#juminxmc

"Nothing serious, see, your father and I spoke a lot and we came to the conclusion that you're stuck together with a soulmate. It's really unusual, but some soulmates pass their senses onto each other."

"How is that possible? Am I bound to a person, that can always steal my senses, how rude. I wish to stop this right now, father. How am I going to pass school, if I am not in full control of my body?"

"My son, all you have to do is find your soulmate and you're going to be fine~ Look at your mother and me, we found each other too, we broke up though but thats nothing you have to do with your soulmate..." The Chairman said and patted his sons head, who scoffed while hushing back from the touch of his father.

"yeah like that's how i am going to be happy" Jumin whispered, thinking about his soon stepmother to be who clearly didn't feel a thing for his father, her only interest was the money he had.

A few years later Jumin and his soulmate arranged each other pretty well, splitting up the senses was pretty exhausting but it was a fair thing to do. To him the worst days were the ones where he couldn't see, this black void he was left behind with scared him, and pulled these threads tighter and tighter. His thoughts ran wild and he had no one he could talk to. Not even Jihyun could help him in these moments.

Studying abroad was quite the expiriance for Jumin, he got to talk to a lot of interesting person, some gave him a really good insight of their live, peaking up his interest like Jihyun used to do. And then on one of the last days of his last semester abroad he met Mc.

It was on a party on a day where he couldn't see a thing. One of his fellow students threw a party and invited everybody as it seems. Sadly Jumin had no vision this day, so the massive noise level stressed him out. But then there was one voice that sounded not like the others, it was nice and warm and felt oddly familiar to him. He followed the voice, one hand always running along the walls guiding him towards his goal. Finding the voice.

But it disappeared so suddenly. A little disappointed he leaned himself with the back against the wall, checking the many different voices once more. But it was no where to be... Heard.

"You don't seem to be as drunk as the others." It was her. This voice. Warm, kind, soft. He didn't know if she was talking to him or somebody else though, so he decided not to speak up.

Then he felt somebody poking his shoulder. "Hey, you, I'm talking to you. Don't ignore me"

Jumin turned his head around, hoping it was somewhat pointing in her direction. "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know you were talking to me. No I'm not drinking, I need to find my way back to my dorm later."

"Hmm ... Wait are you... Blind?" The young man heard her sighing even without giving an answer she seemed to know. "I'm sorry, I hope I..."

"it's ok, you don't have to apologize." Jumin cut her off and offered her a weak smile.

After a long pause he wanted to break the ice again and asked for her name. While talking he found out that she couldn't hear and read his lips for the whole time, which was pretty impressive to him, she doesn't seem to have a big problem with it. The evening went on and the more drunk the people around them got, the more uncomfortable the both of them felt.

"Why don't we change our locations? To... Somewhere more peaceful?" Mc suggested and hooked her arm under his own, guiding him towards a small garden area, that seemed to be near by her dorm. " I love it here, it's so peaceful and quiet and on some days, the wind rushing through the leaves sound like waves."

He nodded along, carefully listening into the dark. And then he shook his head in disbelieve.

"Wait, didn't you explain to me earlier that you couldn't hear?"

"Only on some days, it changes day by day." She shrugged it off as if it was so.erhing completely normal and he nodded along.

"Hmm I know that, it changes for me too everyday. Actually you are the first person I met that has the same "problem" as me."

"Is this a soulmate thing for you too?" The young girl asked. Even though he couldn't see her face or anything right now but he could feel her gaze lingering on his features. Oh, How much he wished to see her right now, he was so intrigued by this person that stood right in front of him, how much he wished to take in her features, as she did with him right now.

He felt a strange tension building up in between them and a knot formed on his stomach, leaving an unknown feeling to him. Something he never felt before.

"yes, it is." He finally answered, hearing his own voice breaking.

"Hmm let's see, what kind of senses do you have today?" Mc asked.

"I can hear, and feel today, tomorrow my soulmate allows me to smell, taste and see then."

"that's.. odd" She stuttered, and he felt her shivering. With a quick move he offered her his jacket, thinking it came from the cold wind that came up. "I have those senses right now." She whispered, her voice barely making a sound.

"That... Really is odd." He felt his threads pulling tighter and he gasped for air. His hand grabbed her arm roughly in his panic, his thoughts ran wild again, jumping from thoughts of his parents and his stepmothers. What if she was his soulmate? Why did he have to find her now, right when he was about to go back home.

"Jumin? Are you alright?" His heartbeat slowed down when he felt her habds cupling his face. His skin burning under her touch. No this can't be. How could she calm him down like that?

He felt tears building up in his eyes, streaming down his face and over her hands.

"Stop crying, Jumin, you're safe. Breathe. Slowly." She told him, rubbing his tears away. "It'll be ok, I'm sure of it."

Still sobbing he pulled her into a hug, only now he realized that she had the perfect height for him too, he rested his head on the top of hers, holding on to her tightly.

"i'm here Jumin, my..." He could hear her sniffle into his shirt. Leaving wet spots with her own tears.

"soulmate." He completed her sentence with a sob. Both of them giggled, rubbing their tears away one last time.

Then he placed a kiss on her forehead. "Now that I know who you really are I would never let you go again."

She pulled him down to bring her lips up to his, they were soft and warm. "Do you think we both feel this at the same time one day?" Mc asked curiously.

“Jumin…” she breathed, running her hands over the duvet and ducking her head. “I think I’m in love with you.” Even though she was terrified, she couldn’t hold her feelings back any longer. She’d wished on every star that he felt the same way.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, the dim light of the bedside lamp illuminating the discomfort that had shone through on his face. Deep in her heart, she’d known what his answer would be. But she’d still dared to hope.

“I don’t feel the same way about you,” he said, chipping away another piece of her fragile heart as she buried the sorrow that threatened to overflow.

She smiled, nodded, and declined his apology. He couldn’t help the way he felt, so there was no need to feel sorry.

As he left her alone in his bed that night, she took the opportunity to cry. She could see how happy Jumin would be, but she wouldn’t be at his side to see it. 

Her watery eyes were on the floor when a pair of shoes appeared there, pulling her attention back to the present moment.

“Hey,” Seven spoke softly, pushing his hands further into the pockets of his slacks. She looked up at him, blinking quickly to push away any gathering tears.

“There you are,” she sighed, standing to meet him and smoothing out her dress. Seven breathed out a short, stiff laugh, shooting her a look that reflected what she imagined she would see if she looked in a mirror.

“Doing alright after all of that?” he asked. She paused at his question, watching his lips press into a thin line. She chuckled and pushed a lock of hair over her shoulder, avoiding his inquisitive eyes.

“Yeah,” she smiled, nodding to try and convince herself of her answer as well. “Tired, but alright,” she continued. He didn’t look like he believed her, but she would never admit otherwise. Maybe he could see how broken she felt through her eyes.

“That’s good,” he spoke under his breath. His stare was drawn away briefly, and she shifted her weight to her left foot as he took a slow breath in.

“Hey, uh,” Seven started, clearing his throat and taking his hands from his pockets to cross his arms over his chest. “Do you need a ride home?” he asked, making the gears in her tired head turn. Despite worrying about her return to Rika’s apartment that night and her own apartment the next morning, how she would be getting there was one detail she’d forgotten to agonize over.

“Uh,” she drawled, drawing her eyebrows down in thought. “I’ll be okay. I’m gonna make sure everything gets cleaned up around here,” she smiled, expecting a similar expression in return. But he frowned slightly, tilting his head.

“Are you sure? I know the address, so I could drop you off right there,” he reasoned, leaning closer to her. She kept smiling, shaking her head quickly.

“That’s alright. Thanks, Seven,” she replied, seeing his frown deepen as he looked in Jumin’s direction.

“No problem,” he said softly, returning his hands to his pockets and beginning to walk away. She watched him go, pushing a slow, shaky breath from her lips. Her heart was pounding at the very thought of just talking to Jumin, but she would never forgive herself if she were to miss the opportunity to talk to him before she left.

She cautiously walked toward the bar where he sat twirling his glass of champagne. He seemed to be deep in thought, and it almost deterred her from disturbing him.

“Hi,” she breathed out quietly, watching as his stormy eyes lifted from his drink to meet her stare.

“Ah, MC,” he hummed deeply, making her heart flutter at the use of her name. She stood next to the barstool to his right, placing a manicured hand on it to steady herself. He turned his body towards her, returning her gaze and making her cheeks grow warm. She really wished that he didn’t have such a dizzying effect on her, but that was yet another thing she couldn’t help.

“You must feel proud. The party was very successful for being planned in so little time,” he spoke. She smiled, glancing around at the ballroom once more.

“I do,” she said softly, turning back to him to find that his eyes had shifted back to the drink in his hand. “Thank you for all your help as well,” she spoke politely, watching him nod and quirk a small smile.

“I should thank you again as well. If not for your visit to my home, things would have gone much differently today.” His words made her stomach tighten, and when their eyes met once more, she was sure the pink of her cheeks was clearly visible to him.

She thought about how mortified both Sarah and Glam were after Jumin’s speech, and the memory was almost amusing. But what delighted her most was knowing that Jumin wouldn’t have to live a life that his father had tried to force him into. Thinking about the change Jumin went through while Elizabeth was gone lifted her spirits slightly, but she couldn’t help the tearing of her heart when she thought about how she wouldn’t be at his side to see him keep growing. He didn’t want her there.

“You’re welcome,” she replied, her voice small and airy. Jumin cleared his throat, placing his glass down gently on the bar and standing from his seat. She watched as he straightened his suit vest and coat, hearing him breathe out with a sense of finality and determination.

“I have dinner plans with my father soon, but allow me to have Driver Kim take you to the C&R building,” he said, clasping his hands behind his back as he gazed down at her. She shook her head, waving her hand dismissively.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that. I can just take a taxi,” she said, watching him shake his head in return.

“Nonsense. I insist,” he protested politely, making her lips turn up in a smile she failed to control. Others may have seen him as cold and callous, but she had learned how kind and thoughtful Jumin really was.

She said goodbye to Zen and Yoosung as Jaehee chatted with Jumin about cleanup. He waited for her by the main doors, gesturing for her to leave first.

The sun was setting when they made it outside, and the chill of evening was beginning to set in. She followed behind him quietly, grateful that she had a few extra moments with him.

“Right here,” Jumin spoke up, gesturing to the familiar Mayback waiting at the curb. She nodded, watching him from the corner of her eye. They both stopped near the door, but as Jumin moved to open it for her, she took a sharp breath in.

“Before we go,” she said, biting down on the tip of her tongue when she realized she didn’t know what she wanted to say. Jumin watched her expectantly, his eyebrows lifting as his hand fell from the handle of the car door.

“Yes?” he prompted, making her glance away quickly.

“I just, um,” she started, pushing her hair behind her ear nervously. “I wanted to thank you,” she said, nodding afterward and looking up at him. His lips twitched upward into a partial smile.

“There’s no need. I’m sure this car is much more comfortable than a taxi would be,” he said, glancing down at the car and making her mouth fall open slightly. “In addition, anything but the best leather seats could damage your dress,” he told her, briefly eyeing the gown she was wearing and making her chest tighten slightly.

“Yes, I’m thankful for the ride,” she chuckled, gripping the clutch in her hand a little tighter. “But I wanted to thank you specifically for being so kind to me,” she clarified. He tilted his head as he gazed down at her, and she didn’t try to control the genuine smile she felt tugging at her lips at the thought of the last few days she’d spent with him.

“Your hospitality was lovely, and you were so thoughtful even when you had so much going on,” she said, wondering if she’d imagined the way his eyes softened at her words.

“It was my pleasure,” he replied warmly, making her heart jump in her chest excitedly. They gazed at each other for a moment longer than she’d expected, but she was searching his eyes for something, anything, that signaled a sign of affection for her. She couldn’t help herself.

His lips parted to speak, but she panicked slightly, knowing he had a dinner to attend to soon.

“Jumin, I…” she started, hesitating before she said more than she wanted to. One look up at him made her stomach flip, his eyes wide and expectant towards her. She took a deep breath and started again.

“I truly care about your well-being. You deserve to be happy, and if I could help even a little bit, I’m glad,” she said quietly, her confidence fading as she spoke.

He smiled, glancing down quickly before catching her eyes again. The peaceful expression on his face, compared to when she’d first arrived at his penthouse, let her know that she really had done something for him. It warmed her heart to know that he would be alright. That was all that mattered.

“Thank you,” he spoke, his voice fading into a whisper. He quickly ducked his head, clearing his throat and opening the car door for her to get in. She smiled, trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach as she carefully gathered her dress and got into the car.

She turned to watch him place one foot inside the car, but his phone rang, making him pause and dig it out of his suit coat pocket. One glance at the screen made the tone of his voice shift and the expression on his face change completely.

“I must take this call. Please be safe on your way back,” he spoke distractedly, accepting the call without another word and closing the car door as he stepped back onto the sidewalk. She blinked in surprise, exhaling shakily as her heart fell.

Just like that, he was in another world, and she had no part of it.

“Ready to go, miss?” Driver Kim asked from the front of the car. She flinched slightly, her eyes fixated on Jumin as he stood with his back to her just outside the door.

After that night, when would she see him again? It wasn’t likely they would have another party so soon, and Jumin’s schedule was always full. Thinking about being separated from him for months or even years made tears brim in her eyes. And when the thought of him finding a girlfriend or wife by that time entered her mind, she held back a sob.

He didn’t love her, and she couldn’t force him to.

She nearly jumped when he turned towards her, glancing at the car in confusion. Their eyes met for a brief moment as a tear slipped onto her cheek, but then he looked away, beginning to walk back towards the building.

She bit down on her bottom lip, shaking her head at how hard she’d fallen and how devastated it’d left her.

“Yeah,” she breathed out, pulling her eyes away from him. “Let’s go.”

~~~~~

The hunger in his heart ached for intimacy and his eyes filled with lust as his imagination ran wild, how would he find her? What was she wearing? That nice set of lingerie that he bought not so long ago while he was on a business trip? Or nothing at all? 

He felt his excitement rising with every step he made further to the bedroom. 

Jumin opened the door and entered their shared room. His lover seemed to be asleep. What a pity. Still it was an amazing sight, how could she look even more beautiful when she was asleep? But to his surprise she moaned, sounding like she was in great pain, before she shuffled around trying to find a comfortable position to sit in.

"Hey Jumin", Mc yawned, she sounded more than tired and he already felt bad for having all these thoughts running through his mind just mere seconds ago. 

"Mc, are you not feeling well?" He asked and sat down at her side of the bed, running his hand over hers. 

She closed her eyes and writhed in pain. Bobbing her torso up and down as if it came in waves. Jumin frowned, watching her with concern in his dark eyes. 

When he saw tears streaming down her cheeks he closed the distance and hugged her tightly. 

"What's wrong, Mc? Can I help you? Should I call the doctor?" He asked while placing small kisses on her soft hair in between his questions. 

"No, it's okay, Jumin, I… actually I'm on my period." Mc finally answered, her hands gripping tighter into the soft fabric of his shirt. 

"Oh no,.. my dear, can I do anything for you? How about a hot water bottle? Or would you like to have some painkillers?" He asked, still looking at her in concern after she pulled herself back out of their embrace. 

With a light grin she lifted the blanket to show him the hot water bottle. Then she sighed and ran her hands through her disheveled hair again. 

"To be honest I already took some. They don't really ease the cramps though. But there's something you could do after all, if you want to help..." 

Mc stood up only to sat down on the floor right before Jumin. She held her hands out for him and showed him to stand up. The dark haired man did as she wished, placing his soft hands in hers. 

"What do you want me to do now?" He whispered and looked down on his significant other who just got hit by another wave of cramps. Before she answered his question she lied down on her back. 

"Can you stand on my belly please? Pressure sometimes relieves the pain too, at least for me, I'll hold you." 

Jumin stood there not even moving a finger. He shook his head in disbelief and scoffed. 

"I don't think it would be a good idea if you let me, a 78kg heavy man, stand on your womb- with full weight. You know that I'm afraid to hurt you, Mc, I'm sorry my love but I can't do this to you." 

"Do it with just one foot then, please Jumin.", Mc begged. He usually liked it when she begged him to do something but this time he didn't enjoy it in the slightest. 

Jumin took a deep breath, swallowed down his doubts and put one foot on her belly, adjusting his position and his weight a little bit more so that he wouldn't hurt her. He could feel how tense her muscles were underneath his foot, but to his surprise she smiled again a few seconds later.A sigh of relief followed her smile when he began to move his foot like a little caterpillar massaging her torso softly.

"I think it's better now, thank you, my dear." She said after a few moments. While Jumin helped her to get up she gave him a soft kiss, before hurrying under the blanket again. Mc tapped the empty space right next to her lightly, showing Jumin to come under the blanket too. 

"Come here" Mc said pouting when she realized he turned around to undress himself.

He laughed softly at her grimace and hurried to the bathroom to get himself ready for bed too. 

When he came back into the bedroom, he pushed the blanket back, quickly crawled under it and made sure to tuck it around the both of them. 

"Are you feeling better?" He asked again and pulled her closer into his arms. He didn't know how else he could comfort her but thought that she may enjoy a cuddling session after all. 

"Yes, I do, thanks again, Juju." She turned around and placed another kiss on the corner of his mouth. His cheeks flushed with a bright link and a smile spread over his lips.

"Oh stop it with that name. It's horrible." He groaned, kissed her neck and blew a raspberry, making her laugh and writhe around in his arms. Not letting her escape from his hug. He knew it was her sensitive spot, and that it always made her laugh. 

"I will never stop calling you Juju. I think it's cute and it's the perfect nickname for you" she giggled and poked his nose. 

"Well then, I can't argue with that." The young man nodded and pulled her closer again. 

Slowly he let his hand wander down to her belly and before she could say anything Jumin tilted his head and smiled softly. 

"Can I offer you another massage? Maybe that'll help you more than my bad attempt at running you over." The smile turned into a smirk. 

"At least you didn't crash a car this time." 

"Haha." 

"I love you, Jumin" 

"I love you too"