#i get so mad whenever jumin enters a chatroom like get out of my face im not joking I DO NOT LIKE YOU

[mitskiluvr]

replaying mystic messenger is so crazy because why am i gentle parenting these grown men and teaching them how to handle their feelings

[iselpehache]

Jealousy - part 2

I hope it’s not too late to upload this! I wrote part 1 for the Jumin x MC Week (link to AO3), and now I finally found the inspiration I was lacking to write part 2! There’s a link to AO3 in case you prefer reading it there :) And here’s the Masterpost with all of my contributions for that week!

The whole thing’s under the cut, hope you enjoy it! <3

Jumin Han didn’t rest, indeed. He was too busy feeling jealous.

His early intentions of mending things with MC as soon as possible had been frustrated by her constant, shameless flirting with Zen in the RFA chatroom. He knew she simply intended to prove her point, though his everlasting frown and the lump on his throat only made him angrier. Jumin was a man of pride, and even if he knew he’d wronged MC, her punishment for his sins felt more like a childish retaliation. At that point, admitting his mistaken ways would only make him lose his dignity, and that was something he wouldn’t allow.

To be fair, MC wasn’t flirting with Zen any more than she had used to before it all happened. That’s why she was honestly confused as the days went by with no calls from Jumin. Did he really not want to talk about it? Did he really not intend to apologize? Her frustration grew alongside his, and so she began showcasing a passive-aggresive attitude towards Jumin while intently not speaking to him.

The tension grew to a point in which everyone was feeling uncomfortable just thinking about the RFA. The chatroom was impossible, with MC and Jumin aggressively ignoring each other. At work, Jaehee was at her wit’s end from having to deal with a permanently annoyed Jumin, whereas MC and her constant hate towards the CEO was becoming too much to bear even for Zen, who realized with a bit of self-hatred that he’d started to pity the man.

—Why don’t you just talk to him first? Tell him to apologize and finish this nonsense already.

She stubbornly crossed her arms on her chest, upset over Zen’s suggestion.

—He’s the one who should be coming crawling to apologize. I don’t want him to say he’s sorry just because I told him to.

Zen sighed, knowing full well it was time to put their plan in motion. Seven had come up with it since it had been almost two weeks with Yoosung not daring to enter the chatroom. Last time he had, he’d seen himself in the middle of a very awful conversation in which both Jumin and MC were speaking to him without acknowledging the other’s presence. That had made Yoosung so uncomfortable that he’d erased the RFA app until things were solved.

That’s how it all came down to that one day.

MC was rushing over to Seven’s place after he’d asked her for help without giving much more information. She’d been instantly led to the room in which the problem allegedly was.

—Now you’re here… fOREVER!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

—Seven?— MC turned around just in time to see him closing the door and locking it from the outside, his evil laugh sounding further and further while she yelled and banged the door—. LET ME OUT OF HERE, DAMMIT!!

He didn’t let her, of course, so after a while she just sat on the floor. The room was barely so: its size made it look more like a locker that was starting to make MC breathe uncomfortably. She wasn’t claustrophobic, but being in there without knowing why or when her friend would let her out was getting to her nerves.

Once the wrath had vanished, she realized that there were petals on the floor and glued to the walls.

—What the actual f…?

The door opened, Jumin Han was pushed inside and Seven’s evil laugh sounded while they became, once again, locked.

—Luciel, what’s the meaning of this?— Jumin asked after a quick brush of the room to assess his situation.

—You two aren’t getting out of there until you sort it all out! Stop being so stubborn, both of you, and make amends!

MC huffed while Jumin scoffed. They stared at each other, surprised and offended by those reactions, before proceeding to look elsewhere. It was so tight in there that Jumin could only sit on the floor besides MC, and whenever their shoulders brushed they cringed.

However, even for two stubborn people as them, it was hard to keep their rage at full potential at a constant rate. MC’s stomach growled after around twenty minutes of silence, causing Jumin to worry.

—How long have you been kept in here?

—Not much— she answered hesitantly, noticing the concern in his voice—. Why did you come?

Jumin didn’t respond immediately. When he finally did, MC understood why it had taken him longer to speak up.

—Luciel said you were in trouble. I didn’t imagine the problem was that he’d kidnapped you.

They both sat with an odd feeling, wanting to fix things but still too proud to take the first step. In the end, MC heaved a sigh and looked at Jumin reluctantly.

—Thank you for coming to help me even though we were mad at each other.

—You’re welcome. And, while we’re at it, I must apologize for the way I’ve been acting so far.

—Me too— MC was quick to add, relieved to see that things were really working out—. I thought you would talk with me sooner and then felt awful seeing that you didn’t, but I didn’t really handle the situation all that well.

—You sure didn’t— he scoffed. The jealousy came crushing in again, but he did his best to restrain it—. If your flirting with Zen was a revenge over what I said the night you left, I must admit it’s a very childish attitude.

MC finally understood the reason why Jumin had held on to pride; she didn’t know whether to feel relieved or outraged that it was jealousy all over again. However, the fact that he seemed to be throwing that at her face all over again, as if she were to blame, was getting on her nerves.

—I wasn’t flirting with him to get back at you, you self-centered brat!

His eyebrow twitched ever so slightly.

—Must that mean you like him?

—And what if I did?

Jumin’s displeasure was obvious. He chose to give himself some time, think his words through before saying something he could regret later, and only then he spoke.

—If you do, then I assume I have nothing to do but accept it.

MC noticed how his fists were clenched. Her fingers brushed his lightly and her heart got caught in her throat when he turned to look at her.

—I don’t like him. Our flirting is just friendly— Jumin’s eyes were still on hers, so she boldly added:—. I like you.

Surprise crossed his features; after that war of pride, he hadn’t expected her to maintain an interest in him. As she realized what he was probably thinking, she laughed nervously.

—We can leave all of this behind and just talk about our problems in the future, okay?

—Sounds fair to me— his small grin had MC falling for him all over again (thank God she was already sitting on the floor). After a brief moment of hesitation, Jumin decided to ask—. May I kiss you?

She nodded, feeling how her blush gradually intensified as he neared her slowly. Their lips barely brushed as they noticed how they’d both been looking forward to that touch. MC’s arms circled his neck and Jumin embraced her to deepen the kiss; it had been too long of a journey, but it had thankfully paid off.

Jumin gave himself a moment to admire MC’s beautiful face, her features lit up by her flushed cheeks and her undying smile, when they both heard some muffled romantic music at the other side of the door.

—Does Seven…? How does he know…?

The businessman shot glances everywhere until spotting the camera that the hacker had probably installed for that moment. His laughs were then audible from the outside.

—Luciel, let us out right now.

He finally did, seen as Jumin was using his CEO scary voice. However, when he turned around to look at MC and held his hand out for her, she only saw tenderness and desire in his eyes.

—We shall continue this at a more private space, if you’ll agree to it.

Without a hint of hesitation, she took his hand.