#mcxjumin

“Assistant Kang, please also investigate the hotel’s status further. I’d like to know their banquet reviews and frequency,” Jumin started, straightening his back and glancing over as Jaehee began to scribble on her clipboard. “I’m interested to know the turnover rate of their employees and what training they go through before anything.” The confidentiality of their guests was extremely important, and nothing could go wrong at the party due to the lack of proper training on the hotel’s part.

A small frown grew on MC’s face, drawing his gaze curiously. Was she displeased at the amount of help he was offering her? He normally took the role of investigating the possible hosts of the locations for their parties.

“That sounds great, Jumin,” she sighed, unclasping her hands from behind her back. “But– here! Just imagine it,” she grinned, changing her aura almost instantly. She quickly walked to the middle of the room, gesturing to the left side of the hall.

“We can have all the tables here, and we can hire that company for the centerpieces that we were talking about,” she began, nudging that last comment at Jaehee. “The refreshments can be set up there, and oh! I was thinking we could have V’s auction set up on the opposite side of the room. I want to give him space to arrange his pieces the way he wants, and–”

“I think he’ll appreciate that,” Jaehee interjected, smiling back at MC. Jumin was watching her, not realizing that his hands had relaxed at his sides. He quickly stuck them in his pant pockets, but the almost-anxious action caught MC’s attention.

“Jumin? Can you see what I mean?” she asked, walking closer to him once more. He raised his eyebrows, his eyes flitting around the room as he tried to visualize the ideas she had proposed.

“I think we should still review all the options, but if you would like to be in charge of how we arrange the room, you are welcome to,” he replied, looking back down at her as she breathed quickly out of her nose like that was the wrong answer.

“What about the view? The Seoul skyline?” she prompted, stepping to his left side so they were both facing the wall of windows to the east. She steadied herself with one hand on his forearm, using her other to point out at the windows enthusiastically.

“The Highrise Enthusiasts will love it, don’t you think? And once the sun begins to set?” she asked, almost commanding more of his attention than what had been drawn to the sudden upset feeling in his stomach. He stared down at her, seeing her wide smile and trying to figure out why he felt slightly sick. Had the minor change in his breakfast routine thrown off his perfect equilibrium?

“Consider it?” MC urged, her mouth softening into a gentle smile directed at him. He moved to speak, feeling his stomach clench once more in distress. Perhaps he should have stayed at the office to finish his paperwork instead of accompanying them that day.

“I’ll try my best to see your vision,” he agreed, nodding along before pressing his lips together. It was only when MC backed away, satisfied with his answer and releasing her light grip on his arm, that he unclenched the fists he’d made in his pockets.

“I’m not settling, but I think this would be a lovely venue if we don’t find another good option,” she offered, tilting her head at Jaehee. The two girls smiled at each other, and Jumin took a deep breath to try to settle his heart rate. He would definitely need to talk to his dietician, if not his doctor. Maybe the air in the banquet hall wasn’t filtered correctly? He couldn’t think straight.

“We can definitely consider it, MC,” Jaehee said, glancing up at her boss. He nodded at her, avoiding the party planner’s eyes as he turned back towards the entrance of the hall.

“I believe we should go before the traffic gets too much worse,” Jumin spoke quickly, wondering if there would be hardly any traffic outside. He led the way, bowing to the hotel staff as they took the elevator down to the ground floor.

MC gushed about the lobby when they passed through, latching onto Jaehee’s arm but not surprising the assistant in the least. Jumin watched with intrigue, interested as to if the small gesture had really been the reason for the ill feeling that hadn’t quite left him.

Driver Kim was waiting with the company car for them just outside the entrance, and to Jumin’s slight surprise, the lunchtime traffic was actually a little worse than usual.

Jaehee sat upfront, leaving Jumin in the backseat with MC. Driver Kim pulled out into the street quickly, knowing that they would want to get back to the office as soon as possible.

“I think Zen would really like the red accents in that hall, don’t you think, Jaehee? I only just thought of that,” MC commented, pulling out her phone. “I should send him a picture.” Jumin couldn’t help but peek at her phone, watching her send a picture that he hadn’t realized she’d taken. Jumin was in the picture, and Jaehee was hidden behind him as they had been talking to the manager. The subject of the picture was the stage at the head of the banquet hall, but the fact that Jumin was also in the picture alleviated some of the heat that rose to his ears when she had opened her private chat with Zen.

Jumin focused his attention back on his own phone, reading over the emails he had received while they had taken their short trip. The car was mostly quiet except for the light air conditioning and the gentle piano sonatas that Driver Kim always played on the radio. But before long, MC began to yawn, making Jaehee laugh after the first subsequent few.

“If you’d like, I could make you some coffee before you head back,” Jaehee offered, making MC smile and hum thoughtfully.

“That sounds lovely, thank you,” she replied, locking her phone and placing it and her hands in her lap. “I can’t sleep very much lately.” Jumin’s ears perked up, his attention shifting from his emails to their conversation more fully.

“Is that so?” Jaehee replied, turning in her seat to look back in slight concern.

“Oh, it’s just the transition from my old apartment to Rika’s apartment and now my new apartment is definitely an adjustment,” she explained, shrugging at Jaehee. “I’m used to a lot of background noise, so I need a good fan or something to–” She interrupted herself to yawn again, giggling herself out of it and making him finally look up at her completely. The sound was hard for him to ignore, for some reason.

“To drown out the quiet,” she finished, stealing a glance at him before looking back at Jaehee. He blinked at her comment, thinking about how quiet his penthouse was. If he compared it to the noise in the car at that moment, he could almost feel his ears ringing at the intense silence he would find in his own home. A strange thought then popped into his head; he wondered if she were ever to visit his house if she would hate it, or if her pleasant laughter would fill the space instead. But when his mind slipped into wondering what position she would sleep in or what she would look like waking up in the morning, he minutely shook his head, trying to clear the strange thoughts that seemingly came from thin air.

“I wouldn’t mind helping you look for a high-quality fan,” Jaehee spoke up, pulling him from his momentary daze. Again, he felt a strange sensation in his stomach, and he wondered if he really was developing an illness.

“Oh my goodness, please don’t,” MC said quickly, waving her hand dismissively. “I could never add more to your plate, Jaehee.” His assistant made a strange noise, somewhere between a sneeze and a cough, but brushed it off quickly and excused herself before turning back around in her seat.

The soothing piano melodies took over the quiet of the car once more, and Jumin went back to his emails, trying to find where he’d left off reading.

After only a few more minutes, he heard a small snore come from MC, and his eyes were drawn almost immediately to her. She had her head tilted back against the headrest, her mouth slightly open, and his first thought was of how quickly she had dozed off.

It was a long moment that he stared at her, seeing the rise and fall of her chest and listening to the air pass through her lips. Jumin realized how unexplainable his gaze would be if anyone saw him, so he pulled his eyes back to his phone, absentmindedly opening his browser. He began researching top-reviewed fans, but his mind switched quickly to another query.

How to fall asleep in my apartment if it is too quiet

Jumin had blocked out all other noise, focused on his research when there was sudden pressure and warmth on his left shoulder. His eyes moved before any other part of him could, seeing the top of MC’s head in the corner of his vision. His heart executed what he could only describe as a high jump, nearly eliciting a vocal reaction from him.

His whole body felt frozen, stuck in midair. Was she still asleep? If so, would she wake up if he so much as breathed? He anxiously tested it, feeling her body rise and fall with the rhythm of his breathing, and in doing so almost missing the rapid rate at which he was inhaling and exhaling. He tried to relax, staying as still as possible. He would much rather her be comfortable than him, even if that meant they would stay like this for the rest of their car ride.

Jumin looked back to his phone, exiting his browser and switching back to his emails. It was almost too much to try and focus on anything but the pattern of her breathing or the way he could barely feel her feathery exhales brushing the back of his hand.

When Driver Kim made a sudden stop, MC’s head slipped forward, nearly shifting off of his shoulder. She made a dissatisfied noise, raising his heart rate as she repositioned to move her whole body closer to his side. One of her hands found the crook of his elbow, her gentle grip hardly even noticeable through the fabric of his dress shirt and jacket.

He focused on his own breathing, wondering why her proximity was making him feel so uneasy. Maybe the combination of her closeness, her hand on his arm, and the way the simple scent of her shampoo was lingering in the air was the reason for his mental disquiet. But before he could take too long to dwell on it, they had arrived back at the C&R building. The dim lighting of their underground parking garage cast long shadows into the car, and he couldn’t help but tense up as he realized what was about to happen.

Jumin couldn’t bring himself to move, even as Jaehee opened the door for him. His assistant paused, glancing in at the both of them in confusion.

“Mr. Han? Did she real fall asle–” Jumin held a hand up, motioning for her to be a little quieter.

“What should I do?” he whispered without thinking, turning to glance at the woman lying against him to hide the way his face began to warm. He felt so unlike himself, but it seemed as though he didn’t have any way to control that fact for the time being, not with her there asleep on his arm.

Jaehee was quiet for a moment before clearing her throat and prompting him to look back at her, feeling an unexpected dependency on his assistant.

“I think you should wake her up,” Jaehee whispered back, pressing her lips together quickly to avoid smiling. Jumin pretended not to see that, furrowing his eyebrows at her. “If you move your shoulder slowly, she will probably begin to fall and wake up,” she offered, drawing an even more confused expression from him.

“I thought you would have a helpful answer,” he murmured to himself, trying to think of a solution quickly. Normally the security guards waiting nearby never bothered him, but even having Jaehee as an audience to whatever was happening felt intrusive.

“Please take the security guards and gather everyone for our one o’clock meeting,” he instructed, watching from his peripheral vision as Jaehee paused for a moment before nodding and turning away. Once she and the guards were closed in the elevator, he let out a slow, even breath.

He turned to look at MC, his chin almost brushing against her hair. He tilted his head forward slightly to see her face, his chest tightening when he saw her in the dim lighting. Her hair was hanging slightly in his way, but her lips were opened slightly in a pout, drawing his eyes first. He’d never noticed how long her eyelashes were or the pleasing slope of her nose until that moment, and the slightest color in her cheeks nearly made him reach up to feel the warmth waiting there. The thought of touching her was what made him release the breath he’d been holding, the air from his lips blowing her hair against her nose. It seemed to tickle her, her eyes fluttering and her face scrunching in response.

Jumin startled, pulling his face away just in time for her eyes to flutter open. She took an unsteady breath in, lifting her head to look around.

When their eyes met, hers blew fully wide, both of her hands shooting up to cover her mouth. The color of her face went red, a shade even more pleasing than before, even if he couldn’t see it as well as he would have liked in the poor lighting.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to fall asleep!” she exclaimed, her eyebrows pulling together like she wanted to cry. Jumin’s heart leaped, his unexplainable delight switching to regret.

“It’s alright,” he responded, shaking his head quickly as he moved to take off his seatbelt. She did the same, pressing her hands to her cheeks while he stole a glance at her. She looked distressed, but she was blushing and fixing her hair nervously. As she pulled it behind her ears, she moved to look at him. He quickly looked away, stepping out of the car and offering her his hand to help her out. She hesitated but took it, and the feeling that started in his fingertips and radiated through his whole body almost made him pull her into him again. But he controlled himself, watching as she walked past him towards the elevator.

Jumin faltered for a moment, hesitant to follow behind her too closely in case she was still uncomfortable. He shut the car door behind himself, buttoning his jacket and fixing his sleeves. He took even strides over to the elevator, glancing at her for less than a second as he stepped inside and selected his floor.

They were both silent as the doors closed and their ascent began, and Jumin wondered if she could hear the way his heart was racing in his chest as it pounded in his ears.

“Jumin,” she called, making him flinch. He played it off by brushing imaginary dust from his sleeve, glancing over at her. He had only intended to turn his head enough to imply that he was listening, but once their eyes met, he didn’t dare look away from such a sight.

She was smiling, a light pink settling over her cheeks as she blinked up at him.

“Why are you blushing too?” she whispered, pressing her lips together when his eyes widened. He felt his face grow even warmer, a heat simmering along the entire expanse of his body. Her expression could only be described as teasing, and the idea brought a whole new level of depth to the way he felt ill.

“I-um,” he started, surprising himself when he stuttered and was at a loss for words. While his mind scrambled to put any words together, either in response to her or for an explanation as to what he was experiencing, she giggled into her hand.

Jumin knew right then that even though he had no idea what she was doing to him, he would do everything in his power to make sure that it wouldn’t stop.

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It never ended. An altered voice again, the same threats. It had been going on for days. His security team couldn’t make a change. Not even the increase of workers in the unit helped. Luciel’s help wasn’t working either. As a result he had switched phone numbers several times. Still the calls came on a daily basis.

Police hadn’t changed anything as well.

Assistant Kang reassured him she didn’t forward any of these calls.

After three months, Jumin slowly became worried.

His wife had no idea - why should he bother her with it. MC would only be anxious and smile less, which was not an option. She had to be happy. He would do everything for her.

When the first accidents occurred, he told himself these were just accidents. There was no way these things could be happening on purpose. When the first ones involved his wife , his mind changed quickly.

The worker that stumbled into her, spilling coffee over the dress she loved that much - Fired.

The assistant that forgot to remind her about her doctor appointments - Fired.

The driver that hit a wall while parking when she sat in the back - Fired.

There was no way all these things happened on a single day. Especially worrisome was the fact, that the calls had predicted these actions.

In the evening, MC had twice as many bodyguards. She heavily insisted they weren’t necessary, but Jumin wouldn’t listen. This was a matter of safety. It would be best if she stayed at home.

The next morning Jumin tried to make her stay at the house they had bought. He had no idea how much she would debate. In the end they were both late for work. A thing that had never happened since the day of their marriage.

In the afternoon police officers came to his office, telling him they found out who had threatened him for months. Jumin made Assistant Kang tend to the issue. Everything was calm. His mind wasn’t calm at all.

Then a single phone call - “What if something was to happen to your family, hmm? Give us what we want.”

He ended the call without saying a word. On his way to MC’s office rooms, he clenched his fists even though he tried to suppress his feelings. Jumin Han, CEO of C&R, unable to control his emotions. What a bad example for his workers he was.

Jumin took deep breaths and ensured to look composed as he knocked on his wife’s door. No reaction. Was she in danger? No. He had to think more calm here. He wondered if she was in a meeting or had accepted some sort of call.  Impossible. He would know about that.

Without another thought he opened the door.

The room was empty. His wife, MC, was nowhere to be seen. In this moment his stomach clenched together. Narrowed eyebrows. Jumin could feel his heart, pressing blood through his veins. Every inch of his body was electrified and filled with adrenaline. Quickly he calculated the reactions of his body. This was definitely fear.

Jumin turned around, already calling for MC’s assistant to find out where she was. The young woman gasped loudly when she realised who was on the phone and immediately told him about his wife’s whereabouts. At least she didn’t try to flirt with him.

Jumin couldn’t believe what she told him. He really didn’t want to believe MC was this reckless, especially after the fight this morning, but he had to be sure. There was no place for risks. He knew she always tried to do most of the work herself. She didn’t like to eat in the cafeteria. Sadly this meant, she often went to the convenience store with Assistant Kang.

Rushing throw the building, Jumin made his way to the main entrance. Outside he caught a glimpse of the dark red coat she had worn this morning. Next to it stood a tall, dark dressed man way too close to her.

His body tensed, alarmed. She was in danger. Without another thought he ran towards her.

“MC, no!”, he yelled when she turned towards the stranger with a smile on her lips.

The annoying beeping sound had a exact rhythm. Beep. One second. And repeat. Usually repeating patterns had a soothing effect on him. This, in contrary, stole his sleep for days.

Jumin recalled the fateful day that changed his life. He had crossed the street, eyes fixed on his wife. There was no time to look left and right. She was in danger. This led to the worst outcome possible. He had not seen the cars.

As he had crossed the street halfway, MC had turned towards him. Immediately her eyes widened and she ran towards him. How sweet she was, Jumin thought. Absentmindedly he brushed a hair strand from her unmoving face.

So still.. like a porcelain doll from China. Her beauty.. would she stay like this forever?

As quiet as possible he stood up and pressed one last kiss on her forehead. THere was nothing more to do for him. It was a fight he couldn’t win. She would have wanted him to go on, live his life and care for their child. The boy was constantly asking about his ‘mommy’, but Jumin didn’t have the words to answer his questions. They had gone with her.

“Mr. Han, your presence is required in the hospital. Please come as soon as you can!”

Jumin stared at his phone display. The caller had already cancelled the call. One sign and driver Kim sprinted towards the car, ready to take him to the destination. The streets were rushing past them, creating a puddle of colors. He couldn’t concentrate. Every thought circled around her.

When they arrived, he instantly rushed towards her room, ignoring all the medical stuff on his way there. No one would be able to take him away from her. He grabbed the door and almost slammed it open. Inside, people turned their heads to identify the intruder. Doctors and nurses surrounded her bed. And in the middle she sat, with open eyes and smile when she recognised him.

She was alive, and now she had finally woken up after months of waiting.

A tear ran down his cheek as he hurried to her side and took her hand. The desire to hug, whirl around and kiss her was unbearable, but he restrained himself. Fully aware about her state, he had decided to give her time and take things slow as soon as she was by his side again.

Instead of her usual, gentle touch, she pressed her fingernails into his palm. Anger plastered all over her face. Within seconds a full blown tantrum was thrown into his face, shocking the doctors enough to leave them alone for a while.

“How could you be this DUMB?!! You could have died!” Her voice resembled a screech and no matter how much he tried to calm her, she just kept on screaming at him how dangerous his behaviour had been.

Jumin had to admit how right she was. In the end she lay her in the hospital because she pushed him off the street. She got hit by a car in his stead. He would never find words or actions to express how sorry and worried he was.