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It wasn’t supposed to be, Chapter XII (JuminxOC/Reader)

Author’s notes:

This chapter is as dramatic as this gif.

Chapter I | Chapter II | Chapter III | Chapter IV | Chapter V | Chapter VI | Chapter VII | Chapter VIII | Chapter IX | Chapter X | Chapter XI | Chapter XII (You are here) | Chapter XIII | Chapter XIV | Chapter XV | Chapter XVI |

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Those two weeks remaining until the party passed quite quickly. It was a very strange period for Jumin, both pleasant and painful. Riyu said goodbye to him every day before he was leaving for work and greeted him when he returned home. These sweet 'have a nice day at work', these kisses on the cheek to say goodbye or greeting... Never before he experienced something so tender. He didn't want to give it up, but he knew that at some point he would be forced to... And that was the painful part.

Evening movie seances have become their small tradition and they often fell asleep nestled to each other on the sofa, covered with a blanket. There was something so... normal in all this that sometimes he even managed to forget in what complicated situation they were. But only sometimes... Because the awareness came back every time his father called Riyu and she pretended to be very happy about it. Awareness also returned when his father informed them he would be able to come to Korea for the party. Jumin hoped all that time that the old man would be too busy...

The day before the party, they went to visit a vet who agreed to become a temporary home for puppies - they were still small enough that they needed constant and professional care. Jumin couldn't help smiling when he saw Riyu cuddling four little creatures in her arms - she looked so incredibly happy. Small dogs also seemed to adore her. "Animals are so better than humans," She told him then, and he once again realized that he knew very little about her. That Riyu still keeps many secrets from him. Her love for animals and skepticism towards people must have come from somewhere.

Now, on the day of the party, about an hour and a half before it starts, they both sat on the sofa in the saloon. Riyu rested her head on his shoulder, clearly sad. Of course, she was wearing a dress in which his father would like to see her.

"It will be unpleasant for both of us..." She whispered and closed her eyes. "But we should be leaving now. We must be there earlier."

Jumin kissed the top of her head and mumbled into her hair, "I will have to keep a distance from you. Otherwise, I can do something you don't like."

Riyu sighed, "I'm sorry, Jumin. I know you are suffering because of me."

"Don't apologize. I know it's not easy for you either. Anyway, you've always been honest and clearly told me you had to marry my father. Still, I decided to go on with it..." He put his hand on her cheek and turned her face towards himself. She looked at him with glistening, wet eyes.

"How long can we continue this...?" She asked.

"I don't want to think about it. God... The only thing I can think about right now is that I would like to kiss you right in front of his eyes. That he would understand who you really belong to."

Riyu smiled sadly, got up and kissed his forehead, "We have to leave."

Jumin followed her, but before they left he grabbed her gently by the shoulder and turned her around, "I can, however, do something to make sure you don't forget who you belong to."

Riyu blinked, he felt chills on her skin under his fingers. Did he scare her again? But she didn't back away, didn't protest. So he pulled her closer and kissed her fervently. She moaned softly in his mouth as he slid his hand over her thigh, exposed in the cut of the dress.

When they separated for a moment, Riyu's hot breath tickled his face. Then the girl clung to him again, stood on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Stay away from you..." He whispered, looking into her slightly hazy eyes. "It won't be easy."

The presence of other RFA members at the party helped her to relax. Even V appeared, she was glad that she could finally meet him personally. Most of the time, however, she was forced to spend with Mr. Chairman. Guests approached them, greeted them, complimented her and praised the old man how lucky he is to have such a young and beautiful woman. Riyu was smiling artificially and pretending to be ashamed when in reality she wanted to vomit. She didn't even want to know how Jumin must feel now. Most of the time he did as he promised her - he stayed away. But as avoiding them would also seem too suspicious, he spoke to them from time to time.

Riyu didn't miss how Jumin scanned their joined arms.

"So what do you think of the party, father?" He asked stoically.

"I am delighted and proud of Riyu, as she is partly responsible for organizing it."

"Yes, I'm glad you found time to come."

Jumin was definitely a better liar than her - his expression was hard to read, though she knew him well enough to see his nervousness in how he clenches his jaw and improve his shirt cuffs.

"I have some news for you," Mr. Chairman declared. "I've already dealt with most of the cases abroad. I think that in a week or so I will be able to return to Korea and deal with the matter of divorce with your mother, son."

Riyu felt the blood drain from her face. She didn't hold back to look at Jumin. She saw how his eyes change expression, though his face was still stony.

"Ah, so that means Riyu will be able to come back to your house?"

"Of course. You have been hosting her for so long, Jumin. I am very grateful to you."

Jumin nodded, "It's my pleasure. Will you let me spend some time with Riyu as she will be less present in my life soon?"

Riyu's heart accelerated its beat. Jumin said it all in a very monotonous voice, but his words were so ambiguous that she was afraid of how Mr. Chairman would take it.

"Of course, I don't see the problem," the old man replied, surprisingly cheerful. "Unless my dear promise me it won't take long."

Riyu laughed awkwardly, "Of course, Mr. Han, I'll be back to you soon."

He was still holding her arm, so they were close and she didn't even have time to react, protest or step back when he kissed her on top of her head, just like Jumin used to do. It paralyzed her for a moment, she felt weak. When Mr. Chairman took a step back, she was still standing still. From the state of this daze, she was only torn by Jumin's gesture as he took her hand. It was impossible for his father not to notice, but Jumin apparently did not care and pulled her away from him.

He squeezed her hand so hard that she felt pain, "J-Jumin... Wait."

Jumin stopped abruptly. They were somewhere away from the main room, away from the guests, in one of the corridors that led to the bathrooms and VIP rooms.

Riyu looked at his face with a beating heart. He looked like he was about to explode, his eyes dark. The fingers with which he crushed her hand trembled.

"A-are you alright?" Jumin asked her and looked at her, but he didn't seem to see her truly. He was fighting something inside himself.

"I..." Riyu pursed her lips, felt tears at the corners of her eyes. "I just need to calm down. I don't want to ruin my makeup."

"Don't let him touch you again. Not like that..." He said in a low, deep voice.

Riyu shuddered. He still didn't let go off her hand. The pain increased, "It's not like I wanted it, Jumin..."

Jumin took a deep breath, "I know... I'm sorry." He slowly released her hand.

Riyu blinked to chase away the tears, "It's getting too difficult for both of us, Jumin... We have to... If we continue... We both break our hearts."

"So what do you expect from me? That I will just ignore what I feel? That I will just leave you?"

"I don't want this... But you know it's the only solution."

Jumin took her face in his hands. His dark expression now also bore great sadness. Their lips barely touched at first. Now tears ran down her cheeks. Jumin deepened the kiss, pushed her against the wall.

"No, we can't... Not here..." Riyu muttered, but her words were quickly absorbed by another kiss.

Her heart was pounding like crazy. She knew what they were doing was stupid and dangerous, but she couldn't control herself when Jumin was kissing her so desperately.

When they were both breathless, Jumin moved his lips along the line of her jaw. Riyu suppressed a moan with difficulty, her fingers caught on his back. Then Jumin dipped his face into the bend of her neck. He took a deep breath as if he inhaled her.

"It's amazing how much I can't control my emotions when I'm with you..."

"The threads  you once told me about..." Riyu began to stroke the back of his head. "Now they are choking you again, right?"

"Do not think about it..."

How could she not think about it if it was all her fault?

She shivered. The thought that in a week she would have to leave him, hurt him, go to his father's house... It all made her cry like a child. How often has she cried lately? It was humiliating.

"Don't cry ..." Jumin stroked her sides, then gave her a handkerchief.

Riyu laughed through her tears, "Always prepared, huh? Wait a minute please." Wiping her face with a handkerchief, she went to the bathroom. There she stopped at the mirror and looked at her reflection. Her makeup was ruined. She sighed. For the next few minutes, she did everything to fix it. When she finally decided that it couldn't be better and turned to leave... She saw a figure in the doorway.

It was a man, his face was covered with a red headscarf, his hair was white, and his exposed arm had a strange tattoo. Something was terrifying about him. And Riyu could have sworn she had seen such a sign somewhere.

"Who you are?" She asked and straightened up, trying to sound cold. "You shouldn't be here."

The man laughed hoarsely and, with his hands in his pockets, entered the room. Riyu forced herself not to step back, to look boldly on his face.

"You are not one of the guests," She judged, continuing in a cold voice. "How did you get here?"

The man stopped right in front of her, slid the scarf from his mouth and smirked, "Your parents sent me."

Riyu immediately felt all her courage evaporate somewhere. The white-haired man laughed, probably saw the terror rising on her face.

"To being exact, I am sent by my savior regarding your parents as they are her favorite followers and partners."

"What do you want?" She still tried to control her tone, but her voice shook anyway.

The man chuckled louder and leaned toward her. Their faces were so close that she could feel his breath on her. She pursed her lips, didn't back away. She desperately tried not to show her fear.

"Do you think nobody knows what you are doing?"

"What are you talking about?"

The man grasped her arm painfully, "This rich old man has left you long enough that you thought you could run into his son's arms? You're quite a slut, aren't you?"

Riyu hissed in pain, jerked in vain, "I know what I have to do. I will marry this old man as my parents want."

"You'd better do it. You'd better not try anything stupid. Otherwise, something bad could happen to your lover and your sweet friends."

Then he released her, put his hands in his pockets, turned and headed for the bathroom exit. Riyu tried to calm her breath, her legs trembled slightly.

She had no choice anymore... If she did not follow her parents' instructions, she would risk the safety of everyone close to her.

She made sure that fear disappeared from her face and gestures before she went to Jumin. They spent quite a lot of time together, mainly talking and drinking wine, before her return to Mr. Han. All this time she did not see the white-haired man again.

Holding a glass of wine in her hand, she was talking with the guests who approached them, again enduring all the sweet comments and touch of an old man who sometimes held his hand on her back.

"You seem very at ease when you are with my son," Mr. Chairman noted when they were alone.

"Oh? Well, we spent some time together. As I once said, we get along pretty well. I think we've become good friends."

"I'm leaving abroad tomorrow morning," The old man continued. "Would you like to spend this night with me at the hotel?"

Oh God... what should I say? Riyu clenched her hand on the glass so that he didn't see her fingers tremble with nervousness, "I'm not prepared at all, I don't have too many things with me..."

"You don't need much, it's just one night. I have booked a room for one person, but I can change it."

"I... I don't want to bother you, Mr. Han. It will be better if I go back to Jumin's apartment ..."

"Of course, as you wish," Mr. Chairman's voice was cold.

"Don't get it wrong, please," She muttered quickly. "We'll have plenty of time for each other soon, aren't you glad?" She forced the sweetest smile she could afford now.

Mr. Chairman's face brightened. Riyu understood more and more why Jumin was so fed up with his father's approach to women. He was really easy to manipulate, since even she succeeded, with her poor acting skills.

With great relief, she returned to Jumin's apartment, which became the home that she never really had before. She tried not to think that she would have to leave this place in a week. She and Jumin were both not sober - none of them crossed the line, it would be tactless for the organizers of the event, but alcohol began to affect their words and behavior a bit.

It was the middle of the night when they returned. Riyu, tired, slumped on the sofa and groaned, "God, it was so stressful."

Jumin untied his tie, tossed it somewhere aside, "I think you did well. The party was successful, went without any problems."

A thought of an intruder crossed her mind, but she quickly chased it away. She hissed when she remembered how her feet hurt. Her shoes were elegant, beautiful, but... so bloody uncomfortable.

"I don't even have the strength to take off those damn shoes," She moaned. Riyu was looking at the ceiling, so she only learned about Jumin approaching her because she heard his footsteps, "Jumin?"

She blinked as she looked at him. He knelt in front of her on one knee and gently took her foot in his hands.

"Let me help you."

Riyu pursed her lips, "You don't have to..."

"Shh..." He slowly undid the tying of her shoe, but before he took it off, he kissed the top of her foot briefly.

She shuddered and clenched her fingers on the sofa's arm. Jumin massaged her sore foot for a moment, which she accepted with pleasure, then repeated the same with the other. But he didn't stop there. His kisses slowly began to wander up, his lips climbed her calf, reached her knee. Riyu heard her own rapid breathing. When Jumin gently pushed back the material of her dress - which was very easy due to the deep cut - and pressed his lips in a kiss on her thigh, she shuddered and sighed softly.

"Just tell me to stop and I'll stop..." Jumin whispered hoarsely against her skin.

Riyu shook her head.

"You must use your words, otherwise I will not understand you," He said teasingly.

"You don't have to stop..." She whispered shyly, feeling her cheeks burn.

"As you wish," Jumin put his lips back to her thigh while he climbed her other leg with his hand. Chills ran all over her body. When at last Jumin's hand stopped at her waist, and his lips brushed the skin on her hip bone, he raised a little.

She opened her so far closed eyelids and saw something dark in his eyes. She instinctively pressed her back into the back of the sofa. Jumin reached to her face with his hand and kissed her tenderly, which was the complete opposite of the emotion glittering in his eyes. Then, keeping his eyes on hers, he ran his fingers along her neck.

She felt hypnotized. Although his eyes scared her a little, she couldn't look away. She wasn't even sure if she was blinking. Her breasts rose and fell on her quick breathing. Jumin's hand wandered over her shoulder and collarbone and then stopped on her chest. Jumin seemed to be waiting for her reaction, her consent. She was unable to utter words, so she arched her back slightly to show him that she wants his touch. He immediately pressed his lips to her lips in this strong and passionate kiss, and she moaned as his hand began to gently massage her breast.

His other hand rested on her shoulder, "You tremble a lot..." He whispered with a slight concern between kisses.

"I just... I had never..."

Jumin smiled under his breath "Neither do I..."

She giggled softly, nervously. For some reason, she thought that someone like Jumin would already have some experience in these matters. She felt calmer that it wouldn't be just her first time.

They kissed again, slower this time, more sensually. Jumin slid down the shoulder strap of her dress, his lips went down her neck, down to her collarbone. She was getting hotter and pleasure overwhelmed her.

"Can you... Can you stand up for a moment for me?" Jumin asked in a low voice.

Riyu blinked, then took his hand and with his help stood on her bare feet. Both straps of her dress were slid off her shoulders. It was enough now that Jumin just pulled the fabric slightly down and the dress slipped off her body, fell at her feet. The girl felt immediately ashamed, standing in front of him only in the underwear. Instinctively, she covered herself with her arms.

Jumin kissed her forehead tenderly, but his uneven breath betrayed his excitement, "You don't have to be ashamed. I saw you in a nightgown itself many times."

"It's not the same..." She muttered, looking away.

"Just... Relax... I'll be gentle..." Jumin whispered to her ear.

She was weak on her feet when he tenderly grabbed her long hair and moved it aside, at her one shoulder. Then he showered her exposed space between her neck and second arm with hot kisses.

She heard his accelerated breathing, felt his hands on her bare waist. She barely suppressed her whimpering.

"You are beautiful, truly beautiful..." He said, and in his tone, she began to hear the same emotion that she had previously seen in his eyes. The darkness that excited her and frightened her at the same time. A pleasantly frightening shiver ran down her back and made her thighs quiver. Jumin turned her around slowly, she heard him growling. Then she felt his lips at the back of her neck, his arms wrapped her around from behind, his hands stroking her sides, her stomach, lower and lower. She was about to lose her breath in a moment...

Suddenly Jumin stopped, "What is this?"

Riyu blinked, broken from a pleasant trance, "W-what?" She asked confused, her mind was immersed in pleasure and alcohol, so she did not immediately remember something important...

"Your back..." Jumin stepped away from her.

Only then did Riyu realize what he saw and cursed in her mind that she had forgotten about it. How could she forget?! She turned hurriedly and wrapped her arms around herself again.

"I-It's nothing..."

"Nothing?" Jumin's eyes were wide open, fear and concern were visible in them. "It looks like scars... From what?"

"I don't even remember anymore... I fell down the stairs once, that's why..."

Jumin's eyes narrowed, "Do you really expect me to believe in such nonsense? These are not scars from falling."

"It's irrelevant, Jumin. Please, it's..."

"Show me," He demanded abruptly and grabbed her arm, wanting to turn her back on him again.

"No!" She jerked away, reacted more violently than she wanted.

"Tell me who did this to you," Jumin insisted.

"No," She said firmly.

"Why?"

"Because it's not your business."

Jumin looked surprised and hurt by her cold words. She looked away, "I'll go to my room" She whispered, quickly took the dress and shoes off the floor, then turned to go to her room. She heard Jumin's footsteps behind her, she knew he was following her, but she didn't expect what had happened. When she opened the door, Jumin slammed it with his hand, making it shut. He was right behind her.

"You won't go anywhere until you tell me."

She pursed her lips, chills running down her body again, but they were no longer so pleasant.

"Why can't you just trust me?" She heard Jumin's dark, deep voice just behind her.

She clenched her eyes tightly, pressed the dress in her arms to herself, "And why can't you trust me?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Trust that I can't tell you anything, not wanting to endanger you or the others. I know you would try to help me if I told you everything that was going on in my life. But you can't help me and I can't risk your life. "

Jumin took a long breath, then put his arms around her, gently, as if he didn't want to frighten her. He put his head on top of her head, "I'm so sorry... I really can't control my emotions when I'm with you..."

"You've always controlled them perfectly before me...?" Riyu asked quietly, just standing in his arms like that.

"I've always found them unnecessary... But now... I'm worried about you, Riyu... I don't know what's happening with you and it drives me crazy..."

Riyu closed her eyes, turned slowly in his embrace, then kissed him briefly on the lips, "I can handle it, Jumin... I have always managed everything somehow. And meeting you will always be the best thing that happened to me in my life..."

Jumin just looked at her without a word, with a miserable expression. Riyu slipped out of his arms and this time he let her disappear into the room...

[ellygoesnyooom]

Can i request rfa + saeran having accidents, they are fine but they forget MC- they forget their feelings for her too??? I hope for happy endings ^^. OvO Can you write this?? Please do it O-O Please OvO

Sure thing! I made this into little fics, I hope you don’t mind. They got long so I’m going topost them in parts! Here’s part one, prepare the tissues because you may needthem, I sure needed them writing it (I’m also a big baby) (someone hug me I hurt ;-;)

Part one (Yoosung and Zen): xPart two (Jaehee and Jumin): here!Part three (Saeyoung): here!Part four (Saeran): here!

TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of blood

Yoosung

Yoosungwas on his way home from the vet’s office, full of stories about Lisa and a dogwho had come in and needed surgery that you had taken a liking to. He was soexcited to tell you all about how the little dog, named Poppy, finally was ableto stand up and started hobbling around, not even minding the bulky cast on itsleg. He had a few pictures and videos of the precious moment on his phone, and couldn’twait to see your face light up as you saw them.

As hecame up to a red light at a cross-section, he pressed on the break, only for it to turn greenagain. Great, I can get to MC faster!He stepped on the gas to pick up speed again, not noticing the speeding carheading right for him. He didn’t even have enough time to react before the carslammed into him, and all he saw was black.

As soonas the phone call from the police came, your heart dropped to your feet.Yoosung was…injured? Car accident? Hospital?You couldn’t comprehend this information, not even when you arrived and sat inthe waiting room and waited for someone to let you in to see him. Yoosung is fine, this is all a dream,you told yourself over and over again like a mantra.

Youdidn’t tell any of the RFA just yet; you wanted to see him first. But while youwaited, you almost called Jaehee or Zen multiple times, for emotional support. Afterwaiting for what seemed like an eternity of waiting in the waiting room, thedoctors let you see him.

Whenyou walked into the room, you let out a choked sob. There he was. He wasn’tunscathed, but he looked relatively okay, save for a bandage around hisforehead and a sling supporting his arm. There were IV’s taped to the back ofhis hands, an oxygen mask over his face, and his breathing was shallow, but he wasthere. He was alive. Unconscious, yes, but breathing and alive.

Youstayed with him the whole time he was asleep, holding his hand and murmuring tohim, letting him know you were there, pleading with him to come back to you, towake up, to be okay. The rest of the RFA came and sat with you during the day,as well as family and friends, and they all brought gifts. Soon, the sterile,white room was filled with balloons, stuffed animals, and get well soon cards,but it still felt empty. Yoosung wasn’t awake, so none of the gifts meantanything to you.

They would comfort you as you sat,staring at your husband’s face and willing his eyes to open, for his Amethystgaze to land on yours and crinkle as he smiled that smile you loved and missed.You wanted him to open his eyes and tell you he was fine, it was all just anelaborate joke. But he didn’t.

Jaehee brought you coffee, as wellas clothes from your house to change into, a pillow, and blanket to use whilesleeping in the uncomfortable chair beside his bed. Zen would come and sit withyou, wrapping an arm around you and holding you fast to his side. Jumin didn’tcome often, usually sending his condolences with Jaehee, but he worked hardbehind the scenes to get Yoosung the best care. Seven brought with him littletrinkets he created for you, and jokes to try and lighten the heavy atmosphere.You appreciated all of them, but it didn’t change the fact that Yoosung wasunreachable to you.

Then, one day about two weeks later,it happened: his eyes fluttered open, shut, then slowly opened again. His eyeswere narrowed from the light of the room, but he was awake. Yoosung was awake!

“Yoosung? Yoosung, it’s me, MC.”You gripped his hand and squeezed, bringing his eyes to you. You expected thesame warmth that he always looked at you with, but got nothing. It was as ifyou were a stranger to him. “Yoosung? D-do you know who I am? Do you rememberme?”

Slowly, he shook his head no, andthe world crumbled down before you. Your husband didn’t know you anymore.

Even though he didn’t remember you,you stayed with him. It stung a bit when he remembered the rest of the RFA,even scrunching his nose at the mention of V, but felt nothing towards you. Hecouldn’t speak much, but you would see him do things that would put your heartin your mouth; he would reach out and grip your hand, with the same intensityas he would have before the accident. He would occasionally reach up and brushthe tears off your cheeks as you cried above him, thinking he didn’t knowbecause he was resting or asleep.

You helped him through his recovery,and slowly, he grew closer to you. Within a few weeks, he was finally out ofthe hospital, and able to go home. You should have been ecstatic being able tobringing your husband home after weeks in the hospital, but there was only alead weight in your stomach. He didn’t remember you. How would you explain itwhen you go into the same house as him? How were you to explain why you livewith him?

As you drove down the road to whereyou two lived, Yoosung started to talk. “I… I remember things, that I can’texplain, MC,” He spoke slowly, eyes staring sadly out the window. “Like what?”

“I…I remember a girl,” he started,and then paused for a moment before continuing. “I remember this girl, with thesame name as you. I remember her warmth, how she made me feel complete. She hadthis beautiful, bright smile that always made me happy. She made me feel likethe man I never thought I could be, or deserved to be. I remember proposing toher, I remember crying as she walked up to the altar, I remember building alife with her. I can remember all of this, but I can’t remember who this personis, I can’t remember what she looks like, I can’t remember the sound of hervoice. I don’t know who the love of my life is, where she is, whether she’sokay or worried about me. And it hurts.”Your heart was in your throat, and you wanted to scream out, I’m here! I’m right here! But thatwouldn’t help this situation. You needed to show him evidence.

“I know who she is,” you saysoftly, but he hears. “Y-you do?” Biting your lip, you nod slowly, spotting thehouse you two shared. “Yes.”

“Can you tell me who she is?Please, I need to know, MC!” His voice was filled with desperation, but youcouldn’t tell him yet. You needed to show him, not tell him. “I’ll show youher, Yoosung. Let’s go inside.” You parked in front of the house, and you gotout, jogging around the car to help him out of the front. He leaned on youslightly as you walked with him to the front door, but you didn’t mind one bit.He stayed with his arm around your shoulder, resting some of his weight on youas you fumbled to unlock the door. “How do you have the keys to my house?” Youdon’t respond, instead pushing the door open and helping him in.

Settling him on the couch, you tellhim to wait and run upstairs to your guys’ bedroom, where you keep your photoalbums. When you return, Yoosung is still in the same position, shouldershunched and eyes downcast. You settle next to him and slide the first of thetwo photo albums into his lap. “This will tell you who she is, Yoosung. Look.”He sends you a wide-eyed glance before quickly opening the front cover. Thephoto in the front is from the day you first met, at the party. His eye wasstill bandaged up from his trip to Mint Eye with Seven, but both of your smileswere wide and bright.

His hand ran over the image beforehe flipped to the next page. You watched as he went through pictures of yourfirst date, all the way to the end, which is when he proposed. “That’s her,” Hebreathed, tearing up at the image of the two of you with your arms wrappedtightly around the other, wide smiles on your faces. “Yoosung, look at me.” Hedoes, and tears start to free-fall down his face as he connects two and two.“Oh, my precious MC.” The photo album in front of him was long forgotten andfell to the floor as he quickly engulfed you in his arms, a sob shaking hisbody. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he chanted into your chest, shaking his headsadly.

“Yoosung, don’t be. You couldn’tcontrol that you lost memory of me. Let’s just be glad you remembered and moveforward, okay?” He moved back to look at you, a beaming smile on his face andcheeks shiny with tears. Yours must have matched his as he pressed his lips toyours, and your heart exploded with the feelings you had to hold in for thepast few weeks. It would all be fine now. It would be hard, but now that heremembered, you felt like you could tackle the world.

Zen

It wasthe opening of his newest musical, and you were there, front row, ready tocheer him on as his biggest fan. He was so passionate about this role, as heplayed the role of a knight saving a damsel in distress, just like he wanted tobe to you. (I’m sorry I’m not creative aah) When he came out, your heartsoared. He knew exactly where you were, because he made sure you sat in thesame spot for every performance you went to. He locked eyes multiple times withyou, and would send you a little wink or discreet wave, which you gladlyreturned.

At theend, everyone stood up and cheered for the actors and actresses standing out onthe stage bowing. Zen had a wide smile stuck on his face as he waved to thecrowd. You cheered as loud as you could, but it quickly turned to a scream ofhorror as you watched a light hanging above Zen come loose, tumbling throughthe air as if in slow motion, and landing square on top of your boyfriend,knocking him to the floor.

Youwere up on the stage in an instant, tuning out the cries and screams of thepeople in the crowd and the cast. All you could hear was your heart pounding inyour ears. You kneeled down next to Zen, who was barely conscious. “Zen! Oh mygod, someone call an ambulance! Now!” You screeched at the gaping cast members nextto him, who seemed to be in a daze. You repeated it when nobody immediatelyacted, pulling his head gently into your lap while tears started to fall freelydown your cheeks. Finally, a girl standing nearby acts, running backstagequickly and returning, a phone pressed to one ear and a finger plugging theother as she frantically spoke to the person on the other line. “You’ll befine, you’ll be fine, don’t leave me damnit!” You cried out to Zen, whose eyeswere slowly drooping. He was bleeding where the light hit him in the head, andit was getting on your pants and stuck to your hands, but you couldn’t careless.

It gotquieter as security forced everyone out of the auditorium, but it quicklyfilled with the sound of static and shouting as paramedics filed in, rushing toZen. He tried to protest when you were forced away from him, but was so weak,he couldn’t. It broke your heart to watch him in so much pain, and you triedmultiple times to get to him. Eventually, two policemen had to hold you back sothe paramedics could load him on a stretcher to be taken out.

As theypassed by you, he raised a hand weakly towards you and opened his mouth as ifto call out to you, but no sound came out, and his hand fell limp on thestretcher as he gave into the pain and shut his eyes. The last image you had ofhim was of him being wheeled out of the auditorium. As soon as the backs of theparamedics wheeling him out were gone, you let out a bone-chilling cry thatechoed throughout the mostly empty area.

Youweren’t allowed to go with him in the ambulance as you weren’t immediate family,so you met him at the hospital. You hadn’t needed to call the RFA, this wasalready all over the news: The rising actor Zen injured in stage accident!There was no need to call; they promptly showed up and joined you in thewaiting room. To try and keep yourself occupied, you alternated between socialmedia apps until Seven noticed and promptly took your phone away, insistingthat was making it all worse; he was right. All that it was doing was makingyou feel nauseous and dizzy seeing all the posts about your boyfriend.

When anurse came out and told them he was awake and could have a visitor, you shotup. Nobody stopped you; they could see how worried you were, and weren’t aboutto stop you. The nurse led you past the nurse’s station and down a seeminglyendless hallway. Finally, the woman stopped in front of a room marked 1106. Youwere stopped when you tried to open the door, and said, “I must warn you, miss,he does seem to have a case of traumatic amnesia. He may or may not rememberyou, so just be prepared, okay?”

Amnesia?He couldn’t forget you, no, he wouldn’t. He loved you, which would be enough,of course.

You nodded and twisted the knob, practicallyfalling into the room. He had a bandage around his head, but other than that,he was there. He was Zen; he was your Zen-

“Huh, Ididn’t know they were letting fans visit. And why is there blood on your pants?”The words ran your blood cold. The nurse had warned you, but it didn’t makethis hurt more. It didn’t help that you told yourself he would remember you,further fueling your false hope. “…I’m glad you are okay, Zen. I’m so, so glad.” The words were barely audible,but filled with sadness. You took one last glance at him, his head cocked tothe side and eyes staring at you inquisitively, and left. You walked back tothe waiting room and collapsed into a seat, burying your head into your hands.When a pair of arms wrapped around you, a loud sob shook your body. It wasYoosung, not Zen. These weren’t the arms you craved. They were comforting, butit didn’t feel the same as hisreassuring, tight hugs you desperately needed.

Jaeheelet you stay at her place while Zen was in the hospital. You went back yoursand Zen’s house and left a note on the table after leaving the day of theaccident, describing what happened and who you were to him, in hopes that itwould spark some memory in his brain and bring him back to you. You took someclothes, your charger, and left.

On theday Zen was released, it was all over the news. You knew about it, there was noavoiding it. Jaehee was grinning the whole day after she saw, but the grin wastainted with worry. She must have had the same thoughts on her mind as you did.What would happen to you and Zen? Would he remember after being surrounded byyour belongings and after reading your note? What if he never remembered?

Whensomeone knocked on the door, you didn’t think much of it. Jaehee had orderedthe two of you takeout, so you sat dejectedly on her sofa, staring at the wallwhile waiting for her to bring in the mediocre food. But when Jaehee gasped,and you heard his voice calling out your name, you ripped the blanket off andran to greet him.

He looked healthy, alive, and so Zen. It wasn’t the one who called you a fan back in the hospital room;it was your Zen, waiting for you with arms wide open and tears flowing down hischeeks. You collapsed into him, and his arms wrapped around you tightly whilehe pressed his face into your hair and whispered words of love and apology. Theyweren’t Yoosung’s arms, they were Zen’s. They were the ones you’ve been cravingfor the last week. You were home.

[mysticalfriends]

ANYTHING WITH ANGST

This was very general, so I took it and ran lol. Gather the tissues anon, you may need them I definitely did rip

-Mod Sarin

Letting Go

Pairing: Saeran x MCRating: angsty angst angstWords: 1,956Note: Saeran is in a healthier state of mind, as over four years have passed since the Secret ends. MC never was with Saeyoung, and instead started dating Saeran. The writing itself doesn’t include any spoilers for the secret ends, so don’t worry about that if you haven’t take them yet!Trigger Warning: Mention of death/blood

The snow beneath his feet crunched as he approached the place he had been avoiding for over half a year. His stomach churned and his hands grew clammy as he clutched the one thing he had left to give her in his hand: the engagement ring he was to give her before she… before she left him.

The day was chilly and dark; thick blankets of grey clouds masked the sunlight and the air was nippy, turning the tips of his ears, the tip of his nose, and his cheeks bright red. He almost didn’t come. He had been arguing with himself ever since the day she left him for good whether or not to. On one hand, he was her boyfriend- well, ex boyfriend. He loved her, so seeing her one last time would have been respectful, kind. On the other hand, she was gone. She moved on to a new life without him. He was scared to visit, as it would bring back memories and thoughts he had worked so hard to shove to the back of his mind.

He nearly turned around when the entrance appeared ahead of him. The wrought-iron gate, opened with its intricate patterns weaved throughout, looked like something from a horror movie, at least to him. He slowed his pace to try and collect himself before he reached her.

He paused outside the gates, staring in. The grass was covered with snow. Well, everything was covered in a thick layer of white. It made everything look much brighter than it was. He hated it.

With a deep breath, he clutched the ring box in his right pocket and walked in. He tried hard to control his breathing and keep it slow like he learned in therapy, but it was difficult, especially as he approached her.

There. There she was. He stopped in front of her and crouched down, brushing some snow off the top of the stone marking her final resting place. The headstone was beautiful and simple; Just her full name, as well as a few words engraved underneath and two sunflowers and a butterfly on the side. It was appropriate, as being with her felt like summer to him.  His eyes read the epitaph carefully. It was very simple, like everything else. “The sun shined brighter and warmer because she was here.” His brother tried and tried to get him to help with something involving her death, but he selfishly refused. His mindset was if he didn’t deal with it, it wouldn’t be real. He fooled himself for over six months that she would come home again, that she would grace his life one again with her warm light. Of course, it never would happen. She was snatched from him, like everything else in his life was. He regretted not being the one to choose what her epitaph read, but he thought his brother did good choosing.

Saeran lowered himself to sit cross-legged in front of the stone and pressed a gloved hand to the freezing surface, closing his eyes, imagining her. It didn’t even register in his mind that the cold snow was seeping into his pants. Even if he had registered it, he wouldn’t have cared.

“MC,” he murmured, tracing the letters of her name with his covered fingertips. “Why did you have to leave me alone? Why did you do it?” He half expected her to respond, or to feel something, like a warm brush of a hand on his damp cheeks, or arms wrapping around him. But, he only felt nothing, heard nothing at all. Not even the slightest trace of her scent came to him. What had she smelled like? It had been so long since he smelled anything with her scent. It had faded from the pillow she had slept on beside him. Her clothes smelled of nothing anymore. He had nothing of her scent anymore. Oh, how he wished he could smell it again!

Memories he had suppressed started rushing back to him, at first a small trickle, but gradually coming in choking waves. He thought of first meeting her, how she had been so persistent and kind even as he yelled at her and shoved her away. He thought of the first time they went out. He had been so nervous, shaking and stuttering half the night, and she took it in stride, suggesting they leave the nice restaurant he reserved for them and get takeout to eat while stargazing in the park. They didn’t even order their drinks before they left. He remembered their first kiss, how she had gently pressed her lips to his for a second, and just that made his stomach explode and his heart flutter. He remembered their first real fight, and how horrible he felt for even thinking she was cheating on him with her coworker. It lasted two days, and at the end, he apologized sincerely, and they spent the night cuddling and making up for the lost two days. Finally, he thought about their last moments together, not realizing that it was. Everything had been perfect; just the two of them lying together in bed watching some rom-com she insisted on watching. He had whined about it, and regretted it deeply. He had made a comment about wanting ice cream, and she got up and left without batting an eye or complaining.

“MC, MC, MC,” he cried softly, tears openly cascading down his face for the first time since the news had come that she had died in a drunk driving accident. She had just been walking home from the store, crossing the street when it told her to and some drunk idiot hit her and drove off, leaving her to bleed out in the middle of the street. They never caught the guy or the car who had done it, as it was late at night that it happened, and he still was filled with hatred for the man that took the only good thing away from him. He saw red when he thought of her last moments, how scary they must have been laying alone in the street late at night. He also saw red, because if he hadn’t whined about wanted the stupid tub of ice cream from the corner store, she wouldn’t have left, and would still be alive. Or, he should have gone with her, and got hit instead. Or, they should have got it when they went to the grocery store earlier in the day. He should have, he should have, he should have. .

“Come back, please, MC! I don’t know how to live without you anymore. Everything is so… dark. I’ve been having the bad thoughts again, MC, the ones you used to help me chase away. Help me, please.” Only the bone-chilling wind answered. He was utterly alone, weeping in front of the stone that marked his dead girlfriend’s grave.

His brother and the RFA had all tried their best to distract him from her absence, and he had allowed them to do so. It worked, but now, he didn’t want to pretend that she was still alive. He didn’t want to pretend what happened to her didn’t happen. He didn’t want to do any of it, especially for her. It wasn’t fair to her for him to pretend what happened never did. He needed to move on, for her sake. She wouldn’t have wanted to see him crying like this in front of her grave. She had always told him was so strong, and up until then since her death, he hadn’t exhibited that for her. He wanted, no, needed, to be strong, for her sake. He wouldn’t shy away from her memory anymore; he would cherish it, cherish the time he had with her, and move on. He would do it for her, who he hoped was watching over him.

Saeran took his hand off the stone and swiped his hands over his cheeks to rid them of the tears. A strange calm had come over him, almost as if something in him that had been torturing him  had shook loose and fell away. It felt… good, to not feel that nagging anger and sadness anymore. He had carried it for the entire six months and twenty-two days she had been gone, and finally, it was gone. He felt lighter than before. Sure, he was still sad. His other half was gone, but he felt he could go on now that he had visited her.

Biting his lip softly, he reached into his pocket and withdrew the black velvet ring box he had carried with him. His hands absentmindedly twisted it around as his eyes scrutinized her headstone once again. Finally, after a few moments, he looked at the box and opened it gently. The ring glittered against the black cushion despite the lack of sunlight. It was simple, a rose gold thin band with a rose pattern carefully encasing the small jewel at the center. She had expressed how much she loved roses, and he wanted to give her something as unique and beautiful as her. It was expensive, and he knew she wouldn’t have approved of the price, but he didn’t care. He would have given her the world if he could have.

“This was for you, MC. I… I was going to give it to you to make you mine, forever, but that didn’t happen. You were the one thing I had that made me genuinely happy in life, my one bright spot in a world of darkness and despair. I don’t know if you can hear me, and I know if you were here, you would probably laugh at me for being so emotional, but that won’t happen again. I’ve accepted it. Thank you for an amazing four years, MC. I’ll cherish them for the rest of my life. Thank you for saving me, for accepting me and my ugly scars, for making me the happiest man in the world. I love you.” Taking one last look at the ring glittering innocently in the box, he shut it, squeezing his eyes shut before setting it delicately on top of the headstone and standing. “I’ll visit often from now on. I’m sorry I waited so long. Good bye, MC.” He readjusted his coat and tightened his scarf around his neck before getting his phone out to text Saeyoung that he was ready to leave.

He got to the gates of the cemetery and looked back at the headstone, her final resting spot, with the little box looking like a speck of dirt on the top. He could have sworn he saw her image standing there beside the stone, one hand resting on top of the box and the other raised and waving slowly. Her smile was lively, he could tell even from the entrance, and her hair twisted and danced in the wind. She looked as beautiful as the last day he saw her, and it made his heart clench. She seemed to be passing him a message with her smile, what it was he wasn’t sure about, but he knew it. Maybe something of encouragement? He squeezed his eyes shut, and when he opened them again, she was gone. With a shake of his head and a fleeting smile, he left.

Once his brother appeared in his car, he slid gratefully into the leather passenger seat and reached for the heat. “How are you doing?” Saeyoung asked his brother softly, pulling away from the curb and heading in the direction of the bunker. A small smile turned Saeran’s lips up as he glanced in the mirror at the fading cemetery.

“Good, I’m good. Let’s go home, Saeyoung.”

[izakiisdead]

INTRODUCTION

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Hello !! I'm izakiisdead (izaki for short) and I write fan fictions,one shots and scenarios. I go by he/him pronouns. requests are on my bio, just click the 'ask me anything' button. I will only post 2 times a week (friday and saturday) if im feeling generous I might do 3 post a week !!

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＞Male reader 「M!reader」 and Gender Neutral reader 「GN!reader」

＞ Male x M!/gn!reader

＞Sfw (Safe for work ♡) and slight Nsfw (Not safe for work ☆)

＞Characters from video games and anime (video games and animes will be listed down below)

＞Crossovers, different AUs and poly relationships.

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＞Female reader 「F/fem!reader」, because I want this to be a place for m!reader and nb!reader because theres not much out there.

＞Weird (in my perspective) kinks.

＞Pedophilia

＞Incest

＞adult x minor (this includes teacher x student)

＞angst (my heart cant handle angst too well but time will tell when i finally have the courage to write angst)

＞crazy yanderes (but soft yanderes are fine)

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＞My hero academia (MHA)

＞Assassination Classroom

＞Haikyuu

＞Demon Slayer/Kimetsu no yaiba (KNY)

＞Ouran High School Host Club (OHSHC)

＞The Disastrous Life of Saiki K.

＞Naruto/Naruto Shippuden

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＞Final Fantasy 15 (maybe some ff7 if you guys want some but ff15 bcz idk much about ff7 LMAO)

＞Yandere Simulator (including those non existence male rivals and yandere kun bcz I LOVE THEM)

＞Genshin Impact

＞Mystic Mesenger

＞Ensemble stars (maybe ? idk)

＞Stardew Valley

＞Street Fighter IV

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＞Creepypasta

＞Vocaloid (including genderbends)

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＞Nagisa boyfriend scenarios part 1 !!

＞ Soft!Yandere!Itona Horibe x Oblivious!Male!Reader

＞Masky x GenderNeutral!Reader x Hoodie

＞Karma Akabane x GenderNeutral!Reader

＞Headcanons : Denki Kaminari x Idol!Male Reader

＞Nightmare Comfort ! Sam x Male reader !

＞B-BUNNY EARS ?!?! Team 7 x Bunny!Male reader

＞Festive Love. Naruto Uzumaki x Silent!Male Reader

＞Headcanons : Ken Masters x Male Reader

＞''I'll love you either way !'' Sam (stardew valley) x Trans!Male reader

＞Headcanons : Denki Kaminari x Ghost!Male reader

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I think thats all ! If you're wondering about AUs, any AUs are fine !! :DD

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[foxyotomelady]

It wasn’t supposed to be, Chapter X (JuminxOC/Reader)

Author’s notes:

Just be aware of angst and much of feels ;-;

Chapter I | Chapter II | Chapter III | Chapter IV | Chapter V | Chapter VI | Chapter VII | Chapter VIII | Chapter IX |  Chapter X (You are here) | Chapter XI | Chapter XII | Chapter XIII | Chapter XIV | Chapter XV | Chapter XVI |

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Jumin had no idea how to deal with all this. It was even worse than when Riyu went out to meet with Jaehee and Zen. Then he could convince himself that his anxiety was groundless. Now... He had reason to be worried. He couldn't stop thinking that Riyu was with his father now. He couldn't stop wondering what they were doing together... The girl was very determined in her goal, so he was afraid even more... What she was able to force herself to do?  When Assistant Kang entered his office, he did not even look at her, leaning over the desk, hands dug into his hair.  "Mr. Han?"  "Yes?" He still wasn't looking at her.  "You have a meeting in a moment, sir. You don't look well..."  "Start the meeting without me. I will join in about fifteen minutes."  "Mr. Han... I don't know what's going on, but... Can I help you somehow?"  He must have looked really bad since even she was asking about his well-being. "You don't need to worry, Assistant Kang. I'm just fed up with my father and his new woman."  "Riyu...? But I thought you two were getting along, sir... "  Jumin waved his hand, "Never mind. You can leave, Assistant Kang."  Jumin waited for Jaehee to leave his office and dialed Seven's number. "Jumin?" Seven asked in surprise when he picked up the phone. "I have a task for you. Check Riyu's parents for me."  Seven laughed maniacally, "Bold of you to assume that I didn't check on them already." "And what did you find?"  "Surprisingly not much," Luciel's voice suddenly became serious. "Almost as if they don't exist. The only thing I could dig out was that they aren't her biological parents, Riyu was adopted."  That was surprising and important news, but it couldn't help him at all. Jumin sighed, "Don't stop looking and keep me posted."  "Juju, is something wrong going on?"  Jumin didn't answer. He hung up.

Riyu grimaced in the smile when Mr. Chairman insisted that she should try on another expensive dress - of course, one that was in his taste. She did not need all this but she knew that she would offend him if she constantly refused, so she humbly accepted every present. While they were walking from shop to shop, sudden thought crossed Riyu's mind. She could use Mr. Han's generosity for one good purpose.  "Mr. Han," She said sweetly and forced herself to put a hand on his shoulder. "I have one wish."  "Wish, my dear? I will fulfill any of your wishes."  "Some time ago, I and Jumin found puppies abandoned in the park. One of them is still looking for a home. Could I adopt him? Of course, when he is old enough. I would like to know if you would not mind his presence at home when we’ll live together."  "Of course, darling. You can have any animal you want, any breed you choose."  Riyu shook her head, "I just want to adopt this little mongrel." "You have a big and soft heart, haven't you? No wonder my son liked you."  Riyu laughed nervously. She wasn't sure if Mr. Chairman hadn't said it ironically. Perhaps he really suspected something...  In the evening, when they returned to the hotel, Riyu hoped to escape to her room, but Mr. Han insisted that they spend supper together, as he was going abroad again tomorrow. The supper went quietly, though awkwardly, until the old man began to behave suggestively.  "Come, sit closer." When she reluctantly listened to him, he poured her a drink into her glass, although she did not ask for it. "Have a drink," He insisted. "You are very tense."  Her hands were shaking as she drank in small sips and sometimes just dipped her mouth in a liquid to pretend to drink. Mr. Han was definitely more insistent than the previous evening, and it frightened her more and more. She almost choked when he put his hand on her thigh. "Relax, I won't do anything. I just want you to get used to my touch as you said."  Riyu was sitting stiffly and told herself not to cry. The old man did nothing more, just kept his hand in place. "I'm not a bad person and I can give you everything you want."  "I know that, Mr. Han," She whispered weakly and he finally took his hand away. "Go to bed, my dear. You are tired." Riyu blinked and dared to look at his face. Mr. Chairman looked lost in his thoughts, maybe even... sad? Was he beginning to doubt the sincerity of her feelings? Not good, she couldn't let that happen. She got up from the sofa, put down the empty glass and smiled sweetly at the old man, "Goodnight, Mr. Han. I would like to say goodbye to you tomorrow at the airport." That was all she could manage before she escaped into her room and closed the door behind her. After she took a shower - she had a second bathroom attached to the room - and changed into a nightgown, she hid under the covers and grabbed the phone. She wrote a message to Jumin. Tomorrow your father is going abroad again. I'll say goodbye to him at the airport tonight and go back to your apartment... If it's still an option. During this time, which Riyu spent with Mr. Chairman, she did not have many opportunities to contact Jumin. They exchanged rough messages sporadically, as they do now. The whole RFA had no idea where she was now. Jumin wrote back after a long moment. I'll send someone for you, just give me the exact time tomorrow. How's Elizabeth the 3rd? Does she miss me? She meows more often than usual, so I think so. I can't wait to see her again. Ah, Jumin, I'm adopting the last puppy. Your father agreed to keep the dog at home when I'll live with him. I understand. I'm glad the puppy found a home. Elizabeth the 3rd tells you a good night. Sweet dreams for you both ^^ Riyu... If something bad happens, don't hesitate to inform me. I'll send someone immediately. I know that, Jumin. Do not worry about me.

The next day Riyu and Mr. Chairman spent this day walking together, shopping and having dinner. It was surprisingly... No, she wouldn't say nice. But certainly not as terrible as the previous day. The old man kept his hands to himself, did not insist on closeness. It pleased her, but on the other hand, worried her - she could not let him lose interest in her. But so far, she had to do practically nothing so that he would be interested in her - nothing but smiles and kind words. That's why she had no idea what to do now. She wasn't a gold-digger. She had no... experience. The evening came quickly. The only time when Mr. Chairman touched her this day was at the airport when they were saying goodbye to each other - he kissed her hand - she could bear it. Driver Kim arrived for her and as she drove in the direction of Jumin's building, she felt immense relief, interspersed with stress. She was glad that she no longer had to spend time with the old man, but she was also afraid of how Jumin would react to her sight. She would not be surprised if he began to avoid her. Actually, it would be better for both of them... The security guard helped her with a suitcase and a bag of presents from Mr. Han. They rode the elevator in silence, and then Riyu insisted that he leave her packages at the door of the apartment. She didn't want him to accompany her when she'll meet Jumin. She took a deep breath, opened the door with her card, which she had received from Jumin some time ago, and came with packages inside. She set the suitcase down against the wall, the bag of presents still in her hand when Jumin faced her. They looked at each other in silence, and Riyu felt her heart beating painfully. Jumin looked somehow different... As if he was terribly tired. Did she do this to him? Did he sleep badly because of her? "Let me help you with that," He said suddenly and approached her to reach for the bag she was still holding. They found themselves very close together, Jumin's hand touched her hand, instead of taking the bag handle from her, his fingers gently wrapped around hers. Riyu shuddered, she was overcome with such strong emotions that she dropped her bag. It was as if someone had cut her legs suddenly, she almost felt weak. She clung to Jumin and hugged him tightly. "It was awful... It was a nightmare... I can't, I can't do this anymore... But I have to... Jumin, I don't want to marry your father... You were right all the time... I don't want to do this... But I have to! " She didn't want to cry either, but tears ran down her cheeks and she couldn't stop them. "Shh..." Jumin stroked her hair and back. "Has my father done you any harm?" Riyu shook her head, cuddling it in his chest, "No, no... But just his touch ...His presence alone..." "Shh... Don't think about it," He gently cupped her cheeks. Riyu took a step back, instinctively, looked up at him. Jumin leaned forward, and this time neither of them stopped what they both desperately wanted. He kissed her gently, slowly, probably tasted her tears that were still flowing from her eyes. She clenched her fingers on his shirt and sobbed as the kiss deepened. "Jumin... We can't..." "I don't care anymore," He said in a low voice and closed her mouth with a much more passionate kiss. Riyu stood on her toes to embrace his neck, sank her hand in the hair on his neck, pulled him closer. Jumin held her back with one hand and wandered her waist with the other. Suddenly she felt the wall behind her back, clung to it, struggling to cope with the passion that had awakened between them. No one has ever kissed her like that... "Don't cry..." Jumin whispered at her lips, wiping tears from her cheeks. "Talk to me and let me help you." She looked into his eyes sadly, "I can't, Jumin. It's too risky, even for you." Jumin closed his eyelids, sighed, then pulled her close to him in a tight embrace.

Mewing interrupted them. Riyu looked down and saw Elizabeth sitting at their feet, "Elizabeth!" She bent to take the cat in her arms and hugged her tightly.  Jumin smiled, "Have you had dinner yet? If not, I will gladly accompany you."  Jumin ordered food and soon they ate together as always. None of them wanted to talk about what had happened over the last few days. They just enjoyed each other presence. "What would you say for a movie night?" Jumin suggested when they finished eating.  "It's a brilliant idea! What will we watch?"  "It doesn't matter."  Riyu decided to take a shower before they start the seans. When refreshed and dressed in a nightgown she left the bathroom and went to the living room, she found Jumin sleeping on the sofa. His shirt was loose, his hair messy. He must have fallen asleep here while he was waiting for her. Riyu approached him quietly and sat carefully next to him. She caressed his temple. Now she saw the dark circles under his eyes.  "I'm so sorry, Jumin... You deserve so much more," She whispered under her breath. "I wish I meet you in different circumstances." "Riyu..?" Jumin mumbled slowly, then rubbed his eyes. "Ah, yes, our movie night."  Riyu leaned forward to kiss his forehead, "Don't be silly. You're exhausted. We'll do it another time."  Jumin nodded, his eyes closing again, "Lie with me."  Riyu smiled affectionately, "Let me just bring a blanket." Riyu quickly found the blanket, returned to Jumin, lay down next to him, and covered them with fluffy material. Jumin put his arms around her waist and she buried her head in his chest and took a deep breath. And just like that, in each other embrace, they fell asleep, Elizabeth the 3rd in their feet.

[foxyotomelady]

It wasn’t supposed to be, Chapter XI (JuminxOC/Reader)

Author’s notes:

Extremely long chapter :o

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Jumin woke up in pain. Sleeping on the sofa turned out to be not a very good idea, but for several days he had not slept so tight. Holding Riyu in his arms, he could even sleep on the floor. The girl was still sleeping, he stroked her hair gently, not wanting to wake her up. Then, to his disappointment, his phone rang. Jumin reached out to look for it on the little table nearby. Riyu twitched, murmured something, but still did not wake up. Jumin frowned when he saw that was his father calling. He picked up, "Yes?"  "Good morning, son. Has Riyu arrived safely at your home? She doesn't answer my calls."  "Yes, she is with me. Safe. She probably left the phone in her room again." And now she sleeps peacefully in my arms, far away from you, He wanted to add, but he only said it in his thoughts. "She watched television late at night yesterday and fell asleep in the living room."  He couldn't remember the last time he lied to his father. Maybe when he was a child? Or maybe never before? 

"Is that why you whisper?" Asked the old man.  "Yes, I don't want to wake her up." "I have to admit that I didn't expect you two to like each other so much..."  Jumin narrowed his eyes, "Is this isn't what you wanted?" He asked coldly.  "Well, I wanted you to get along, yes."  "And we get along pretty well."  "I understand," His father's voice also sounded harsh. "I would like to talk to you about something."  "Now? I'm leaving for work soon."  "Do you really think Riyu loathes my touch?" He asked as if he hadn't heard him at all.

Jumin clenched his jaw and took a deep breath through his nose. Of course you disgust her. How can you expect anything different? He thought, but said something else, "This is not the right time for such a conversation."  "I was hoping to spend the last evening more intimately with her, but she looked scared as soon as I touched her."  Jumin was filled with icy rage, the fingers of his hand clenched into a fist, "I'm not interested in yours... No, as you wish, I'll tell you what I think. You are stupid, father. What did you expect? That a girl so young that might be your daughter, will want any intimacy with you?" His father was silent. Jumin felt that Riyu moved under his arm, he glanced at her - she was awake. "Goodbye, father," He said sharply and hung up. How long did she listen? She was probably not pleased that he kept convincing his father that he is not at all good match for her. She must marry him, she kept saying, she must... "Jumin?" There was a concern in her voice. She reached with one hand to touch his cheek. "You look different..." He grabbed her hand hard, then pined it roughly above her head, not really sure why he did this. But he was... so mad. Riyu was looking at him in shock. "I'll do anything to stop this ridiculous marriage of you and my father, you want it or not. I'll find a way to help you, whatever the problem is, you want it or not. And whatever happens, just remember one thing. You are mine and mine only." It seemed like she was about to say something, her eyes narrowed, but he forcefully closed her lips with a strong kiss. She moaned into his mouths like she was out of her breath, but it didn't stop him - on the contrary, it encourages him even more. She arched her back beneath him, their bodies pressed against each other. Riyu whimpered when he tightened the grab of her hand, now clenching his fingers at her wrist. Their kiss deepened, her free hand was pushing at his chest, but it was so weak push, as if she wasn't sure what she wants - to stop him or not. Then he moved his lips to her neck and sucked at her skin. She moaned in great pleasure. "Ah, Jumin... Wait..." Her hand - the one in his grip - was shaking, and with the other one, she was digging her fingers in the material of his shirt. He pulled up and looked at her face. Her eyes were closed, her breath hot and shaky. And when she finally looked back at him, he saw... a fright in her eyes? Jumin froze, blinked... Did he really looked and behaved so differently than usually? So different that she was scared of him? He didn't want it... He didn't want her to be afraid of him, but .. he was so angry that he couldn't control it. He closed his eyes, tried in vain to calm down.  "Jumin? Are you okay?" Riyu asked in a weak voice. He felt even worse. He was so rough with her that she got scared of him, but even so, she was still worried.  "I'm sorry..." He whispered and kissed her forehead. "I should get ready for work and leave." He slowly released her from his arms, and when he got up and she sat down still slightly confused, he wrapped her in a blanket.  "Won't you have breakfast with me?" She asked.  "I don't have an appetite," In his mind's eyes there was a picture of Riyu flinching at the touch of his father and he knew he would not swallow any food.

Riyu ate breakfast alone, only with Elizabeth on her lap - and she shared tasty bites of food with her. She remembered what happened in the early morning. She was worried about the conversation Jumin had with his father. She only heard its parts and ending. Mr. Chairman, however, had to say something that extremely upset Jumin. The way he kissed her, the way he spoke to her... She had never seen him like this before. She had dealt with his anger before - at this unfortunate karaoke party for example - but this time it was something more... It wasn't just anger. She felt as if he wanted to own her. It was a bit scary, but... She bit her lip as a pleasant shiver ran down her body, down between her thighs, which she immediately clenched. She took a breath and buried her face in her hand, embarrassed by what she felt. Also, because of everything that was happening, Riyu felt miserable. She was almost angry that she let these feelings wake up between them - for they would only lead to their suffering. She didn't want and couldn't involve Jumin into all the fuss, her parents and the people they knew were too dangerous - she could only do what they wanted from her. She felt like she was suffocating - she couldn't make Jumin safe and happy at the same time, she had to choose one. And she could only try to repay his kindness with small deeds... That's how she came up with an idea. She searched the kitchen and prepared a boxed breakfast from the products she found. It was nothing special and she was afraid it wouldn't be tasty enough, as Jumin usually ate quite exclusive dishes.  She informed Driver Kim that she wanted to go to Jumin's company. She dressed normally as she didn't want to wear any of the dresses that Mr. Chairman had bought her. When she reached the company, she was greeted by surprised Jaehee.  "Riyu? What are you doing here?"  Riyu raised the box and smiled uncertainly, "Jumin did not eat breakfast at home, so I brought it to him."  Jaehee continued to look at her with eyes wide open, then nodded, "I understand. Please, follow me." Before Jaehee let her into Jumin's office, she informed him of her arrival. Then she left them alone. Jumin was no less surprised than Jaehee when Riyu entered.  "I brought you breakfast," she explained and picked up the box again.  "Breakfast? Riyu, I can order the dish I want, here at the office. Do you want to tell me you went all this way to bring me breakfast?"  Riyu made an offended face, "You're welcome?"  "I'm sorry..." Jumin rose from behind the desk. "I just..."  When Jumin was looking for the right words, Riyu came up to him and handed him the box, "I made it myself, so I'm sorry if you won't like it..."  "You made it for me?"  Riyu chuckled, "I just said that." "No one has ever done food for me just like that..." She smiled, "And how does it feel?" Jumin looked up at her, "Really nice. I must thank you properly." Jumin put the box on the desk and took a step closer. Riyu felt her heart start beating faster.  "You haven't even try it..." She whispered, looking away.  "You made it for me, so I will definitely like it." Jumin grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer, then gently raised her chin with his hand. "Jumin... Can we really do this?" She asked quietly, staring in his steely eyes. "You don't love my father anyway." "Yes, but... What is our relationship?" "Whatever you want it to be." She knew it was all just... wrong. That if they continue this, they will only suffer more. But when Jumin leaned down and their lips met, she couldn't help herself. Their kiss quickly became passionate, Riyu clenched her hands on his chest to somehow deal with the emotions shaking her now. Jumin pressed against her until the back of her legs came into contact with the desk. Then he embraced her and put her on it. "Just remember one thing..." Jumin said in a low voice, right next to her lips. "You're mine." She didn't answer, she just grabbed his tie and pulled him down. This time the kiss almost took her breath, she moaned, and with her free hand leaned on the desk behind her - accidentally pushing some documents on the floor. Jumin's hands fell on her hips, he pulled the bottom of her body to him, and she wrapped her legs around him. Jumin growled, not interrupting their ardent kiss, as she brushed against his crotch. The sweet warmth arose between her thighs again... Suddenly, the office door opened. Riyu managed to only withdraw her head from Jumin’s, but they both remained in an unequivocal position. "Mr. Han, I have some documents to sign-" Jaehee froze as she looked up from the documents and fixed her gaze on them. "O-oh..." Riyu realized she was still holding Jumin by his tie. She quickly loosened her grip and remembered equally quickly that no one but Zen knew about her feelings for Jumin. And certainly, no one, not even Zen, knew what was happening between the two of them. Jumin stepped back from her, composed as always and she slipped off the desk. "Leave the documents here, Assistant Kang," He said, adjusting his cuffs. "I'll deal with it later." Jaehee stared at the floor as she quickly approached the desk and laid the pile of documents on it. "Jaehee, it's not what you think, I..." Riyu wanted to say something that would fix this situation, but there was obviously nothing that could convince Jaehee it was simply a misunderstanding. The short-haired woman left the office in a hurry without looking back and closed the door behind her. Riyu felt that standing there, shocked, she was starting to turn red. Jumin chuckled under his breath. She blinked and looked at him sideways, "This is not funny!" "But you surely look cute when blushing," He said an kissed her, surprisingly gently, at the top of her head. Riyu buried her face in her hands, "God! What does she have to think about me now?" "About us," Jumin corrected her. "But does it really matter?"

A day passed from this awkward event. At that time, V finally decided when the party would take place. They had two weeks to prepare. Riyu took care of sending date information to all the guests she had messaged with so far. She spent the whole morning on this, and when she finished, she logged in the chat room to tell others. [Riyu has entered the chat room] Zen: Riyu! You haven't logged in for a while. Riyu: Well... I didn't get a chance to tell anyone but... Riyu: Mr. Chairman came back for a few days and I had to spend that time with him. Zen: I see... [Jaehee Kang has entered the chat room] Jaehee Kang: Mr. Han didn't tell me his father was back. Jaehee Kang: but now I understand why he was so devastated. Jaehee Kang: At least I think I understand... Zen: Um ;;; Riyu: A-anyways! Riyu: I informed all the guests about when the party takes place. Zen: So it's official! Zen: We're having a party again~!

Zen: Riyu, can I talk to you over the phone for a minute? Riyu: Sure? [Zen has left the chat room] Wondering what this might be about, Riyu waited for Zen to call her. "Yes?" She asked after she picked up. "Riyu... Does Jaehee know something I don't know? I don't want to be nosy... But I'm just freaking out now..." Riyu felt her cheeks getting hotter, "I don't know if you want to hear it, Zen..." "Argh~! When you say that, I'm even more worried." Riyu began to curl a strap of hair around her finger, "Well... Jumin and I... We..." She took a deep breath. "Jaehee caught us in the office while we... Um..." "WHAT? What do you mean she caught us? What were you two doing?! In the freaking office?!" "Zen, calm down!" Her whole face was burning now. "We didn't do... not what you think, okay? We were just... kissing." She mumbled the last word, embarrassed. Zen made a strange sound, "God, you were right, I didn't want to hear it!" "I hope Jaehee... No, I know her. She's not that kind of person who would tell Mr. Chairman about us." Zen was quiet for a moment, "So you are still determined to marry this old guy?" "I have to, Zen. You know why." "I know I won't convince you... But I still think you should tell others. Maybe together we could somehow help you." Riyu shook her head instinctively, "It's too dangerous. I don't want to risk either Jumin's or any of your lives." She did not tell Zen everything, but she had already explained to him that her parents are in contact with very dangerous people and would not hesitate to reach for their services if only she tries to rebel. "Argh~! It's really hard for me - to know all this, to know in what a nasty situation you are and not to be able to help you in any way. You must know that I can barely resist telling others." "I'm sorry, Zen. I'm sorry I burdened you with this knowledge." "No, no, don't apologize. It's good that you told me. You can't be alone with all this."

Jumin was just reviewing the latest reports and signing documents when Jaehee entered his office. "You really should remember to knock, Assistant Kang. Then we would avoid situations like the last one," He said without looking up at her. Jaehee cleared her throat, "Yes, I'm sorry." Fortunately, she could still behave professionally, never once commented on the last situation. "I informed Mr. Chairman about the date of the party." Jumin froze. Now he looked at her, "What?" Jaehee adjusted her glasses, "Mr. Han, before we set the date, you told me that when we did, I should inform your father." In fact, he remembered now. He wanted his father to attend the party if he could manage time for it. It was the first party RFA f organized by a long time, which is why he cared about his presence. At the time, there wasn't all this complicated situation between him and Riyu. "Mr. Han," Jaehee started, "I know I shouldn't interfere, but... You don't want Mr. Chairman to come to the party because of Riyu, am I right?" Jumin frowned. And that was the end of her professionalism, "Yes," He answered shortly. Jaehee looked away, "This... thing between you two... Is this serious, sir?" "Yes." His assistant blinked as if she was extremely surprised. As if she expected a completely different answer. Suddenly Jumin began to worry if Riyu thinking the same way he did. Did he not tell her that their relationship could be anything she wanted? Now he was beginning to understand that he did not want it to be just anything…

[foxyotomelady]

It wasn’t supposed to be, Chapter IX (JuminxOC/Reader)

Author’s notes:

Extremely long chapter :o

Writing some scenes was uncomfortable and we're starting to get into a part of the story when things start to take a pretty bad turn. So bear with me.

Chapter I | Chapter II | Chapter III | Chapter IV | Chapter V | Chapter VI | Chapter VII | Chapter VIII | Chapter IX (You are here) | Chapter X | Chapter XI | Chapter XII | Chapter XIII | Chapter XIV | Chapter XV | Chapter XVI |

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Riyu woke up with a terrible headache and photophobia. She pressed her face into the pillow and didn't have the strength to move. She only remembered fragments of what was happening at the karaoke club yesterday night. She didn't know if it was a good or bad thing. She lay still for a long time before she decided to reach for the phone.  [Riyu has entered the chat room]  Riyu: uh ... hello?  707: hello!!! 707: how do you feel lololol  Riyu: my head is breaking in half, I have a desert in my throat and I can barely see these letters  707: lololol 707: but more importantly  707: do you remember what we achieve yesterday???!!!

707:

Riyu: um... no? Riyu: I have no idea what you're talking about 707: 

707: why?  707: we were SO great!!!  707: and you forgot?!  707: how could you?!  Riyu: I'm sorry? ^^ '  [Jumin Han has entered the chat room]  Jumin Han: Riyu, you're here.  Riyu: good morning, Jumin.  Jumin Han: You don't feel well?  Riyu: I have a nasty hangover...  Jumin Han: I just ordered breakfast for you.  Riyu: scrambled eggs and whole-grain bread?  Jumin Han: yes.  Riyu: you are amazing T-T Jumin Han: then why are you crying? 707: lololol Riyu: I'm moved to tears T-T Riyu: oh, I'm sorry, I have to go!  [Riyu has left the chat room]  Her phone vibrated and the screen showed that Mr. Chairman was just calling her. She immediately felt sick to her stomach. Pick up or ignore? She didn't want to talk to him, but if she doesn't, Mr. Chairman will probably call Jumin. And she caused him enough trouble... So she took a deep breath and picked up the phone, "Mr. Han! Good morning!" Only then did she discover how hoarse her voice was.  "You don't sound very good, my dear."  Riyu chuckled embarrassed, "I sang a lot yesterday, that's why..."  "And alcohol has nothing to do with it?" For the first time since she spoke to this old man, she heard anger in his voice. He was usually very nice to her. But well... she brings it upon herself.

"Um... Yes, I could drink a little too much yesterday... But Jumin was with me, so nothing bad happened."  Mr. Han sighed, "Riyu, darling, you know you can't rely on my son forever, right?" "I... yes, yes, I know. I'm sorry, nothing like that happens ever again! I behave like this because... I miss you, Mr. Han," She felt tears in her eyes as she forced herself to say that. At the same time, a memory came back to her mind - she and Jumin sitting on the sofa, her stupid idea to kiss his cheek, and then he who kissed her so close to her lips that she barely stopped herself from turning that kiss into a more intimate one... Her heart beat painfully when she realized how strongly she fell into the trap of feelings she has for Jumin. "Riyu? Riyu, can you hear me?"  She blinked, "I'm sorry... I was lost in my thoughts." "I was just saying that I know how to get rid off your loneliness," Mr. Chairman explained and Riyu froze in fear.  "Y-yes?" "I will be able to return to Korea for a few days, we can have dinner together, spend a few days at the hotel. What do you think?"  Riyu felt dizzy. Dinner? Hotel?! "That's... That's a fantastic idea!" "I knew you would like it."  "But... But, maybe we can take Jumin with us for dinner? I mean... Our last dinner together did not go well. Now, when we're getting along better, it will certainly be different. And we have to repay him somehow that he hosts me for such a long time. " "Hm... Yes, I think it's a good idea. I will contact you again darling and we will arrange the details. For now, I have to say goodbye." "Have a nice day, Mr. Han." Riyu hung up faster than she intended and stared blankly at the screen before realizing that she had two unread messages from Jumin on the phone. Riyu? Is everything all right? You suddenly disappeared. Riyu, I can't reach you. Please let me know if everything is all right. She pursed her lips so as not to cry, then responded to the message with trembling fingers. Your father called. He returns to Korea for a few days. He wants to take me to dinner and... I have to spend this time in a hotel with him. She waited an alarmingly long time for his response. Maybe Jumin was just busy? I understand. It was a very short message. Riyu felt a tightness in her heart. Jumin... I tell your father that I'd like you to accompany us to dinner. I know I am asking for much, but it would be easier for me if you were there. What else? Should I stay in a hotel with you two as well? Riyu blinked. She did not expect such a harsh answer. Jumin must have been angry with her. Of course he was angry. Of course she was hurting him now. But she had no choice, though she didn't feel good about it either. Before Riyu could think about what she should answer, she received another message. I apologize. I got unnecessarily angry. Of course I will accompany you to dinner if it is to help you. Thank you, Jumin. And I'm sorry. It was all too much for her. She felt like she couldn't cope with all of this anymore. But she had to endure somehow... She had to.

A few days passed since Jumin learned that his father planned to return to Korea for a few days. During this time he tried not to show how angry he was, how much he wanted all this to turn out to be an unfunny joke. He tried with all his might to deal with the pain that ripped his heart apart. However, there was an awkward atmosphere between him and Riyu all that time. Now, finally, the day of the dinner had arrived. Jumin was ready to leave and waited at the door for Riyu. When she joined him, he felt as if someone had hit him in the stomach. She looked... She looked just like his father would want her to look. Her dress in bright color was short, revealing neckline and shoulders in cutouts which were too bold for his taste. Riyu pulled the edge of the dress down, it was obvious that she felt very awkward in these pieces of material. She smiled wryly at him, "What do you think?" "My father will be pleased." Riyu looked down. Jumin immediately regretted his bitter comment, but he couldn't manage an apology. He was too... furious. Icily furious. He also noticed that the girl had a small suitcase with her, "What do you need it for?" "I didn't tell you? After dinner... I’m going with your father to the hotel..." Another hit straight to the stomach. "I understand." "Jumin... I..." She looked up suddenly, her eyes moist. "I don't know what to say..." "You don't have to say anything. You have no reason to explain to me. We should be leaving now or else we'll be late." They spent the road to the restaurant in silence. Jumin felt almost the same as he had felt when met her the first time. So... empty and angry. Almost... Because now she was no longer a stranger to him. They went to the table the waiter showed them. Jumin saw that the girl was making very uncertain steps as they approached his father. And when they were finally there, she was gray as paper. "Father," Jumin did not control the cold tone of his voice. "My son, my dear," The old man took the girl's hand and kissed its knuckles. Jumin had to catch his breath to control himself. Riyu chuckled stiffly and took her hand away quickly. "Mr. Han, nice to see you." "Nice to see you both," His father answered with a smile. "I heard from Riyu that you get along better and better." Jumin pushed back the chair for Riyu before his father could do so. The girl thanked him and he took his place next to her. His father didn't seem to mind. He joined them at the table, pleased. "Ah, where are my manners. You look breathtaking, darling." "T-thank you," Riyu whispered, looking at the empty plate. "You look good too, Mr. Han, handsome as always." "Hahaha, isn't she cute?" "Yes, she is." His father looked at him strangely. Has he overdone? Did he say it too suggestively? Waiters with trays of food came to the rescue. They spent the next half an hour talking, which was getting more and more awkward. Jumin felt he couldn't listen to the sweet words Riyu and his father exchanged with each other. But the worst was yet to come. At one point, his father asked Riyu to sit closer to him. Jumin had to clench his jaw so as not to say something. His father began to whisper to the girl, which slowly drove him crazy. But he controlled himself... He stayed stoic as always. He stayed stoic until his father became too bold. The old man touched her. He touched her arm a few times, grabbed her hand once or twice. Jumin felt stuffy, though his guts were freezing. He adjusted his tie, hoping he could regain his free breath. Riyu avoided this touch as much as she could, pretended she didn't mind, forced a smile. And then the old man's hand went under the table. Jumin did not know if it rested on the girl's knee, on her thigh, or elsewhere... but Riyu suddenly became almost green and she froze. That was too much. "Father, can you stop touching her? Don't you see that she is disgusted with it?" Both Riyu and his father looked at him completely surprised. The girl was terrified. "Jumin!" She called as if she desperately wanted him to stop. "What's that supposed to mean?" His father asked coldly and finally withdrew his hand from the girl. Riyu laughed nervously, "I think Jumin has a wrong impression." Jumin narrowed his eyes. He couldn't take it any longer, "Riyu hates your touch as well as talking to you and I'm surprised you still haven't realized. Now excuse me for a moment."

Riyu watched in a daze as Jumin rose from the table and walked away from them calmly as if nothing had happened. She felt cold and then hot. What's got into him? But at least Mr. Han took his hand off her knee... Although the mere memory of that touch made her nauseous. "Is it true?" Suddenly she heard the old man's question. She looked at him in horror, "Mr. Han?"

"Do you disgust my touch? Do you dislike talking to me?" "No!" She hastily grabbed the old man's hand, though it required a great will from her. "Your hands are shaking," The man noticed and slowly, gently, took his hand away. God... No, no! She couldn't let everything she went through go to waste. "That's... I just... I need some time to get used to it. But I'm not disgusted," She explained. Of course she lied. She knew that she would never get used to this touch and would always loathe it. Mr. Chairman nodded thoughtfully. Did he believe her? Did he consider giving up his relationship with her? "Maybe... Maybe I should check how Jumin is feeling." Mr. Chairman sighed loudly, "I think we should leave now." "B-but... We can't just leave him." "Riyu, darling, my son is a grown man, he will manage. And you seem very interested in him. Almost too much." Her heart leaped into her throat. No! If he notices it... If he finds out what she really was starting to feel for his son... Then everything will be over. She tried to put on a sharp face, "Mr. Han, you're suggesting an absurd thing. I'm just trying to be nice to him, as we're going to be a family one day." "Yes, I hope that's only it." Mr. Chairman left a check on the table, and then, without looking back and not informing Jumin, he took Riyu's arm and they both left the restaurant. The girl felt more and more sick when they headed to the hotel. She couldn't stop thinking about how Jumin would feel when he returned to the table and didn't find them there. She wanted to write a message to him, but his father was still beside her. She couldn't let him suspect her again. And when they arrived at the building of an exclusive hotel... She had the impression that she would pass out soon. When she thought about what Mr. Chairman could expect from her... She wanted to cry. The hotel reception staff looked at her strangely, judging. The world swirled in her eyes. She did not believe that all this was happening. She felt really faint when they finally entered their room and she saw... a large double bed. She jumped when she felt Mr. Chairman's hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry," He said in a surprisingly gentle voice. "If you don't feel ready to sleep with me in one bed, there is one more for you in the other room." "Thank you for your understanding," She muttered weakly. "Now, I'm just asking you to spend the evening together, just the two of us." She nodded silently. So when they unpacked their things, Mr. Han ordered expensive sweets and alcohol into their room. They sat together at a table in a large exclusive room. Riyu tried to respond enthusiastically to everything the old man said to her and she avoided drinking too much. She took small sips. She wanted to keep a sober mind and was afraid of what could happen if Mr. Chairman got drunk. Just because he said that there was a separate bed for her in another room... It didn't mean that... No, he wasn't a man who would force himself on a woman - at least that's what she kept telling herself. It was an extremely long evening. Long and scary. However, nothing happened. When it got late, they said good night to each other and they both went to bed... separately. Riyu, as soon as she locked herself in the room, sat on the bed and grabbed the phone. No messages from Jumin... He must have been mad, he had to be sick of worry, but he didn't write. He didn't want to talk to her? What was she supposed to do? She took a few breaths to calm down and dialed his number. He picked up immediately. "Riyu..." His voice... He sounded like he was the one who drank too much. "Jumin... I'm sorry we disappeared like that, your father insisted. I didn't want to leave you like this, without saying goodbye, but he didn't listen to me." "Riyu... Did my father... Did he try to do something?" She felt hot and sick, "No, no, don't worry about it. Your father is very nice to me... I don't think he'd ever forced me to... We... We even sleep in separate rooms, so..." "Good... That's good..." She couldn't name what she heard in his voice, but it wasn't good. It sounded like he's completely broken. "Jumin... I... I have to marry him... Even if it means that someday I'll have to... do it..." "God... I don't even want to think about it," His voice shook strongly. "I feel like taking you out of there, no matter what he thinks." "No, please..." She couldn't stop her tears. She covered her mouth, did not want Mr. Chairman to hear her. "Please stop…"

"If you need money, I can help you. You don't have to do all this."  "Jumin... I've already told you-"  "Yes, right, it's not about money. Is this about your parents' company? I can buy it."  "But everything has already been established between your father and my parents..."  "It does not matter. It still can be change-"  "You will never be enough for my parents!"  "What..?"  Riyu sobbed, "Jumin, please. I've already said too much."  "So you do all this for parents... Is their situation that bad? I can help with that too." "Jumin, you don't know the whole situation, and I don't want to get you involved in it. You did and still do enough for me. I don't want you to risk your relationship with your father because of me..."  Jumin laughed in a way that sends shivers down her spine, "Do you think if you marry him, my relationship with him will not be destroyed?"  "Please, don't say that... And please, don't insist on helping me. You don't know what you would have to deal with."  "You're in danger?" "Not until I do what my parents want me to do." "Should I just ignore everything you told me?"  "You must, Jumin …"