#there was also one where Juju does aftercare after a long day

[not-krys]

WIP Wednesday: Kitten Heels [Mystic Messenger]

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This was a mostly self indulgent fic I did back when I was big into Mystic Messenger and was writing Jumin into just about everything I did back then.

The basic idea was that MC wanted to learn how to walk in heels and Jumin is more than happy to indulge his new wife. Was kinda inspired from the Valentine’s After Stories. Didn’t get to the actual walking part, but this was fun to write nonetheless.

And the standard warnings also apply here. It’s raw and unedited text (judging by the meandering), plus it’s not finished (probably won’t be for a while). Basically just Juju fluff.

---------- In your entire life, never had you thought you would end up as you did. From the moment you both met the other in person to now being newlyweds back at home, everything had been a whirlwind for the past month or so. 

You also didn’t think you were the type to marry a guy you had only know for a little over a week. Didn’t stuff like that happen in fairy tales or trashy romance novels?

And yet, here you were, married to a very powerful businessman and living the life people could only dream of. 

You still pinched yourself sometimes, too.

And then there was your husband himself, a force of his own. Through your own soft heart, his was opened up little bit by little bit, giving him kind and encouraging words when his mind was full of chaos and turmoil. 

What was it that made him fall for someone like you, and especially so quickly? It was hard for you to figure out. You never thought of yourself as anyone particularly special, not especially pretty or talented, but Jumin never agreed with you on that.

If there was a word for it, you seemed to fascinate him, the way you saw it. You both were from different classes, practically different worlds. You were different to him, something he could figure out and act accordingly.

Not that you would admit it aloud, but.. Jumin was intriguing to you as well, in his own way. Something that you could puzzle out as well. Like, in the early ‘days’ of your marriage, he loved to spoil you rotten, especially with presents. Something that reminded him of you, something he thought you might like, anything you personally asked for was immediately given to you (Seven even joked that you should start asking for the most random and obscure things, just to see if he would get it.)

(You feared that he actually would and never were tempted). 

While it was incredibly sweet, the sheer volume of his presents, especially some of the bigger and more expensive items, was a little overwhelming at times. Even now, you were still surprised at how easy it was for Jumin to acquire things, things you used to see on TV and magazines that was a pipe dream to afford before, now Jumin could get for you by snapping his fingers.

It took only a little bit to realize that was just the way he knew how to express love. It was how he and his father expressed their familial love for each other, and how Jumin’s father expressed his love to his girlfriends. It was safe to assume this was how Jumin knew how to express it. 

Matter of fact, until you came along, you were almost convinced that was all that Jumin knew about expressing love and care, by giving the other person a gift or other forms of compensation. It explained his treatment of Jaehee and his other employees, anyway.  

And to you, the one who had opened up his heart and was the object of his affection, one or two simple gifts just weren’t enough to express how much you meant to him.

And no one could spoil his new wife quite like Jumin Han could, you were coming to find out. The sheer amount of presents he had gotten for you, including when you had just met the guy in person merely a day before, was enough to last you almost a lifetime, and you both had only been married barely a whole month.

That’s where you two were now, still living in his penthouse until your new house was finished and Jumin was giving you your first pair of heels. And not just any kind of heels. Expensive, of course, along with a modestly impressive heel. There wasn’t anything really frightening about them, they were beautiful, of course. 

You just never worn shoes with that much of a heel before, so you were a little anxious.

It didn’t help that you had been the one to ask for this, too. A particularly embarrassing photo shoot had both of you in a sour mood that day, when your height difference was brought to attention. 

Yes, you have quite the tall husband, and you loved him dearly, but you were just a few inches shorter than his Head Assistant, Jaehee, meaning he towered over you.

It had never bothered you before, but that day had been particularly sour and the ride home had been silent. Not quiet, but silent, neither of you feeling talkative.

Maybe it was your sour mood, maybe it was the long day where practically nothing went right, but you let it slip about wanting to learn how to walk in heels. 

This was also really your first time really asking something of him, not him thinking of something for you, but you literally asking something from him. You could have sworn you saw a spark fly through his eyes, something that usually only happened when he had a new idea for a cat-related project.

Thus you are brought back to the situation at hand, with Jumin presenting you a lovely pair of black heels. You swallowed just looking at them.

“It’s a little taller than what I’ve seen on the women at work, but not as outrageous as the ones I’ve seen my father’s girlfriends’ wear.” He explained as he sat you down on the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of you. “If it’s too much for you, I can find something with a shorter heel. The salesperson even recommended something called ‘kitten heels’ if this is too much.” He was smiling gently, as he tended to do when he was thinking about you or Elizabeth the Third.

“I had never thought of the idea of putting shoes on cats before, let alone kittens, but…”

You knew that was your cue to stop him from going any further. You could feel Jaehee screaming in agony from here. 

“I-I don’t they’d like that too much. You’ve seen how Elizabeth gets when she gets something on her paws she doesn’t like…”

He hums softly, carefully examining your raised foot with his long fingers, gingerly handling it as if he was examining delicate jewelry. 

“Maybe not on the front paws. Humans don’t wear shoes on their hands, after all.”

You could hear Jaehee screaming bloody murder now.

With one hand supporting your calf, his other hand worked on putting the heel on you, making sure it fit properly.

“Don’t they use their back paws to help in climbing? Putting on shoes would be as good as taking away their claws.”

He hummed in thought again, satisfied with his job on your foot. He was soon repeating the process on your other foot.