#mysme ff

C&R’s stocks were soaring in price, the news of the wedding was all over, and the continued lawsuit against Sarah and Glam Choi kept Jumin running a nonstop marathon. She continually offered to help both him and Jaehee, but there was never much she could do to truly help.

When she had time, Jumin’s father took up what he could of it. He wanted to learn all about her, though she wished Jumin could accompany her. His father was a kind man, but he had his opinions about their relationship. All she could do was smile and nod, wanting to keep peace and harmony between all parties.

Her own parents were waiting for the first opportunity to meet Jumin in person, but even a month after the party, everything was still too hectic.

But, there would come moments when they were finally alone.

Sometimes they would just hold each other, opting for physical comfort to fill the short minutes they were allowed. Other times, they would spill their whole days out in the air.

On most occasions, they would share Jumin’s lunch. She would visit his office and greet a disheveled Jaehee, closing the door of Jumin’s office behind her. An hour felt so short as they ate slowly and talked, catching each other up on all the little details.

And other times, like that day, she’d had enough. An hour a day with her husband-to-be was not sufficient, and she knew he felt the same.

“Jumin, do you have time?”

The answer was, and probably always would be, no, but perhaps he’d heard the tone of her voice through the phone. The exhaustion, the longing in the way she breathed out, and so he replied, “Yes.”

“Where are you?” was what immediately followed, and she took a long, deep inhale.

“I’m home. Would you be able to—“

“I’m leaving now,” he cut in, his voice gentle yet urgent. Despite the excitement blossoming in her stomach, she looked up, glancing around her messy apartment. He’d only visited once, just after the small abode had been purchased nearly a month ago. It had become cluttered since then; there was barely enough time to sleep anymore.

“Arrive safely, please,” she smiled, hearing him moving about quickly. He chuckled shortly, halting to place all his attention on her once more.

“I can’t wait to see you,” he replied, sounding resolute as he sighed.

They said goodbye, her hands tingling in anticipation.

The five minutes his trip took felt like hours, but she tried to busy herself with tidying up. She shakily folded blankets and arranged her shoes neatly on the floor.

She heard his footfalls before his gentle knock pierced the door, her body lunging for the handle immediately.

There he was, Jumin Han, standing in her doorway. The anxious anticipation in his eyes simmered into a warm, glowing fondness that she could almost feel against her skin.

“Hello, my love,” he sighed, grinning crookedly. She laughed slightly, reaching forward to take his hand in hers and lead him into the apartment and close the door behind him.

“I’ve missed you,” she said, letting her hand fall from his only to be able to wrap her arms around his middle. He returned her embrace immediately, their bodies melting into each other.

She felt the way his tense shoulders deflated against her, her own body buzzing from the immediate relief she felt at having him in her arms.

She was the first to pull away, looking up at him with complete adoration and overflowing gratitude. He returned her gaze, looking her over and nodding to himself happily.

“I’m glad to see you’re doing well,” he said, his voice just above a whisper. She pursed her lips, shooting him a knowing look.

“I am now,” she replied just as quietly, watching his smile migrate from his eyes to his lips. He reached forward, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead and igniting a small fire in the pit of her stomach.  

“Your apartment looks lovely, by the way,” he commented, drawing his eyes up and past her.

“Thank you,” she smiled, turning in his hold to look behind herself. Jumin hadn’t been able to visit her apartment since the initial purchase, and although she’d sent him numerous pictures after furnishing it, she was still excited to show him around.

“Would you like to see?” she wondered, intertwining her fingers with his and blinking up at him. He nodded once, smiling down at her and squeezing her hand.

She walked him through her living space, briefly explaining the reasoning behind her decorations as he followed behind her. He let her speak, more than content to listen to her voice for hours on end.

When they finished, she absentmindedly led him back towards the kitchen, eyeing the door and feeling a wave of bitter anticipation wash over her.

Jumin stopped a single pace behind her, their hands still tangled together at their sides. She turned back to look at him, longing to take in his presence for as long as possible.

The way he looked down at her reminded her of the first time they’d met at his penthouse. He’d simply stared into her eyes, making her cheeks grow warm and her heart flutter in her chest. Jumin later revealed that he’d wanted to kiss her the moment he laid eyes on her, and the memory brought another gentle smile to her lips.

She couldn’t fathom how much she’d taken their time together for granted. No part of her wanted Jumin to go through the same pain as those days when Elizabeth went missing, but to have that time alone with him once more would be all she would ever ask for again.

Her free hand moved to Jumin’s upper arm, her fingers curling around his bicep loosely as she stepped closer.

“Thank you for coming,” she whispered, hugging his arm to her chest as he looked down at her curiously.

“I’m yours,” he replied simply, making her next breath hitch in her throat. His eyes followed the way her lips parted, a near-silent gasp for air. His free hand rose to meet her cheek, his thumb stroking her temple.

“Good,” she let out, moving her hand from his arm to his shoulder to steady herself. They both leaned in to kiss each other, meeting in the middle blissfully.

The way Jumin kissed her could easily convince anyone that he really did have all the time in the world. His slow, precise movements made warmth bubble in her chest and made her knees feel like buckling. It was more than a kiss; it was a study, an exploration. Her instinctual movements, her reactions, the way her body responded to his; Jumin took his time to commit it all to memory.

All of her senses were heightened and dialed into him, and the gentle way his hand was pressing into her waist was making everything feel fuzzy around the edges.

Jumin pulled away for a desperate breath, and she barely stopped herself from chasing after him. She blinked up at him, seeing his dazed eyes move past her to focus on the wall just behind her.

“On second thought, my love,” he breathed, gazing down at her once more. “Some of your design choices are abysmal. You should remove the clock from the wall.” She pressed her lips together, staring up at him in mild confusion while his hand still hadn’t moved from her side.

“How dare you let time pass while we’re together?” he whispered, making her lips split into a grin that bubbled into a laugh as she shook her head.

“I’m sorry,” she giggled, pushing some of his hair from his eyes as he smiled playfully down at her. “How rude of me,” she replied softly, running a thumb across his cheekbones and reveling in the warmth just beneath his skin.

Meeting his eyes might have finally made her legs give out if he hadn’t been holding her up with him. What little of his irises weren’t shadowed seemed to burn as he took her in completely, and the sight made her heart struggle to beat properly.

She parted her lips to speak, thinking for a brief moment that maybe she could continue his joke and make him laugh as well. But any reply slipped her mind when his gaze shifted to her mouth, making her thoughts sizzle into nothing but that of kissing him even once more.

A breath before their lips met again, his phone buzzed needily in his suit pocket as it was pressed between his chest and hers. She met his eyes, watching as the euphoria in them faded all too quickly. He pulled away just enough to reach in and silence the call, frowning slightly at her. She replied with a gentle smile, reaching up to press an understanding kiss to his lips that he restrained himself from deepening.

“I want more time,” he breathed as she pulled away, his fingers splaying across her lower back in order to keep her right where she was. She nodded in agreement, waiting for that familiar disappointment to settle in her chest.

But as she watched the way he was willing to melt for her, to drop everything, all she felt blooming in her stomach was relief. Jumin was hers, and she was his. A moment alone would never be enough, but they’d promised each other a lifetime.

“We have it, Jumin,” she replied simply, watching his eyes as they took her in completely. “All the time in the world.”

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“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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