#mystic messenger jumin han

[space-kitten-606]

Feral screeching intesifies

[stormymoth]

Even opposites are similar in some ways :D

[brighteststar707]

I love him

[excaliburimlookingforheaven]

[sevens-binarycode]

Jumin x Reader Smut

So I was scrolling through YouTube today and found a Jumin Han perverted call (as you do) and I just wanted to write some smut that follows it.

The call basically talks about Sleeping Beauty, but Jumin……. Phew gotta prepare for this.

Jumin Han, said something along the lines of “I want to see how much you can take without opening your eyes.” And y’all… My writerussy quivered.

So, here is some smut playing on that phone call.

Jumin x Reader (fem)

Smut: Oral (fem receiving) looooooottttsssssss of teasing, fingering (fem receiving) 1.2k words

As always, no proof reading so sorry for any mistakes!!

His hand massaged your tits and his mouth worked bruises on your neck. The faint suckle of his tongue mixed with your fast breathing echoed in the room. You tried to think of other things, the ABC’s, the soft cushion of your shared bed, the smell of his shampoo, the heat between your legs. It was impossible, there was no way of not thinking about this situation. You felt almost embarrassed, talking all this nonsense, acting tough, but crumbling into an almost whimpering mess after he barely even touched you. The only thing on your mind was him. His touch, his breath, his sounds, his rules. To break Jumin Han’s rules is to break a signed contract. It comes with serious repercussions.

Noticing your legs pulling together slightly, he hummed into your neck. God. You clenched around nothing, feeling your panties already damp. He inhaled your scent before moving his hands down to your sides, squeezing your plush before raising your shirt slightly, gently pushing his hands under the fabric and his mouth lowered to mouth your breast over your clothing. He rubbed your sides for a little bit with his thumbs before lifting your slightly to undo your bra. You followed his motions, using your legs to slightly push yourself upwards, knees slightly grazing his groin by accident. His breath slightly hitched at the touch, not noticeable to most but you always picked up on his subtle cues. He slid your bra off skillfully, having done this exact motion on your many times before. Your shirt follows suit, leaving only your lower half clothed. At this point, you almost opened your eyes countless times, temporarily forgetting the rule for this play session; Keep your pretty eyes shut.

Jumin didn’t like those who disobeyed, he is very much a ‘rules are meant to be followed’ man. Very occasionally would he indulge in a brats tantrum, feeling it was a waste of time to work even in the bedroom. In order to make sure you would stay his obedient little toy, he set strict rules for every play. Rules that were broken would be paired with a punishment he would see fit. Once, you accidentally let a drop of his cum seep out, the punishment was having your hands and feet bound while he spanked you, counting all the way up to 20, cherry red cheeks on both ends and face streaming with tears. Of course, he would never go out of your comfort zone, a safe word was established at the very beginning of your sexual relationship but you have never felt the need to use it. Was it because you didn’t want to disappoint him?

Your eyelids started to hurt from how firmly you had shut them, feeling your eyelashes on your cheeks because of how tightly they were closed. You felt them move at each twitch and tug of your lids. Jumin had slowly made his way to your waistband, hands hoisting your knees on his shoulders. He flipped your skirt up slightly before blowing on your panties. The cool air of his mouth paired with your now very wet undergarments caused your legs to tense around his shoulders. He grabbed the waistband of your underwear and lifted slightly before allowing it to snap back on your skin, a slight jolt following quickly behind. You wiggled from impatience, he had not given a command to stay still, just to keep your eyes closed. He chuckled slightly before moving a hand to hold up your thigh, thumb running along your slit. He stopped just above your clit making you hold your breath. He resumed his movements, slow and lazy circles over your clits electing a quiet whimper from your mouth. The warmth of his hand on your thigh was comforting, it paired amazingly with the sensation on your clit, now becoming more intense as his motions sped up slightly. He could feel your hole clenching and relaxing, your pussy fluttering at his motions and the thought of his eyes looking at your most vulnerable parts. You could almost feel the laser sensation of his gaze on your cunt. Suddenly, his movements stopped. You stayed still in fear of what would happen if you complained too much. Would he not let you cum at all?

Then, you felt his thumb hook on your panties and move them aside, exposing your soft, slick folds. Trying to control your breathing, you felt his other hand move towards your pussy, soon two fingers slipping in your hole, welcomed in a warm, tight embrace. You let out a moan as he fully inserted his index and middle finger inside you, curling slightly at your gummy spot. Your head shot forward, eyes still squeezed shut as tightly as possible as he pumped his fingers inside you, a slow and steady pace that was almost agonizing. You wanted him to speed up, even just a little, wanting a more constant stimulation on your sweet part. Unbeknownst to you, his eyes were fixated on your face, the scrunch of your eyes and nose, your slightly parted lips, your furrowed brows. He was waiting for you to slip up, though he always cheered you on, wanting you to be his good girl, he knew the things that would make you crumble in an instant. He would sometimes let you win, but was today one of those days?

He slightly sped up his fingers, your head dropping back and letting out another, slightly louder moan followed by heavy breaths. You orgasm slowly approaching as he continued his pace in and out of you. He decided, this time he would let you win while still breaking you. He would purposely not look at your face as you came undone.

His fingers pumped in and out as your pussy started to clamp down on him, your high approaching closer and closer until you felt a warm, wet sensation on your clit. Your eyes shot open as a premature orgasm shot through you. His tongue rubbing your clit up and down, slightly humming at the taste of you on his tongue. His fingers curling perfectly timed with his thrust, his thrusts now perfectly timed with the fluttering of your pussy. You grabbed onto the bed sheets and closed your mouth, a scream muffled by you biting on your lips and you shut your eyes tightly again, riding out your high, bucking into his mouth slightly.

He stopped when you started to pull away from his mouth, pulling himself off you and sitting on his knees staring down at your panties, still slightly pulled to the side, your skirt, still slightly flipped upwards, and your chest, heaving from your orgasm. Your forearm now covered your eyes, head slightly faced to the side, completely worn out. He grabbed a tissue from the night stand and wiped his fingers and face clean. You heard the movement but didn’t even move your arm to look, still coming down from your high. You felt a hand on your head, petting your hair as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

“You’re my obedient toy aren’t you, Y/N?”

You didn’t want to ruin this moment so you didn’t respond. What was one broken rule going to do anyways?

[diavolosbaby]

Can I ask for something with Jumin Han? Taking Jumin to therapy after his good ending and just how it ends up lmao. I feel like it can be a mixture of both a crack headcanon as well as possibly serious, up to you how you wanna write it! Thanks!

Sure :)

(Sorry this took so long, and sorry if it sucks it's my first fic after my hiatus from writing)

Taking Jumin to Therapy After His Good Ending

Characters: Jumin

Genre: Crack, slight angst but mostly crack and sillyness

Format: headcanons

Pronouns if used: they/them

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- will be hesitant and will even straight up say no, but of course you convince him

- "hmmm no therapy? Guess that means no " physical " therapy either..."

- he changed his tune rather quickly

- he requested you be there with him, even talking to the therapist

- was very slow opening up and would often look at you to answer for him with his cat like wide eyes, even when you didn't know what the hell the answer was

"So...your mother...did she ever comfort you when you were sad? Did you ever show you were sad?" *he turns to you, expectantly* ???

- very very awkward, reaches your your hand or is always touching you. Is awkward, feels awkward. Doesn't like it, feels out of place.

- Always felt like therapy was for people who had problems, he never thought he had problems til you pointed them out to him

"Jumin, dont you think this overprotective nature comes from somewhere? Maybe you're insecure hon?" *confused wide eyed cat stare and hear tilt*

- just be patient with him, he'll get there

- the more sessions he has the more he'll open up and get it

- will eventually even stop needing you in there with him. When he tells you he wants to go alone, he's very proud. Be proud with him.

"No MC, I think I'll go myself this time. *smug smirk as he looks at you waiting for some sign of pride from you* (please be proud of him its a big accomplishment for him)

- when he does something sort of topic he'll rail it back and start monologuing about how his therapist talked to him about this. Will explain to you where it comes from and that he's working on it, apologizes

-toxic behavior reduces a lot less, mommy and daddy issues reduce a lot less, insecurities reduce a lot less

- ultimately, you won!

- remember, his toxic teauts are reduces but they are most definitely still there! Its him, after all

Again sorry this is so late!!!

[panickingpansexuality]

Walk me down the Aisle

Mcs father isn't able to walk her down the aisle and when Jumins dad hears about this he has a suggestion.

"Ok," Jaehee said looking down at the planner the two of you had set up for your wedding.

"Now who are we gonna ask to walk you down the aisle?"

You winced and leaned back into the sofa. Currently you two were at the penthouse, with Jaehee being the maid of honor and in constant need of rest you decided to plan at a comfortable place and with Jumin gone for the week it was a perfect place for you both to plan.

"He's not gonna be able to get out." You say looking at her, her softened expression makes you turn away before the tears start to form.

"I see.." Jaehee says before scribbling the word from the list.

"Now.." Mc see says, "What would you like to wear as my maid of honor?"

Jaehee laughs and speaks, "Nothing to revealing."

"What about a dress with Zens face on it?"

Jaehee goes bright red and you can't help but laugh, she starts to do the same and has trouble catching her breath before saying.

"Absolutely not."

Your phone rings and you see its your lover, you answer the phone and put it on speaker.

"Hello my love." You say to Jumin.

"Hello my wife."

You smile at his words a flush forming on your cheeks.

"Are you and Assistant Kang planning the wedding still?"

With how close you and Jaehee we're becoming Jumin did try to call her Ms. Kang or Jaehee but they both found it too awkward and were a little uncomfortable with it.

"Yes we're almost done with our side of the list. How are you and V coming along with yours?"

"We're progressing slowly, do you want Zen as a bridesman or would you be alright if I asked him to be a groomsman?"

"I'll be alright with whatever you choose. Though whichever one of us take Seven he's going to wear a dress weather we like it or not."

You can see him rubbing his temples through the phone and you giggle, Jaehee beside you rolling her eyes.

"I might kill him for that." Jumin says.

You giggle turns into a bark of laughter and you can't see it but he's smiling at the sound of your voice.

"I'll be home tomorrow my love. One more day."

"Ah you shouldn't have told me I'll be waiting all night for your plane now."

Jumin chuckles and says:

"I'd rather you have enough energy for our activities tomorrow."

Jaehee nearly spits out her wine, she looks at you with wide eyes and you shake your head frantically.

"I have to go now MC please sleep well tonight. I love you."

"I love you too." You say before he hangs up.

For a moment the two of you are very quiet before Jaehee says;

"Activities huh?"

"IT'S NOT LIKE THAT!"

The next afternoon Driver Kim picks you up at the penthouse, when you go down into the car you see Mr. Han in the car with a bright smile.

"Hello mc!" Your soon to be father in law says.

"Hello Mr. Han." You say friendly but formally. You enter the car and Mr. Han speaks as Mr. Kim shuts the door.

"Oh now don't call me that," he says, "Please call dad or father."

"Yes sir, I mean yes dad or, yes father." You say nervously.

He laughs and you two fall into polite conversation. The current plan is to wait for Jumin to come to the car completely unaware that you two were picking him up.

You two sit and wait anxiously searching for him in the crowd Mr. Han can't help but admire the way you look for his son. Young love, he fondly remembers the way he once felt.

"He's coming!" You say excitedly.

Mr. Kim opens Jumins side and once Jumin sees you in the car his face breaks out into a grin.

"Hi!" You say breathlessly.

"God I missed you." Jumin says stepping, the door closing behind him. He kisses your lips quickly the promise of more later, then turns to his father.

"How was the trip son?" Mr. Han asks.

"Successful." Jumin says, "I'm proud of the work that was put in."

"Did you have fun?" He asks. "Perhaps you should take MC next time so you can enjoy yourself."

Jumin looks over at you with a small smile.

"It would increase my enjoyment of the trip but I'm afraid that MC would be a distraction and that I wouldn't be able to give them the attention they need."

"I think you could." Mr. Han says, "You've always been able to surprise yourself."

Jumin is taken aback by the compliment but merely nods.

"So what all has been planned for the wedding? MC are your parents coming to walk you down the aisle?"

Jumin reaches over and clutches your hand instinctively, you take a deep breath and straighten your posture.

"My mother I'm afraid has..prior engagements and my father.. he's incarcerated.. and while he was supposed to get out recently it appears his sentence has been...lengthened."

Mr. Han is quiet for a moment, Jumin tenses, ready to defend you until you two have to walk or perhaps even wait in a shop while Mr. Kim takes his father home then comes back to retrieve you both, but Mr. Han simply says:

"Your father I understand but your mother? You're her child! Getting married! And she can't come to see you?! Surely she must be joking."

You shake your head;

"She sends her regrets and promises to make it up."

Mr. Han scoffs and shakes his head.

"My dear I'm so..so sorry this is incredibly heartbreaking and if you'll let me I'll walk you down the aisle if you wish. Actually I'll walk you and Jumin down the Aisle."

"Father-" Jumin begins.

"I'll not hear another word, it's decided. You're both my children and I won't have anything spoil your day."

Tears fill your eyes and you simply nod at Mr. Han. A smile breaks out on your face as you work to wipe away the escaped tears.

"Thank you dad."

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i was in charge of a few illustrations used during our mystic messenger cupsleeve event celebrating the 7th anniversary of the game!

[natasha-in-space]

I was so happy to see that the mysmes fandom is still somewhat alive on tumblr, thank you *smooch*

Could I request Jumin with a popular Idol/Actress!MC? I feel like the dynamic would be interesting because most of the women Jumin's dad dated were celebs and all. I got this idea after watching Oshi no Ko, oddly enough-

Ohhh, that is certainly a very interesting dynamic to think about, anon! I decided to go with you being a popular idol. Considering the way his route canonically plays out, I can't really see you being able to hide your identity from him, so I'll go with the initial idea that he learns about your relative fame from pretty much early on in the game. To address the elephant in the room: yes, it would probably take him much longer to open up to you... not because of anything you do specifically, but simply because of his past experiences with figures of fame. It'd be one thing if you didn't know who he was, or he didn't know who you were. But, you are both in a position where you can easily exploit the other for whatever gain you deem useful in the long-run of your career. At least, that's how he views it. Jumin has... a very, very bad history with influential figures barging into his personal life. It made him learn to put up tall walls to protect himself. Jumin doesn't want to get exploited, and he doesn't want to be viewed as a prize to be won. So, be prepared for a very closed-off Jumin Han on your hands. That doesn't mean he'll be rude, though.

He's simply being very careful about what he types in the chatroom. After all, V has decided to make you their new party coordinator for a good reason, and he trusts his childhood friend's judgment with his full heart. There is no reason for quarrels in the RFA. He will treat with respect you deserve, but will keep his distance.

However, as you slowly get to know one another, he will start to open up, little by little. You never force him to talk about anything he's uncomfortable discussing. You pay attention to what he says and you're interested in actually getting to know him as a person, and not a public figure. You're there for him when he feels dejected and lonely after a miserable dinner with his father and his new exploitative girlfriend. And, ever so slowly, he starts to realize that... you're not like any of those vile people his father always tended to bring into his life. You see him, not his status. And that makes his chest feel tight with an emotion he can't quite put his finger on.

I can see the rest of his route playing out relatively similar to the canon one, with a few small differences. Firstly, Jumin would probably try and keep you away from his father for as long as he can. It's not anything against you, he just... Well, when your father somehow seduces more than a few of your seemingly trustworthy personnel, you'd start developing habits to prevent that from happening ever again. It leaves a bitter aftertaste in his mouth, and you should talk with him about this issue one-on-one. It's not about the lack of his trust in you, it's about the lack of his trust in his father, even if he initially denies it. Hold his hands and reassure him that everything is going to be alright. He needs to hear that from you.

Secondly, the whole 'arranged marriage' thing would probably resolve much faster than in the game. It's a very crappy excuse on his part, but Jumin's father will be much more lenient to let his son do whatever he wants once he learns that you're quite an influential figure. It's one thing to break up a couple when he has all the power to spin the story in his son's favor, and it's completely another when you have the power to fire back at them and cause serious damage to their company's reputation. Again, it's a rather twisted way of looking at things, but it is what it is. You'll have many issues to resolve with Jumin's father and his attitude towards you and his son.

Now, as for an already established relationship with Jumin in this scenario, I do have a couple of headcanons! He visits all of your concerts, but he doesn't really like to attract any unwanted attention to himself. He gets the best seat, of course, since he wants to see you shine in all your glory, but it's not anything too fancy. He's here for you, not the press. Your professional lives are independent from each other, and you two respect the work you put into your individual careers on a deeply personal level. It's actually rather sweet. Of course, the fact that you two are dating will affect your popularity in one way or another, but you will never use that to your advantage. You may be a popular idol, and Jumin may be the future head of the C&R corporation, but your love for each other is simple and quiet. Between closed doors, you two are just normal people loving and cherishing each other, nothing more and certainly nothing less.

What Jumin will do, though, is accompany you on your tours, whenever his schedule allows it. After all, you often do the same for his own business trips, so it's your guys' form of travel! His favorite thing is visiting you at your recording studio. Don't get him wrong, he adores seeing you dancing and interacting with your fans with grace and charm... But, nothing beats the opportunity to hear you sing. Your voice is something that can easily make him melt within just a few moments of hearing you hum a certain tune, even after years of knowing each other by this point. It always brings out the softest of smiles on his face as he quietly watches you sing, his heart fluttering to life just like the first time he saw you face-to-face in his penthouse.

Jumin truly thinks you're the most inspiring and amazing person in the whole world. For him, you are the brightest star that helped his tired eyes see the threads suffocating him in the cold but comfortable darkness he has lived his whole life in. You gave him the warmth and light he needed to set himself free and open his heart to the world, and he's forever grateful for you stumbling into his life like a wild hurricane.

[dreamtea-cup]

Bro, 707’s route is you confused I am confused, bro. I thought it would be about memeing and talking about space station, but then caught myself thinking whether or not I should bother him when he shut himself off from MC🧍🏼. Boy s got depression 😭

[simp-is-here]

Jumin Han x Fem Reader: Disco Pang Pang

Amusement Park Story 1

Summary: Jumin is taken on a ride where he meets you

Warning: (if I got the name wrong or did anything false with this fic please tell me), I haven’t done anything Mystic Messenger related in a long time so possibly ooc, my writing is rusty due to my like 4 month hiatus and might not be the best, it’s also short, if you see a * it’s because I spend too much time on character.ai

A/N: hey I’m sorry I haven’t been writing, I couldn’t think of anything and I was going through mental stuff.

This will be apart of a short story series based around the same idea, also it’s really really short and I might rewrite it later

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He didn’t even wanna come here, the RFA decided to have a ‘free day’ and hang out at the amusement park, Jumin was unwillingly dragged along. Seven had pointed at a ride for everyone to try, it was a large circle with seats on the rim of it with railings so the riders could hold on.

While they waited in line he staggered forward at a sudden force, turning around he saw a woman there with an apologetic look on her face.

“I’m so sorry, are you alright?” She asked him, hoping she didn’t upset the random man

But as fate would have it, before he could respond the people on the ride went off, making way for the new riders. He watched as the woman went up with her friends, Seven and Yoosung were heading on when they saw Jumin still standing there.

“Not chickening out are you?” Zen said, a cocky smile on his face

Jumin just rolled his eyes, getting on the ride as well. They sat down not to far from you and your friends, he couldn’t help but let his eyes occasionally wander to you, sometimes he saw you looking back. Just as everyone felt the ride begin to spin slowly your face dropped as you felt your skirt ride up, putting one hand to pull down your skirt while holding desperately on the other. 

Jumin saw your actions and took off his jacket, offering it to you, catching the attention of the operator.

“Hey miss, you with the turtleneck.” The ride operator called out, you looked at him as you move Jumin’s jacket around your waist

“Are you single?”

The question takes many people off guard who begin to laugh, including you. With the nod of your head the ride suddenly jolted up a bit, causing you to fly up as well and hold the bars tightly. This happens more and more to the point where the jacket starts slipping from your lap, you quickly let go to readjust it but find your body flying sideways, landing in the lap of a person.

You and Jumin meet eyes as he holds you so you don’t fall, his hands also holding the jacket for you. The RFA (Seven mainly) beside him were cheering and trying to tease him about having a beautiful girl land on him.

“Jumin Han.” he introduces with a bit of a smile

(Name) you say back, holding onto his arms while the ride operator finds his next victi- people to torment.

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Thank you for reading. If you have any requests just send them to me and I’ll try to write them to the best of my ability

And remember you are a fantabulous human being and that is my opinion to which you can not change my opinion so better just accept that you’re an amazing person who is doing a fantastic job. Keep up the great work. Have a good day or night or whatever you’re reading this at

[space-kitten-606]

Everyone's looking so cute! I love it 💖

Also Rika in the bg is cracking me up lmao

[stormymoth]

Yall know what time it is?

It's time to simp over Jumin Han, bois. You're in it now, lads

Lets admire him together, folks. Look at his amazing hair and face and eyes. Mmmmmmm

This man is on my mind 24/7 and I wouldn't have it any other way.

[brighteststar707]

23 & jumin if there's a slot open 👀✨

Hi Anon! Thank you for the request!

Original prompt list can be found here

Being Unable to Keep Their Eyes Off Them

✦ Jumin x gn!Reader ✦ Words: 1328

You had heard the rumours about Jumin Han. Of course you had. You were in close – and slightly overlapping – social circles. You had seen the pictures plastered over magazine covers and passed around between your friends from time to time. You had heard the tales of people who had been so lucky as to meet him, even. They were never shy to give you the details: how handsome and charming he is in person, how he always knows just what to say, how he has the ability to leave people speechless.  

But nothing could have prepared you for the real thing.

You were at a charity party organized by an organization called the RFA, invited as part of a group. The room was full of people, all from various backgrounds, by the look of it, and all full of an energy that was contagious. There was a live band, beautiful twinkling lights, a buffet so extensive it could please everyone in attendance.

You were having fun so far. You had been drifting around the room, introducing yourself to people and enjoying the food and drinks being brought around. As far as parties go, this would have made the top of your list already, and that was even before you saw him.

Because an hour after you had arrived, you had met most of the party organizers, save for one. One who had, up until a few minutes ago, been caught up in planning tidbits backstage. But he was hard to miss when he finally reemerged.

A lot of the guests were occupied, either dancing, eating, or talking. But you were off to the side, taking a moment to yourself when you saw him for the first time.

The very same man you had seen so many times before through the pictures, who you had heard so much about through the grapevine. Jumin Han himself.

He is handsome, with dark hair parted neatly and a well-cut black suit. The photographers had managed to capture the way everything about him was drawn out in long lines. He was elegant while making it look effortless. Even sheltered from the lights, his hair was shiny and combed in an attempt to make it look effortless.

From where you're standing, you can see his expression as he surveys the hall from the wings. There is a small smirk forming in the corner of his mouth, a certain look of satisfaction that has yet to be caught on camera and published. For a second, you feel like someone uncovering secrets not meant for the public, finding a treasure meant to be coveted.

He holds himself well, as if there is a string tied to his head pulling him up like in the old exercises you were taught. It only helps him look taller, more confident.

At first glance, it's easy for you to write him off. He is a handsome successful man with enough charm to get nearly anyone to sign their money away to him. He is simply the object of your friends' fantasies.

But you cannot take your eyes off him. The curve of his shoulders, the calm happiness on his face. He is mesmerising.

He must feel your eyes on him because he turns sharply to look at you from the stage. When they meet yours, you feel a jolt go through you. You are no stranger to parties, but for the first time, there is some small part of you that wants to hide. You feel seen. His eyes, from where you're standing, are pitch black and piercing.

It’s as if, under his gaze, you're being cut up and evaluated. How curious. Before you have a chance to get too self-conscious for being caught staring, his eyebrows quirk. Amusement.

It's a good look on him, and it does nothing to dissuade you from looking at him. In fact, it makes you want to look more. So, challenged by his expression, you do.

From the tips of his toes (in some very nice and even more expensive shoes) to the well-tailored suit, the slight taper at his waist and up to the broad shoulders. And then his face. As handsome as everyone has always said, the mouth pursed in appraisal and eyes holding so much just out of view. You have a feeling that if you were closer, you’d fall right into them. Idly, you wonder if he’d let you ever get that close.

What an odd thing to think.  

He nods quickly, pleased by your quick interaction, and then has his attention called by someone else at the party. He leaves the stage quickly and leaves you alone with your own company again.

You had thought that that was the end of it. You had wandered around the hall some more, drifting between groups of people and turning over your little encounter in your head. Something about that quick change in expression, the switch that turned him from calculating to mischeivous was almost endearing (and you had so often heard him described as cold).

You were caught in the middle of a conversation a little out of your depth, nodding vaguely and offering very little of your own contributions when you felt it again: that strange tingly feeling down your spine that you were being watched.

You shifted your gaze slightly to look over the shoulder of the person opposite you (you’re sure they won’t notice, they’re so caught up in the point they’re making) and find yourself locking eyes with Jumin Han again.

This time, he has the nerve to be embarrassed about being caught, if the delightful shade of soft pink in his cheeks is enough to judge by. You hold his gaze for a few seconds longer, shooting him what you hope is a smug look. Before you look away, he smiles. This is nothing like what you’ve seen in pictures before, this is something genuine, that even you – a stranger – know is valuable to see in real life.

Regrettably, your conversation partner has noticed your attention drifting elsewhere and there’s something in their tone that’s vaguely offended, so you turn back to them to try and placate them. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Jumin’s dark silhouette flitting out of sight. You try to stamp out the flicker of disappointment that wells up in you.

The conversation goes on for longer than you want it to, as if you’re being punished for getting distracted earlier. What you want to tell them is that they’d be distracted too if they caught the most attractive man in the country checking them out (not once but twice!), but you hold your tongue. You’re have a feeling it would only make things worse.  

Eventually you find a moment to excuse yourself – and apologise again - and slip away from the group. You quickly turn on your heel, meaning to make a beeline for outside. You’re urgently in need of some fresh air.

In your rush, you bump headfirst into another guest. A guest in a well-tailored dark suit and firm chest. Oh. You have a feeling it’s no coincidence it’s him you’ve bumped into.

The stranger with the beautiful dark eyes who has been watching you for the past hour stands in front of you, taller now that there is no distance between you both.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” You exclaim, stumbling a few steps backwards.

He smiles warmly, with a hint of humour in the corners of his mouth. Is he laughing at you?

“Please, don’t apologize. It was my fault.” He extends a hand to you. “I don’t believe we’ve met before. My name is Jumin Han.”

But you knew that already.

You shake his hand, your smile matching his in mirth.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

And you might have heard a lot about him before, but you know so little, and with this opportunity presenting himself, you intend to find out much more.   

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I gave Jumin cat shaped eye sparkles :D it's just so him, no?

I love how it turned out though. I don't like jumin as a character yet (I haven't played his route, I've only played Yoosungs and Jaehees so,,,) but it's funny how zen reacts to jumin talking about Elizabeth lolol

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Hi, I really like what you write, thank you 🧡. Can I request Jumin forgetting MC's birthday but she's taking it good ( not sad or angry,...). Sorry for my English. Thank you

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Busy Days

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Pairing: Jumin x Reader

Category: Fluff

Warnings: X

Word count: 1892

Summary: Given his schedule is filled to the brim; you don't take it personally once he seems to have forgotten your birthday.

He makes up for it later on, though.

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Jumin liked to hide away any misfortune, especially at the morning as to both not overwhelm and ruin your mood. This man owned a good, trained poker face. However, it's more obvious than ever that today he's stressed out with everything.

Despite numerous tries to remind him about something certain that's taking place today, he'd been urging left and right. Pushing his paperwork into the bag while doing his tie simultaneously. You couldn't help but smirk after leaning against the frame of the bedroom door.

“Are you sure you haven't forgotten something, honey?” Your voice teased him slightly; dark blue, almost grey eyes snapped up from underneath the eyelashes for a second.

He sighed and ran his hand through the black hair. Thanks to the enormous window replacing the wall he looked somewhat enlightened, you adored whenever the sun's shining warm colors down onto the man painted in cool ones. Yet his heart fit the sun best, you thought.

He then flipped his phone open to ensure he'd seen all messages. “Yes, I'm confident I gathered my needed working materials.” You hid the smile behind your finger.

Jumin walked up to you, towering above your shape and perhaps it's been quite uncomfortable when first meeting him; now it's just simple comfort for you. He rose his hand to your forehead, brushed the hair that's in the way and left a kiss to your warm skin.

It tickled, making you giggle. “It will take around five hours until I return, I'm sorry. I promise I will be there for our dinner.” His apology's filled with surface lingering annoyance towards his schedule.

Since he didn't want to leave in the first place, either. You nodded and showed a small pout to him once your hands came around his suit. “You still forgot something.”

The way he frowned looked overly adorable. Before he's able to part his lips his phone rang with Assistant Kang's nummer shining on the display. He sighed sharp as he passed by your shape.

“I'm sorry, my love. I have to leave. Please remind me another time.” And with that he'd been forced to run out of the apartment.

With your hands on your hips, you shook your head in defeat. You're aware it's not his intention to forget; on the contrary, Jumin loved spoiling the living soul out of you. And the two of you kept an close eye on each other's important dates, the birthdays, for example. They needed to be celebrated well with lots of fun.

The last one had been very comfortable, how you both took days off at a spa and woke up with breakfast in bed. You played with the strands of your hair a second longer while the thoughts ran through your head. Perhaps you should leave him a message instead.

Your own birthday had become a celebration you looked forward to and that all thanks to your lover. Jumin went out of his way every year, making you the happiest woman alive with brand new gift ideas and trips every time. It's cute how he broke his head over the next one by the current celebration, even.

Elly jumped onto the sofa in the living room; her bright blue eyes round as she eyed your face in something that resembled serene. “Are you wishing me a good birthday instead?”

You chimed to her playfully when taking your phone from the table, the cat meowed loud and the sound had you chuckle. After picking the words you opened the messenger to text your husband the one thing he'd forgotten by all the stress.

» You: Love, you will return tonight so we can celebrate my birthday in the pool, right?

Lastly you added a cat emoji before sending him the message. To your surprise; no answer came in for the entire rest of the day. You'd been around the place and every thinkable face wished you a beautiful birthday by their own wamrth.

You went to the chef to let them teach you a cake recipe as they decided spontaneously to make one for you, gifted with your helping hand as secret ingredient. It'd been a good passing time to try baking with them; the taste a compete success.

Strolling through the Villa had you a tad more exhausted as the hours passed by. At some point you sat down at the bed to stretch your body. A nap couldn't hurt, you thought to yourself while checking our phone. But just like before; no new message from him.

Although others had the chatroom open, you decided to lay down and join them in. The way Saeoyung pretended to sing there with Zen complaining that Jumin's not around had your mood lifted some more, Yoosung's picture of a balloon in your favorite shape had been the cherry on top.

Finishing the talk you placed the phone onto the nightstand while a yawn escaping your lips. Seemed you'd been more drained from walking than first suspected. Therefore you cuddled yourself deep under the blankets to get some rest.

Yet as soon as you've woken up from the blurry dreams you were in; it's a hand on your shoulder which took a moment to realize at all. Warm as always with every stroke over your skin. “My love, wake.”

The voice of Jumin's softer than usually as it called out for your attention. You turned around, hair tickling your facial features before your stroked some of them away. He sat in his suit still. Black strands close to cover the eyes filled with a certain glimmer you're unable to identify.

His pure presence a little suppressed by the strict wrinkles on his forehead. “Jumin..?” You asked sleepy, his hand running down to cup your cheek.

“I apologize, (N)...” He began out of the blue. “You kept hinting towards your birthday and I didn't acknowledge. I'm very sorry for forgetting.” It made you smile.

This man would be the death of you one day by how cute he's able to behave. You sat up, rubbing the sleep out of your eye. “It's okay, don't worry too much!” You giggled the words considering you meant them wholeheartedly.

He parted his lips, however, you were quicker pressing your finger over them. “I don't mind, Jumin.. It can happen, okay? You've been stressed.”

It's not his fault by all the work; you'd be the last holding it against him. Jumin's face relaxed only so much, now you noticed the gift sitting patiently on his lap. Wrapping paper of your favorite color with some very beautiful flowers you didn't knew the name of. He then placed his hand onto it afterwards.

His greyish eyes suddenly lifted with something close to ecstatic. “Therefore, given I didn't realize by myself, I wanted to make up for that.” Your lover raised the present.

A hint of a smile underneath the poker face he's trying to keep for whatever reason. “Happy birthday, my love (N). I love you and I am grateful to be with you for another celebration of your birth.”

Feeling your cheeks flame by the affection, your eyes darted back down to the gift soon enough. Once he nodded as premission your curiosity won the upper hand for you to carefully rid the wrapping paper. Knowing this man, he probably packed it up by himself after coming home.

With the fingers taking the lid off, you found a few things. Cute looking plushie so, so soft inside your palms. One of your favorite artists works with the sign in the corner. It made you gasp out in shock.

“No way!” That's when Jumin lost the professional composure and couldn't resist a smile.

He waved his hand for you to continue; not even giving you much time admiring the piece of art made by hand. So very well done and detailed to the base. You rolled your eyes amused and found something like flyers on the bottom.

Another quick gaze shot to him and you took them out, reading what they said. They're tickets, that's the first thing coming to your mind. Thus the place they're for almost didn't surprise you. But only almost.

You stared down at the one name of the location; the one place you'd been dying to show Jumin ever since meeting him for the first time in the chatroom. These were both tickets to your very own country.

“What...” The breath left your lungs altogether; having the CEO take the tickets into his own hands on both ends. A slight blush on his cheeks, what a rare sight.

He then sighed. “I'm aware that you wanted to visit your family and hometown for a while, as well as show me..” He avoided your eyes by lowering his head.

“Of course we could've used a private helicopter or jet,” His smile widened while giving you a side look from the corner of his eyes, catching your jaw dropping.

It had him shake his head. “But I know you traveled to Korean normally. So I want to recreate that memory and take on a flight with you in the familiar way.”

Silence followed the intentions he openly admitted. Tears formed in the corners of your eyes, that's how touched you felt by his consideration. So very humble despite all the money in the world; wanting to experience your first frightening flight to Korean for the sake of your career.

And now your lover's the person taking you back home? What a gift that was. Probably one of the, if not the most amazing you'd ever gotten in your life. Jumin escaped a silent gasp when you're urging forward with strength in your arms.

They fell around his neck, the smell of his perfume so safely hugging you back before he's acting on a single move. Your smile hurt when it reached your cheeks all the way up, heart behind your chest beating like it's about to jump out and run.

“I love you!” Your rough tone set the man on the edge of your bed into motion; two strong arms coming around and holding you tight. “I love you so much, thank you..!”

You sniffed into his shoulder, hearing him huff at your reaction. “It was the least I could've prepared to make up for it.” He rubbed over your back in circles.

The position wasn't the most comfortable, you decided to sit down in his lap for a while and calm your racing pulse down. Jumin kept his touch on your body in a soft manner, leaving a kiss to your cheek after some moments went by.

Finally you found your voice, leaning your cheek to his shoulder for comfort. “Do you want a piece of cake?” You changed the subject. “Me and the Chief did one earlier.”

Jumin stopped stroking your back for a second, trying to see more of your face. The confused look on it forced a wheeze out of you. “You baked yourself the cake?” He sounded quite buffed.

You nodded, going even as you kissed his cheek. “Hmh, it turned out great. You wanna try it?”

Hearing your pure happiness helped Jumin let loose of the remaining tension inside his body, nodding his head. “I suppose this is a different kind of birthday for you. But I would never say no to your pastry, my love.”