanted you to be comfortable here...perhaps I’ve bothered you.” His eyes grew warmer, and he smiled. “But I don’t regret what I did.”

My lips trembled, and I looked for anything to say. “Is this appropriate...” My brain wracked itself for any semblance of a thought. “...when Elizabeth is missing?”

“This has nothing to do with that,” Jumin told me. “It’s my emotions. And Elizabeth isn’t here, but you are. Oh...I just realized something after the kiss. That you are indeed different from Elizabeth III. The special person who can truly understand me...who I can touch and kiss and understands what I’m saying. I’ve known this for a while, now. That I need someone like you, not a cat.”

His hand went to my cheek, and I leaned into the warm touch despite myself. He seemed to be happy with that, because he smiled at me. “And, seeing you in front of my eyes...I feel like I’ve finally gotten what I wanted. I don’t want to be a fool who loses what he needs. Elizabeth III...even if I find her again, she is just a cat. But you’re different. You can soak in all of my emotions.” He breathed in sharply, voice going softer. “You can be mine.” His face broke into a sweet smile. “That makes me so happy.”

He pressed kisses on the side of my face, and I laughed a little bit. When his lips met mine again, I could have melted.

“Jumin...first, calm down,” I said, even though I wanted more. “You were worried about Elizabeth a minute ago!”

Jumin’s forehead rested on mine. “I’ve never been so sure of my feelings,” he said. “Now that Elizabeth III isn’t here...it must be ironic that I’m so happy. But, I’ve realized what I truly wanted, thanks to my cat going missing.” He stopped for a moment, letting his thoughts collect, before he went on. “I want you...and I want you to want me, too. I mean this.”

I went to speak, but my words got caught. What would I say? What I felt? Or what was the right thing to do?

Damn my better judgement.

“I think any relationship needs time,” I said. “Let’s think about it. First, let’s find Elizabeth.”

He nodded. “I can understand if you need time,” he returned. “Just don’t leave my side, right now. I’ll try to be the man who can do anything for you. That’s...That’s what everyone expected from me, ever since I was little.” His eyes met mine. “I won’t say much. Even if it takes time, I want to have everything you are. So just stay here, with me.”

When I nodded as a response, he went to pull away, but I grabbed his hand.

“Jumin,” I said, and he took both of my hands in his own. “I...I want you,too. Really.”

He reeled at that for a moment, but a smile crossed his lips. Before he could say anything, I grabbed his cheeks and pulled him to me again. Without a second to waste, his arms were around me, and my hands were on the back of his head, pulling him down to me. His arms secured me against him as he sighed, breathlessly. I put my head against his chest, listening to the thumping of his heart.

He wanted me, and I wanted him. That was all we wanted.

[hecalledme-jagi]

MC Calling Them Pretty

My mom has this adorable habit of calling my dad pretty. It happens randomly throughout the day, and I’ve always found that to be an endearing way to show affection. So here’s MC calling the boys pretty!

Zen

- You had spent the entire evening admiring him, watching him switch between facial expressions like it was nothing.

- His friendly and publicly seen smiles, the expressions he’d put on for whatever role he was playing, to the personal and intimate gaze he saved just for you, they were yours daily, and yet they still gave you butterflies.

- When the two of you were finally alone, you got to voice the words that had been swirling through your mind all evening.

- “You’re really pretty,” you confessed, only loud enough for him to hear, in the back of that quiet cab.

- Moments like these, where the air is silent--and the world falls away, kept Zen on the edge of his seat.

- Moments where you made it known that he resided deep within you and that you thought about him just as he thought about you.

- He looked at you, surprised in the most lovely way one can feel surprised.

- He burned this moment into every corner of his soul. The humming of the moving car, the yellow hue of street lights coming and going, the sound of your voice, the warmth of your body so closely pressed against his shoulder, the devoted tenderness you had for him and him alone. Every last detail would forever have a safe place and be cherished, saved for a time when he needed it most.

- However, the usual surge of pride and confidence that compelled him to agree with such remarks never came.

- Instead, he came to know a feeling he’d never forget, one that rendered him speechless and knocked the air out of his lungs.

- He felt loved.

- He felt loved, knowing you saw him in a way no one else did.

Jumin

- It was his first day off in a while, and you woke up early to spend as much time with him as possible, despite all the effort he put into making sure you slept for as long as you wish.

- You staggered out of your bedroom, still groggy from sleep and your hair an utter mess, while he was already put together and preparing strawberry pancakes.

- You sat at the counter, watching him through a sleepy filter, and smiled helplessly.

- He brought you your favorite morning drink and kissed the top of your head, “Good morning, my love,” he greeted before returning to his position by the stove.

- You hummed in response as you sipped at the drink in your hands and continued to admire him.

- You took note of his broad shoulders and how they relaxed whenever you inhabited his space. You watched as he moved with thought and precision, loving the simplicity of morning routines.

- “You’re pretty,” you drowsily gushed as he looked over his shoulder to admire you the way you had been admiring him moments before.

- A gentle smile rested on his usually serious features, “Is that so?” He questioned with a soft chuckle in his voice.

- “Mhm..” you nodded as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, “very pretty.”

- When first knowing you, he would’ve picked your brain, wondering why you would call him “pretty,” but now he understood.

- You called him “pretty” for the same reason he calls you “beautiful.”

- A reason that words, in every language, couldn’t describe to the fullest extent, but that never stopped you from trying.

Yoosung

- You were watching a movie on the couch, his head in your lap and your fingers in his hair.

- You had lost interest in the movie quite some time ago, so now you just sat and took the time to notice the passage of time on his face.

- His boyish features had now grown into those of a man, smile lines setting in, and tired eyes from long workdays. The blond in his hair was slowly turning brown, and it was softer now.

- You didn’t mind the blond hair, not in the slightest, but you always thought that his brown hair would suit his aging features.

- Aside from the age and the tiredness, you also caught sight of the contentment on his face. He was utterly at peace simply by having you in his company, and out of everything else you noticed, this fact stood out most of all.

- “You’re pretty,” you quietly praised, a smile on your lips and affection flowing from every part of you.

- He looked up at you, his face growing a soft pink and surprise resting on his aged features.

- “Really?” He inquired further, his eyes filling with childish excitement, one that never seemed to disappear.

- You chuckled softly and nodded, “yes.”

- “Say it again!” He excitedly urged as he sat up slightly, drawing closer to you.

- You laughed and closed the remaining distance, “you’re pretty,” you gently repeated, kissing him with the same gentleness.

Seven

- “YOU’RE PRETTY!” You happily exclaimed, hugging him around his shoulders and laughing all the while.

- The sudden excitement startled him at first, but he quickly fell into a similar rhythm.

- "No, you’re pretty!” He echoed back, holding your arms around his shoulders and a grin finding its place.

- You stared at him, taking in his slightly reddened cheeks, his beaming smile, and his affectionate gaze that always had a sort of seriousness in it.

- “You’re pretty,” you gushed for the last time, but with less enthusiasm and more warmth. The kind of warmth that comes after a winter's rain, and for a moment, the world didn’t dare to disturb you.

- His grin faded in awe of you, the redness on his face deepened, and his heart hammered in his chest.

- There were days when he felt guilty for feeling this way, for having you in his life, but at the end of it all, he loved having you and all you had to offer.

˚✧₊⁎𝒥𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑎⁎⁺˳✧༚

I do not own any characters, all ownership goes to Cheritz. Thanks for reading!

[likely-moony]

Businessman ~ Jumin Han~

Businessman

Paring: Yandere Jumin Han x Fem Reader

Type/words: Short Story ~ 2.6k Words

Summary: When Jumin Han stumbles upon a new up-and-coming Businesswoman, he feels something brew within in his heart. No, not love or happiness but a rage or even threatened feeling that her business could possibly overtake his. But how will his feeling evolve when he gets to know the young happy-go-lucky girl?

TW!!: Yandere-Themes, Yandere Characters, Abuse Of Power, Perverted Characters, Mentions Of Sexual Harrasment, Unheathy Obsession, Force, Forceful Relationships, Mentions Of Affairs, Obsessive Letters, Unhealthy Feelings.

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Jumin Han

He has it all, 

Wealth, Power, Influence, looks and every maid and butler in his massive vacation home at his fingertips.

Raised with a shiny silver spoon in his mouth, Jumin grew up alongside some of the most influential people in the world.

Movie stars, businessmen, politicians, CEOs, and even mafia dons.

Jumin is and has always been surrounded by ties to all the top financial and political hot shots who’d be willing to do anything to do his bidding for him. 

But jumin never really needed to use it too much though, he preferred to get things done himself. 

He didn’t need his father’s money or a recommendation ~threatening~ letter to get into prestigious Ivy League colleges, he didn’t need daddy’s support to climb the ranks at his very own company and last of all, like hell he would need his father’s help to find a woman.

Is what should be assumed.

Jumin never really thought about women. Maybe once or twice as a kid whenever he saw his father bring home women or look up the skirt of a maid and eventually get her naked in bed later on. But other than that, never. 

When he did think about women, he wanted to find a woman who he could cherish with his heart. He wanted someone he could protect from people like his father. 

He wanted someone who would make his heart go all haywire and make his eyes sparkle. 

And most importantly, he wanted a woman who he could love for the rest of his life, unlike his father.

So when you, the clumsy little newly rising CEO, appear in front of him, Jumin regards you as a potential threat. 

Most would see the title of ‘potential threat’ as rude or even a threat in itself, but to Jumin Han, being regarded as a potential threat by him would be a massive compliment. 

You didn’t see Jumin as anything other than a fellow CEO, but to Jumin, you were someone he had to keep a constant eye on as a would-be business rival.

If Jumin were to look at you beyond the eyes of a businessman, he saw a cheerful young girl, happy-go-lucky and definitely not fit to run a company.

He didn’t like it. At all. 

He didn’t like how your eyes would instantly light up whenever you saw him around, and he didn’t like how you’d instantly start waving like some common person.

He didn’t like how you didn’t understand your own status. He didn’t like how instead of having the mindset of a world-class businesswoman, you had a mindset that of some poor college student.

He wanted you to understand how rich you would be if you stopped giving away most of your profits to organisations and such.

He wanted you to embrace your inner rich girl, but how would that be possible when all you did was give everything away that you didn’t have an immediate need for, instead of keeping all that money.

He didn’t like anything about you.

That cheesy smile.

That horrid humbleness of yours.

That disgusting way you don’t think about yourself alone.

He hated how whenever you were invited to a high-society party, you didn’t act all elegant to impress anyone. Instead, you stayed as yourself. Goofy and free. The way you waved to him like a happy puppy seeing its owner.

He hated everything.

It was on a certain fancy occasion when he had enough. Hot shots from all around the world were gathered at a social event to gather money to donate to organisations ~ and boast about their accomplishments~, and coincidentally both you and Jumin were invited.

Jumin showed up in a sleek tux with expensive accessories adorning his body, and what did you decide to wear to this once every 5-year party?

A fucking plain yellow sundress with mushroom earrings, a simple headband and ordinary dress shoes that any old poor person could buy at a local mall.

Jumin never puts any effort into his appearance at parties, but to think he had specifically chosen to wear his most expensive tux at this gathering alone could describe how high-end it was. 

And in that high-end party where everyone would show up in extravagant and expensive pieces of jewellery and clothes, you showed up in a sundress. A sundress. A sun dress that stopped at knee level. Meaning any creepy old pervert could come and see below your dress if he was sneaky enough.

Which was exactly what was happening. Old Jacquier and his fancy arse straight from Paris. Jacquier was 72 and had uncountable affairs and prostitutes. The maid uniform in his mansions was hideous beyond belief and only women who wanted to bed him would work there. 

Jacquire had a hidden fan in his hand, and using it, he blew your skirt much farther up than what Jumin expected you’d prefer. 

It was beginning to bother him. 

Why was he so irritated about something that barely concerned him?

He told himself it was human decency to stop the pervert, but memories of when Jacquier was peering at poor women in bathing suits and how Jumin did absolutely nothing to help them refused to enter his mind.

Jumin couldn’t hold it back any longer. He couldn’t hold his desire to do something about you.

And so, he left the party. 

Not because you were annoying him, but to run a quick errand.

Jumin returned within minutes, with what he needed in his hands.

He handed the specific set to Jaehee and wandered off back into the crowd.

With his tall glass of old wine in hand, Jumin made long strides towards you.

When you noticed him, you waved your hand as usual and smile at him but not for long.

Jumin swung his hand across in a fashionable manner and within seconds, his fine wine was all over your sundress. Not a drop on your face or arms, and not a drop on the floor. Just the dress. 

There were gasps and murmurs all around the ballroom, but you were quickly swished away by Jumin’s trusty assistant, Jaehee.

Jaehee saw the signs earlier and knew at once that the fancy ballgown that Jumin left the party to purchase and returned with was for you.

She brought you to a different room, cleaned you up and gave you the dress with no words exchanged. 

You nodded and took the dress from her hands and obediently put it on with no choice. After all, you weren’t going to return to the part with a massive wine stain on your dress.

The dress looked beautiful. It reached to your ankles, and coincidentally it matched Jumin’s choice of clothing.

And so, you reemerged into the party, but this time looking like the partner of the man who spilled wine all over for god knows why.

So you decided not to go near him again. 

That night, you left the part quite early.

Really early. 

And when you got the gist of Jumin’s dislike towards you, your sunshine persona went down and a cloud emerged around you.

Every time you’d seen him after that incident, instead of waving at him and smiling like an angel, you just sort of just avoided him. 

Jumin hated that too.

Jumin also hated that instead of keeping the dress, heels and accessories like a present, you had sent it back to him, washed and ironed and neatly folded through the mail.

But he didn't sulk about it for long, in his eyes, the dress was a cheap piece of crap while in the eyes of a normal person, that dress was worth a fortune and their family inheritance.

Obviously, if he was going to gift something to you, it would have to hold worth and meaning, not some dress he bought in a rush that looked like his.

But of course, he only bought that dress due to its beauty, not its shocking resemblance to Jumin's tux.

Obviously.

It was just a coincidence that it matched his.

Right?

So as an apology, Jumin did some businessman-ish things. 

He starts investing big bucks in your company, anonymously, knowing you desperately needed it.

He started spreading a good word about you as a ceo and your company started to rise even quicker. 

And he did the little things like that which would make your day much better. 

When he started seeing you around again, you seemed happier than before. Only if you didn’t see him. If you saw him, your happy mood would go down and you would feel sad again. 

It was cute. 

Your little smiles that popped up whenever someone said a good thing about your company. The way your eyes sparkled whenever you got a notification from your assistant ~Jumin’s mole spy~ that someone ~Jumin~ had invested further into your company. 

It was the little things. 

And eventually, the little things started to make Jumin smile. 

And eventually, the smiles turned to little giggles.

And eventually, over time the little giggles turned to somewhat heart eyes. 

But Jumin was oblivious to it. 

He knew that he didn’t hate you anymore, but he also didn’t know that he was now in love with you.

And so when he finally decided to see you again and make you see him, his heart broke. Another cheerful smile on your face was wiped away when you saw him, replaced with an upset, sad face.

When Jumin had enough, he instantly walked up to you, but when you tried to leave, he grabbed your hand and held it in place.

He asked you what’s wrong and why you keep avoiding him.

When you tell him that you aren’t sure why he hates you, but you’re sorry, Jumin is baffled.

“I- I don’t-” Jumin was speechless.

For the first time in his life.

Jumin Han was lost for words.

Jumin explains to you calmly at a coffee shop nearby that he indeed did not hate you at all. He found that you're an amazing person and he adored you and your humbleness.

And so, you and Jumin formed a sort of kinship. 

Friendship, even!

Jumin didn’t know what to do for you.

He wanted to help you, just didn’t know how to.

So he did more businessman things just crueller.

That troublesome new rich guy that keeps asking for shares in your company?

Gone.

Not gone as in dead or missing or anything, just gone from the business scene. Bankrupt and in severe debt.

That traitor in your company who's spying on you for someone?

Gone

The company that the mole came from?

Also gone

Perished even.  

That shareholder who keeps abusing his power of you to listen to him? 

Left with nothing but sand and dirt to live off of. It was to the point where the shareholder decided to leave this world behind. Since you didn’t have many shareholders anymore, Jumin invested much more money than he’d ever trust anyone with into your company.

And over this long journey of eliminating your enemies, Jumin and you got extremely close. Jumin even had the final realization that he was completely head over heels for you. 

But you still only saw him as a friend.

And so the eliminations continued.

And they just kept getting worse and worse and worse

You were glad at first, Jumin saw but as they continued you started getting worried.

It came to the point when you decided to see Jumin. 

You told Jumin of your worries and you didn’t understand what was happening and why everyone around you was falling.

Jumin was confused.

Were you not happy?

He was doing all this just to see that smile of yours.

Did this not make you smile?

When you find out that Jumin was behind it all, you felt disgusted.

“Why would you do that?! You were the reason that poor man killed himself! How could you not feel a single sense of guilt after all that!”

“I did it all for you,”

“WHY!? I never asked for any of this! That assistant was just a poor college student trying to pay his debt off! He meant no ill intent!”

“Still he could have hurt you!"

“Why are you doing this!?”

“Because I love you!"

“What-!?”

“And you love me too!”

“Jumin-”

“There is no need to hide it, I did all of this for you, my love!”

“Jumin this is absolutely ridiculous.”

“Is what every man in love hears, Y/n.”

“I’ve never seen you as anything more than a close business friend.”

And with that, you leave Jumin’s office.

heartbroken, Jumin falls back into his large chair and loosens his tie, undoing the first four buttons of his shirt. 

He rakes his hand through his hair, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

Jumin wasn’t a very emotional man, but you made him feel things he’s never felt before.

Jumin had to do something.

He started with small apologetic gestures. 

He offered you your favourite coffee every morning. He bought you common people plushies that Jaehee recommended. He wrote you sorry notes and bought you expensive chocolate, but nothing worked. 

Jumin was starting to lose his patience. 

He began writing love notes.

“I’m sorry, Y/n…”

“Please come back my dear,”

“If only you return my feelings, I would love you for the rest of my life!”

“I know you love me, if you just admit it, we can be happy together.”

“You look beautiful  when you work alone”

“You’re mine and I’m yours”

“Have you ever been told how angelic you look when taking a bath? Obviously not, your mine to compliant, right?”

And so, they progressively got worse and worse till-

“You’re mine” had appeared on your doorstep. The ink was red and was written in such rage.

Jumin ran out of patience when an idea entered his head. 

Back when Jumin was still trying to apologise to you through ‘businessman things’, he often invested a lot of money in your company, which meant he instantly became a shareholder. 

He was the only shareholder of the company, which meant that the company was basically his. 

So on a bright day when you were told that you would have a meeting scheduled with your anonymous shareholder at 5, you felt excited to see who was helping you so much.

Was it that kind old man who you met at a conference the other day? Or maybe even an old friend of yours? No, it couldn't be. You barely had any friends, let alone friends that could invest billions into your little start-up company.

So when you showed up at the meeting, your face looked as if it had been hit by thunder.

There he sat, smugly, in the pricey loveseat with his legs crossed one over another in a superior way as his finger played with his cuff links.

“What're you-”

"Fancy seeing you here, love..."

That smug smirk on his face infuriated you.

His face said it all

He set out his plan clear like a whiteboard, not to you of course, but you'd find out eventually.

He'd purposely start ruining your business by making on purpose bad decisions as a shareholder and as a business rival from across the street.

And so, debt was upon you, but Jumin didn't care.

Of Course, he felt tons of pity towards his future wife, crippling under all that pressure, so when he decided you'd had enough, he starts making good decisions and starts to support your company.

But of course,

Everything must come with a price.

This one is simple though, love.

Marry Jumin, love jumin, and have Jumin’s children.

Simple 

But if you don't listen, well-

He’d have 707 hack into your systems and ruin everything you ever worked towards whitin seconds.

And there’s also the final option-

The CEO must always listen to the shareholder after all…

Hope you enjoyed it <3

[l0v3s1ckm0th]

Hello can I get a romantic Yan jumin going shopping with darling reader? Tq

yandere jumin going shopping w darling reader

• bro is rich af

• he can pratically buy you anything you'd like

• just make sure to act nicely and he'll give you pretty much anything 😸

• if you want to buy clothes, he'll attempt to influence your style to something more classy, but he won't directly force you

• he'd have bodyguards carry your stuff for you lmao 😭

• takes you to expensive and fancy ass stores

• he wants you to live your best life in luxury

• spoils you,, a lot

• even if you tell him you don't want super expensive things, he won't really listen

• he belives you deserve the best and nothing less

• if you ever get tired while shopping, he'll carry you (he refuses to let the bodyguard touch you unless it's completely necessary bevause he's a possesive little prick) and puts you down on one of those benches they have in malls

• overall, he loves to spoil you and will be extremely generous as long as you behave nicely

i know this is short but i just thought i had waited too long with answering this fkjdj so im really sorry you had to wait this long anon!!

-love, moth

[ilyvanderwood]

The so called 'Star of the Show'

Everyone was excited for the RFA party, mainly since they get to meet you but... where is the 'star of the show' at? Everyone knew you where here but you randomly vanished into dust a few moments in. Little did anyone know, you where being fucked by your boyfriend in a unused room on the top floor.

Warnings : Threesome (FMM), Rough sex, a few mentions of Afab, breeding (?), smut ofc, degradation, pictures/photos taken, implied cumdump. at end

A/N : I don't normally write smut but this was going off in my head so i tried... srry if its bad too LMAO

Smut under cut <3

"AH~ Va-Vanderwood, pl-please slOW-" you get cut off mid sentence 'cause Vanderwood shoved his fingers in your mouth.

"Quiet... You don't want them to hear you now, do you?" He asks lightly compared to his speed while biting your ear. You lightly shake your head no but just enough to let him get the message.

*Knocking* Your eyes widen as you hear a familiar voice. "Y/N ? Are you there?" The voice behind the door asks. Vanderwood takes his fingers out of your mouth but keeps on slamming into you.

"Y-yeah-"you say quickly, before you knew it the door was opened and you saw a very familiar figure standing there shocked. Jumin quickly closes the door enough that a crack is visible

"I-I'm sorry but, Seven wanted me to let you know that your speech is soon" he says before quickly walking away. You turn red, while Vanderwood doesn't seem to care because he wasn't seen.

You both put back on your clothes and run off to the party looking like nothing happened. When you arrived everyone was crowding you other than two tall figures, talking to each other. You obviously didn't think much about it because you had other matters on your plate.

*i dont feel like writing the speech*

After your speech you regroup with Vanderwood and you guys are on your way out when he stops you. Looking in front of you, you see Jumin's car with Driver Kim holding the door open. Vanderwood lightly pushes you towards the car so that you understood what was going on. You enter the car and sit across from Jumin while Vanderwood sits next to you. The entire ride was so silent you swore you could hear a pin drop from a mile away.

Once you got to Jumin's Penthouse, you noticed Vanderwood getting out and signing for you to get out as well. Once you hopped out the car you went up to the room with the two males, one in front and the other in the back. When you reach the room you get pushed in and land on Jumin.

"Seems like your little friend liked what he saw earlier." A voice whispers in your ear. Before you knew it, Vanderwood was ripping apart your panties and tights while Jumin was taking off your dress and bra. Once your completely naked Jumin carry's you to the couch while Vanderwood leaves the room to gather something.

"..fuck" you lightly mummble when you land on the couch. The thought of two men fucking you made you wet. Jumin reaches behind you to grab some lube while the other male came back with a few other items. The two men set you in between each other before grabbing the materials laid out for them.

"What does the little whore want first... the vibrator or dildo?" Jumin whispers in your ear while putting on a gag and a blindfold to cover your view from the two males.

"Why not both? I bet the slut can take it, now can you." Vanderwood responds pulling your back to his chest so there is better access to your hole. Jumin stuffs the dildo and the vibrator into your hole at once while Vanderwood turns up the remote to the max. It makes you jump a bit and arch your back.

The feeling of soft hands around your body makes everything feel so much better. You go to move your hand to your clit when one of the two takes your arm and holds it tight to prevent it from moving. You start to shake a bit when you feel yourself coming up it all stops when the vibrator and dildo gets taken out of your hole and the gag is taken off of you.

"Now.. what does our whore want?" Vanderwood says pinching your nipples making you gasp.

"Fuck me... both of you.." you respond almost immediately out of breath.

"Say it as a good girl would." Jumin says, as he aligns himself to your hole.

"Please fuck m- Ah~!" you get cut off when you feel two dicks slam into you all at once. Its one of the best things you've ever felt. Two cocks slamming into you simultaneously . They slowing become a pattern when one slams into you then the other.

"AaaH~! P-please cum in m-me" you say out of nowhere catching both of the boys off guard but they yet continued. You could feel yourself coming closer and after one last slam, you moaned pretty loudly as you orgasmed all over both of their dicks. They slowly came after and came in your hole at once.

When they pulled out, you where such a mess. Hair everywhere, drooling and their seed leaking out of your hole. Jumin takes a quick few photos before taking off the blindfold. You go to stand up when you get brought back down by Vanderwood.

"Where do you think you're going? We're not done with you yet." He whispers in your ear while nibbling at the lobe. I mean.. at least a few more rounds wont be that bad... right?

wrote this half awake LMAO

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