@darling-aries requested: Hey! I saw that you are wanting some request? I was wondering if I could request a singer MC who has been put on vocal rest (with possible vocal damage) because of overuse? I have done something very similar to this recently and it is awful. My speaking voice is really hoarse/non-existent if I speak for to long. I also have a cough that won’t go away. I just want some RFA boi comfort… :’( You can decide what RFA character you want to write for. Im not picky!
A/N: hi @darling-aries im so sorry that this request took so long and it’s only two characters T-T my summer has been surprisingly busy but i hope your vocal rest is going well & you’re feeling better!!! this is my fist time writing for these characters so I hope they aren’t ooc ;-; sending good vibes your way and i hope you’re having a wonderful day <3
Summary:Scenarios of how Zen and Jumin would react with MC on vocal rest!
Warnings: vocal rest but nothing else i don’t think ;3
- Zen -
- this man knows the struggle
- overused his voice a couple of times after doing too many intense performances in a row
- is willing to have a one-sided conversation while you text him and he talks to you
- whenever you try to talk to him, he’ll scold you just a lil bit
- “I want you to get better, jagiya. Can’t do that if you keep talking.”
- gives you excessive amounts of physical affection to make up for it
- lots of kisses on your throat all in the name of making you feel better
- “This is where it hurts right? I’ll kiss it better!”
-honestly just a cutie i love him T-T
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As much as you hated the whole “vocal rest” thing, this was pretty amazing. Zen had decided that, because you couldn’t sing or speak, this would be the perfect time to give you a private performance of his own creation. A medley of all of your favorite songs along with songs you performed before. Your round of applause sounded throughout the apartment. Zen took a deep and over dramatic bow, waving to an imaginary audience. “Thank you, thank you! I’ll be here all week!” Zen half-shouted, blowing kisses at you. Grabbing a water bottle and plopping himself on the couch next to you, he dragged you on his lap and took out his phone. “How’d I do babe? As amazing as you’d hoped?” he asked, expectantly waiting for your response. Typing out a flurry of praises, a handful of pings came from Zen’s phone. “I see,” he said, drawing out the “e”. “Your favorite part was when I had the least amount of clothes on, hmm?” he teased, pulling you closer to him. “If I didn’t know any better I’d think you only like me for my body,” he joked. At your pouting face he let out a loud laugh, the sound of your fast typing in the background. Another ping, your indignance showing clearly through your expression and text message. “Sorry jagiya, you’re just too cute to tease,” he said, his voice dropping slightly as he planted a kiss on your neck.
- Jumin -
- probably more concerned than anything else
- also the silence in the apartment is a little unsettling for him
- you have unlocked “concerned husband”
- has a little furrow in between his brows whenever he hears you cough
- unintentionally makes you laugh with his bluntness of how rough you sound
- “Your laugh sounds like a dog toy, darling.”
- buys you all the fancy teas and remedies
- definitely takes off work at least the first day just so he can make sure you’re ok
- just a lil overbearing but it’s only because he wants you to make a full recovery!!!
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“Jumin-“
“No darling, you have to drink the tea.”
You love your husband, you promise, but this is ridiculous. The third cup of tea you’ve had today and Jumin is insistent that you drink another. Letting out another painful cough, you grab the pen and paper Jumin had given you and write a quick response and hold out the paper. Reading your refusal to drink the tea, Jumin sighs. “You know I won’t force you, but please take care of yourself.” You nod at him, turning your attention back to the show you were watching. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Jumin typing on his laptop, and check to see what he’s doing. Stifling a laugh, you read the name of the article he’s reading, “Top 10 Best Remedies for Vocal Rest.” Gently tapping on his hand to get his attention, you slowly close his laptop and Jumin looks at you questioningly. Writing out a quick response, you tell him how much you appreciate him taking care of you, but assure him that you’ll be fine. Once Jumin reads your response, he heaves a sigh and grasps your hand in his. “I have been a bit overbearing haven’t I?” he asks you, his brows furrowing a bit in consideration. As you nod, Jumin releases a deep breath and kisses your knuckles. “I just want you to feel better darling. I feel useless not being able to take this pain away.” He looks so sad and dejected, you give him a kiss between his brows to get him to relax. Grasping your hand, he kisses your ring finger once more before asking again, “Can I get anything else for you?”
“Just cuddles,” you wrote, and without another word, Jumin picked you up bridal style and carried you to bed, at peace knowing he’s helping you heal through his warmth and love.
I was inspired by the 2 year anniversary picture for this one! Thought it was a good starting point for this prompt so I decided to use it! Also sorry but this one is a long one! (Nearly 2k words!!)
Jumin sits under an umbrella at the side of the pool, observing the action happening in front of him. Splashing, playing, and fooling around wasn’t on his agenda for the day. Instead, he planned to take this day as an opportunity to relax and take his mind off of all the stress work had given him.
The rest of the RFA, on the other hand, took this as a chance to have some much-needed fun together. Seven took this as an opportunity to mess around with everyone as much as possible, wearing a shark fin floatie on his back as he swims under the water to scare someone. I lost count of how many times he’s knocked poor Yoosung out of his bright yellow duck ring. I can’t help but feel sorry for that kid. Sort of. I must admit it’s very entertaining to watch!
Zen and Jaehee attempted to play with an inflatable ball that resembles a watermelon with Yoosung but got distracted numerous times. I guess Zen thought it was funny to splash Jaehee at times where she’d least expect it. It might be to get her to relax. She’s worked awfully hard too.
I sit at the edge of the pool, my legs submerged up to my calves in the cool water. I’m not quite on Jumin’s level where I’d want to stay as far away from the pool as possible to avoid any mischief, but I’m not quite ready for any energetic interactions within the water yet. Sitting and swinging my legs in the water, creating small, therapeutic ripples across the water’s surface is quite enough for me at this moment. It’s relaxing to see everyone together and having fun! Even if V couldn’t make it…
“MC!” I hear a voice call. I look up to see Yoosung waving his arm vigorously as he struggles to keep balance in his inflatable ring. The others all gather around him and look in my direction. “Come join us!”
“I will in a little bit!” I shout back, adjusting the pair of sunglasses sitting on my head.
“Okay!” His voice drift slightly as he starts to swim away.
“Don’t be too long, yeah?” Zen adds, following on in Yoosung’s direction. Jaehee and Seven tag along behind.
A relaxed laugh emerges from my lips as I watch them slowly shrink in the distance the further away they get. A warm summer’s breeze blows gently against by back, pushing my hair to expose my skin not covered by my swimsuit. The sun shines brightly, creating a shimmer across the water that bounces from the splashing that my friends create. It’s like I’m lost in a trance. I feel so calm and happy.
“If you’re not going to join them, why don’t you join me?” A baritone voice suggests from above. I turn to see Jumin, his hair falling down in front of him as he tilts he’s chiselled chin down to me. His sunglasses held to sit at the tip of his nose by his toned hand, staring at me with his grey eyes that I love so much.
“I thought you said you didn’t want to get near the pool? Yet here you are!” I snicker jokingly. His lips pull up into a wholehearted smile, letting out a deep, playful sigh.
“May I?” He gestures to sit next to me. I lift my hand up out of the way and nod. The proximity closes quickly once he’s sat by my side, his gaze not leaving my face. His hand sits where my own once laid, asking for mine to be placed on top. Our arms barely touching as we both have our legs dangling into the pool water.
It’s nice to finally get him to join me. I didn’t want him to sit so far away from everyone the whole day. I want to be able to spend some time together in the pool and have some fun! Even if he’s not keen on that idea.
“Have I told you how beautiful you look right now?” My husband’s voice barely a whisper. My cheeks heat up, turning red as if I’ve caught the sun.
“You have. If I recall correctly, that would have been the seventh time today!”
“And I’ll happily keep telling you.” His laugh melts my heart! I tangle my fingers on top of his and bring my body in closer. I feel his head lay on top of mine as I rest my face against his shoulder. The fabric of his buttoned shirt is like silk against my rosy cheeks. Just his presence alone makes this moment feel perfect and I somehow am able to relax even more.
We sit here together for a moment. Nothing ever beats being with him, even if there’s other people around me who I care about. I wouldn’t be able to be this still and calm with anyone else. I feel my eyes slowly close and a smile form on my face. This is really the best feeling. The sun on my face, the laughter of my friends and the presence of my husband. I couldn’t as for anything more!
Suddenly the calmness is broken as I’m pulled to the ground. Jumins arms wrapped tightly around my body as if to protect me. His grasp as tight as a knot. I couldn’t see what happened as my eyes were closed but when I open them again, I see Jumin’s body on top of mine. I hear a burst of laughter from afar. I feel cold and wet on my legs as if I’ve been splashed. Is that what happened?
I look up over Jumin’s shoulder to see Seven not far away. He’s in hysterics over the action he just pulled. I can’t believe he just splashed us!
The dark haired man lifts his body up from mine, looking rather uncomfortable at how drenched his back has now become. I cannot help but to start laughing. I cover my face to try and conceal my laughter but it only gets worse when I see him turn to face Seven.
“Luciel!” There’s annoyance in his tone. Seven’s joker smirk fades instantly and is replaced by wide eyes filled with fear. He retreats to the others as fast as he could swim to avoid any conflict from Jumin. My own laughter continues to grow.
Jumin’s attention shifts instantaneously to me who is now trying to suppress as much laughter as possible. It’s a near impossible task!
“Are you laughing at me?” A devilish smirk grows on his face, a glint of playfulness in his eyes. This doesn’t help the giggles that are still seeping out of my mouth behind my hands. I shake my head, tears from the laughter threatening to now fall. My stomach now hurting too.
“You are laughing at me!” He snickers. His body leaning in closer to me. I lean back to avoid him, trying my hardest not to let him see how much the laughter is making me hurt.
His hand reaches into the pool and flicks forward, splashing me wet with the cold water. I squeal and flinch in response which only makes my laughter grow even more. I didn’t think it was possible! Has Seven created a catalyst of events which are changing Jumin as we speak? Is Jumin… Fooling around?
“Now we’re both soaked! Is that better?” My husband stands and cups my face in his hands. He places a loving kiss on my forehead before retiring back to his seat under the umbrella. My cheeks grow redder by the second.
“Oh, come on, Mr. Trust-fund! Seven was trying to do you a favour! Do you really plan on staying over there the whole day?” Zen yells, teasing Jumin into joining everyone in the pool. Jumin stops in his tracks and turns to look out at the pool. That playful glint still in his eyes.
“Luciel has already made me alter my plans…” He shoots back, shocking not only Zen but everyone else too. Even me! What exactly does he plan on doing? Jumin Discreetly removes his shirt, revealing his back before turning around. My heart begins to flutter but the others faces become even more shocked.
He adjusts his trunks and slicks his hair back when out of the blue he starts to run. His destination: the pool! What has gotten into him? This isn’t like him! His feet leave the surface of the edge as he morphs his body to create the perfect dive. His body barely makes a splash when he enters the water. He’s like a dolphin as he swims under the surface before emerging for air.
He flicks his soaked, ashy hair as his head exits the water and runs over it with is hands. I’ve become mesmerised by how stunning he looks! With the sun reflecting off of his dewy skin, it’s hard to believe he’s even real!
Everyone claps and cheers, amazed by what just happened. However, Jumin doesn’t acknowledge the round of applause from the others. He only focuses on me.
He swims forward, meeting me at the edge of the pool, only a couple of feet away from where I sit.
“Will you join me, sweetheart?” he pleads with his arms wide open. “I’ll catch you!”
My smile widens. I move to stand at the edge of the pool and prepare to jump in myself. Jumin readies himself, moving a little closer in the water. I jump. His arms stretch out and grab me around my waist as I enter the water.
He lifts me up, chuckling with joy. Seeing him act like this is in many ways alien but to me, it’s a common sight. He treats me so preciously and shows his best self, his happier self, when he’s with me. This is an example of that!
The others swim over to join us as Jumin lowers me back down into the water.
“I cannot believe you jumped in like that!” Yoosung exclaims excitedly. “That was awesome!”
“It was rather unexpected, I might admit.” Jaehee humbly adds.
“Well, as we’re all here now, are we going to go and have some fun?” Zen announces. Seven yells in response before diving back under the water with everyone following him.
This is honestly what I was hoping to get out of this trip. Everyone having fun! And I’m pretty sure we’ll all have some fun now!
Okay so this is my first one-shot on here so I apologise if its not great. I really wanted to join in this year for Jumin’s birthday as he has always been my favourite and I just love him so so much! So here is the first prompt for #Juminweek2020
On the table sits a bowl of cherries. Freshly picked from Jumin Han’s very own cherry farm. Their ruby-red hue shines as the afternoon sun beams through the apartment window. A faint scent radiates from the bowl, bringing a familiar and sweet smell to the room.
Laying underneath the sofa my husband sits on, is a ball of white fur. Her features hidden in the shadows. She is eyeing the bowl that sits above her on the glass top. The tip of her snowy tail pokes out from the side of her hideaway, swishing back and forth. It was only a moment later that her peach nose would emerge, twitching at the faint sweet smell. The curiosity has caught the cat’s attention.
I observe Elizabeth from afar. I don’t want to disturb her as she spikes her intrest at the berries laying in the sunshine. Her face slowly reveals itself as she starts to sneak out from under the sofa. Her nose draws in closer towards the fruit until she is sitting infront of the table, looking up at the contents that lay on top. Her tail continues to flick from side to side behind her.
I’ve never known for her to do this. Jumin and I would take frequent trips to the cherry farm and always bring home a bundle of the juicy berries, but she never took much notice of them. Maybe the odd glance now and then, as one would do if there’s food laying around. There has even been the odd trip where she’d attend with us, yet she never showed interest in the cherries. How come this particular bunch peaks her interest?
Her small paws are now perched on the edge of the table, bringing her face closer to the bowl. Then off they come. With one silent leap, her four feet land on the table top. Elizabeth’s body is now only centmeters away from the fruit, her nose only shortening that distance. I continue to watch the cat as she dips her paw into the bowl, prodding the cherries with her small toe beans.
Not only has the persian cat’s curiosity risen, but my own has too! Not wanting to frighten our pet, I slowly approch her and the cherries. She continues to gently poke around the bowel nudging the berries around. Her head lifts up when I am next to her.
“What’s up with you, pretty girl?” I ask the cat. A small meow leaves her mouth before her attention turns back to the bowl. I look closer at the bowl myself before realising what she is interested in.
A big black beetle.
I squeal and jolt back away from the table, eyes wide and staring at the now visible bug crawling around the bowl. How did we not notice that before? It’s hardly missable! The beetle’s body is roughly the size of a single cherry, with small stick like legs sticking out from the sides.
Elizabeth continues to poke around with her paw, hitting the bug and nudging it round the cherries’ bowl. I want to stop her but the ridiculous fear of the bug prevents me from getting any closer. I try to call her away from the bowl but all attempts fail with no sign of any hope.
“My love? Is everything alright?” I hear the voice of my husband call from another room. He must have heard my cry. If not, maybe he sensed it?
“I’m fine!” I call back, not wanting to worry him much further. “Could you possibly come help me though?”
I hear a door close and shortly after, my handsome, dark haired husband appears into the living room. His face perplexed by my call for him. The steel grey eyes I know so well fixed onto me as my own are glued to the crawling creature that continues to roam free on the cherries. I slowly point my finger to the bowl before attempting to speak.
“There’s a bug on the cherries…” I say with a stuttering laugh. “If it wasn’t for Elizabeth noticing it first, I don’t think I would have known it was there!”
Jumin’s shoulders relax and the concerned twist of his lips turns into a relaxed smirk. He walks up towards me and places his warm hands around my waist. His head hovers over my own as he now looks down at the beetle in the bowl.
Elizabeth continues to stalk the bug as it slides around the curved fruit, struggling to escape from the curvature of the bowl. She walks around the table, as if to try and get a better angle of the insect as it struggles to escape.
“It looks like you don’t need my help.” Jumin jokes as he lowers his head down to plant a delicate kiss on my cheek. “I think Elizabeth might have this situation under control!”
“But we can’t leave it in here! We’ve got to put it outside!” I quickly add, turning my head towards my husband.
He chuckles before loosening is arms around me. “I guess you’re right.”
Hi! This is my first post and, rightfully so, it will be a “little” 10 page long “drabble”. It’s pretty self indulgent and non-romantic. I’m a sucker for angst and platonic affection, so buckle up, simps. Thank you so much for reading!
Words: 3033
TW: Alcohol, mention of death.
CW: Spoilers for the secret endings/Saeyoung’s after end
Jumin Han has always been a curious person when it came to commoner practices. Whether it be family traditions, silly superstitions, or childlike games; all of it intrigues the man like nothing else. Even as a child, despite his privileged and sheltered upbringing, Jumin still felt the temptation to explore the world of the common folk. And who better to experience the unknown than with his best friend? The two would often find themselves lost in their own world. A world without responsibility. A world without heirs, businessmen or conglomerates. A world where two boys could be just that; boys.
But, life is not so simple. Summers and winters pass. With time came more responsibilities and adulthood pressures. Long felt the days of childhood; that which there was not much to begin with. Despite the challenges and tribulations life threw at the pair, one tradition remains unshaken by time. Birthdays.
Slender fingers wrap impatiently around his Rolex as Jumin checks the clock. He sighs in annoyance, noticing how quickly the day flew by. On most work days, the director can barely wait to get out the door. While he certainly didn’t dislike his office, he much preferred most anywhere else once the clock ticked past 6 pm. But today was different. Today was October 5th.
The dark haired man pinches the skin between his eyes and only looks up from his desk upon hearing the familiar clicking of heels up his office hallway. Jaehee knocks gently at the door and peers in from around the corner. The woman has a concerned look in her warm eyes, but Jumin can’t begin to worry about what was the matter.
“Yes, Assistant Kang. Have you come to bother me more about Saeyoung’s complaints over my lack of celebrations this evening?” Jumin speaks to his assistant, his voice icey cold.
“I understand, Mr. Han. I… did come in here to talk about that, but not because of Saeyoung. It’s just… it’s 7 pm and you’re still here. It’s your birthday, and you say you have plans. I was wondering w-”
“I’m well aware of what today is.” The director hisses as his hands clench together on the wood desk. He sucks in a quick breath and immediately backpedals, offering Jaehee an apologetic look. “Forgive me. I’ve been getting bothered about this day for… weeks now.”
The director sighs and stands from the desk, making no move to hurry himself on gathering his things.
“No need for apologies, sir. I completely understand. I’m sure you’ve heard enough pushing from the others.” Jaehee dismisses his coldness and grabs his jacket from the stand near the door. She meets him halfway across the room and gives his arm a comforting squeeze as she hands him the coat.
“I think everyone just wants to share today with you since we truly care. So, if you change your mind, do let us know, please?” The brunette woman smiles sadly at her boss, earning her a weak smile from him in return. His heart warms a bit at her genuine words and he almost wishes to take her up on her offer. But, he made a promise to a friend for this evening. As always, Jumin Han is a man of his word.
“I will. Thank you, Assistant Kang.”
The ride to the venue is quiet, and most of the time Jumin prefers it this way. His days are loud and chaotic, full of phone calls and stuffy conversations. His backseat oasis behind his trusty Driver Kim is normally a breath of fresh air. But, tonight, it feels suffocating. Both hands rake through his thick hair and he quietly wades in the painful silence. As if on cue, a voice perks up from the driver’s seat.
“Mr. Han. I’ve prepared the supplies for your evening. I assume it will be to your liking?” Driver Kim meets Jumin’s unusually scrambled gaze, and the tightness in the director’s chest loosens just enough to allow him another deep breath.
“I appreciate you, Driver Kim. I’m sure it looks beautiful.” Jumin nods gratefully to the older man. “Did you happen to retrieve the bottle I’d set aside for this evening?”
“Of course. It’s wrapped in the basket along with some other things I thought would pair well with the wine. You have exquisite taste as always, Mr. Han.” The man’s eyes crinkle behind his glasses as he clicks his turn signal to pull to a stop.
“Thank you again… Ah. We’re here already?” Jumin looks out the window, admiring the landscape lit beautifully by the setting sun.
“Right on schedule. The sun will set the mood for a lovely birthday evening.” Driver Kim hums as he fishes something from his coat pocket. He turns in his chair and reaches to the backseat, holding a small box with a ribbon atop of it. “This one isn’t for you, young director. So, don’t go peeking until he gets to see it first.”
Jumin chuckles and nods, gently taking the small box from the other man. The driver moves to let out his employer, but Jumin waves him dismissively.
“We will not be too long. I’m not one to fuss over birthday celebrations.” The director smooths out his suit jacket and pant legs before opening up the car door.
“I know, Mr. Han. Take all the time you need. Tell him I say hello, and happy belated birthday.” Driver Kim keeps his gaze on the horizon ahead of him, wetness stinging the old man’s eyes. Jumin actively ignores the sudden show of emotion and uses his free hand to shut the door.
Tiny lights sparkle along the trail up through the finely landscaped hill, leading Jumin directly to his destination. Clammy hands hold onto the tiny gift tightly as he continues along the rocky trail. Once he reaches the top, he strays from the path to greet his friend. His chest storms with emotion and dark eyes widen as he counts each step.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
His breath sounds too loud in his ears, and he’s sure his heart is beating much too fast. Suddenly, he wishes to be anywhere but here. Anywhere but anywhere. But, Jumin Han is a man of his word.
Six. Seven. Eight. Nine.
Oxfords continue to pad across the grass and eventually come to a slow stop.
“Ten.” Jumin breathes aloud. “Hello, old friend.”
Jumin’s mouth remains open as he goes to continue greeting the other before he takes a moment to take in his surroundings. A checkered blanket, red and white, is delicately laid out in the plush, green grass. A picnic basket brimming with all sorts of delicacies is centered on the blanket, along with another smaller basket, cushioning two crystal glasses. Candles flicker over petals of flowers, casting a glow to compete with the setting sun.
“It’s like something from a film. This is…” Jumin lets out a breathless laugh as he eases himself onto the blanket. “This is beautiful.”
Jumin wastes no time in exploring the basket prepared for the two. The smile never leaves his lips as he pushes past fine cheeses, chocolates and a beautifully decorated cake. He lets out a little “ah-ha” upon finding the thing both men would enjoy more than anything.
“Now, this is more like it, hm?” Jumin wriggles out the vintage bottle, holding it up for the both of them to admire. “Henschke, Hill of Grace, Shiraz. 1994, if I recall correctly? Australians know their reds.”
With a skillful hand, Jumin uncorks the bottle and pours the red liquid into the fine crystal glasses. The aroma of the wine fills the evening air between them, and for a moment, Jumin feels lighter. The weight of the day melts away in the twilight’s embrace. Perhaps birthdays can just be birthdays. Jumin muses to himself as he wraps his fingers around the stem of the glass. He scoots slowly across the blanket to hand the drink to the other man. Perhaps it is alright for him to enjoy himself this way.
The crystal is set down with great care onto the stone and Jumin uses the wrist of his jacket to smudge away any thumb prints he may have left. His vision blurs as he clinks the glasses together. The sound is familiar, but in a very different way now. Lonely.
The other glass is still. No hand reaches to join him in the toast. No voice returns his greeting. No smile returns his grin. Jumin’s black eyes blink and he swallows back the pain that threatens to lurch from his stomach. He raises his drink between himself and the headstone and tosses back the entire glassful. The wine burns his throat and he is grateful for the pain.
“Happy belated birthday, V. And, as you would surely remind me. ‘Oh, it’s your birthday. Quit pretending it’s not, Jumin.’” The man’s voice cracks a bit and he clears his throat. Please, keep it together. He wills himself to hold on as he continues. “I don’t care much for my birthday. But, I promised you I would make time for my birthday if it meant I could celebrate yours.”
For the next few minutes, Jumin forces small talk with the stone. He talks of work. He talks of Elizabeth. He reaches desperately into the backs of his mind to talk about every nonsensical thing he could imagine, avoiding the things he wishes to scream out.
“Ah. I should update you on how the RFA is doing.” Jumin leans back on his elbows, horizontal with his friend’s grave. He looks up at the stars, allowing himself to instead imagine V there next to him; laying on his side as he listens to Jumin in attentive silence. The thought warms his cheeks and his heart.
“Assistant Kang has been especially… gentle since the incident. Even Zen has begun showing me a side to him I never expected. He’s… kind. Yoosung, on the other hand… He has matured in a way I was not expecting. He misses you…” Jumin clears his throat once more before he continues. “Saeyoung and Saeran are doing very well. Both of them speak of you often. The twins and MC live together, all under one roof, as you always wished for. You’d be so proud, V.”
Jumin shakily inhales as his lips tremble around his fourth glass. The tears that well in his eyes finally spill over onto his pale cheeks as he finishes off another drink.
So many things are left unsaid. So many angry, sad and desperate questions of why and how. Jumin sets the glass down and sits up, pushing his hand against his mouth to muffle the sob that escapes him. He should be here, pulling the glass from me, telling me I’ve had enough. He should be here to slug my arm around his shoulder. He should be here. No one but him should be here. Why, V? Why did you leave?
The silence is louder than ever as Jumin attempts to calm himself down with a deep breath, using the back of his sleeve to wipe his cheeks. While the pain still clings to every inch of the man’s body like a bed of nails, Jumin swallows it back to properly finish his evening.
“I almost forgot. Driver Kim wishes for me to give you this belated birthday gift. On my birthday, of all days.” Jumin sniffles with a smile as he fishes out the small box to set down on the memorial stone. He carefully unwraps the brightly colored ribbon and wriggles open the box. “Here, I will open it for you. Driver Kim has excellent taste in gifts. Perhaps it is a matching cufflink to my own. They’re designer, you know. And-” Jumin’s voice catches in his throat as the top of the box pops open. Cushioned inside a bed of white tissue paper is a small photo frame; no bigger than the palm of his hand. In the frame stares back two boys wearing birthday hats in front of a cake. Happy birthday, J & J is written across the cake in cursive writing.
Jumin bites the inside of his cheek as a final tear escapes from him. The boys look like complete strangers. Both so innocent; so unaware of what the future will hold for them. Young Jihyun’s eyes are crinkled in a smile and his toothy grin takes up nearly half his face. Young Jumin smiles just as wide, but his eyes are wide open and looking directly at his friend. Cheeks flushed red, black and teal hair a complete tangled mess. They were happy.
“We’ve changed, but not much. I loved you then, and I love you now.” Jumin whispers to V as he carefully sets down the frame along with all the other flowers and trinkets left scattered around the grave. His hand traces across the name etched into the stone slab and he uses the other hand to finish the wine directly from the bottle.
“‘Happy birthday, Jumin.’” The director whispers into the lips of the bottle as he drains the last drops.
The car ride home is quiet. Driver Kim helps a drunken Jumin into the car, taking no time at all to clean up the picnic and wine glasses. The shared silence between the two men is comfortable and calm. No words are shared with the driver and the director. Driver Kim simply hands the man a handkerchief and drives him back to his penthouse.
Jumin’s eyes sting from the tears and his legs stumble as he steps from the car. He quietly thanks his driver who helps him up to the penthouse and fumbles with the keypad to unlock the door. Jumin exhales into the quiet room, letting the darkness consume him. His hand comes to rest on the center of his chest, and he takes a moment to appreciate the lighter feeling in his torso. The pain is less like broken glass now, more like the remnants of a broken mirror. The sharp and painful pieces have been removed, leaving the frame of what once was. It’s obvious something shattered the mirror, and a few bits of glass are left behind. But, the danger of the pain has been cleared away.
“Shhh. Don’t yell, you’ll scare him. He looks sleepy.” A voice whispers from the kitchen.
“How about you shut up and say surprise like we practiced? We’ve been here for an hour now, my legs hurt from squatting.” Another deeper voice grumbles in reply.
“Hm?” Jumin drunkenly stumbles further into his seemingly empty penthouse as his tired eyes scan the dark room.
“Can everyone at least attempt to remain quiet?” Another softer voice sighs.
“Saeyoung, this was a stupid idea. Put his cat down.” A voice exclaims, accompanied by a smack and a familiar yelp.
“Hey! That’s my job!” A woman giggles and another smack echoes through the penthouse.
“Well, now I feel left out.” A man’s voice speaks, adding on another, more intense smacksound.
“GAH! Okay, okay. Princess, we’ll catch up later. Go see your daddy. He needs a birthday hug.” This voice, he recognizes immediately, and his eyes fly wide open as he reaches for the light switch.
“Saeyoung?! What?!” Jumin shouts as he squints into the bright light.
“Wah! SURPRISE!” “Hehe! Surprise, Jumin!” Saeyoung and MC screech, dressed to impress, both sporting white cat ears and paws.
“Surprise, Jumin!! Woo-hoo!” Yoosung pops up from behind the counter, tossing an armful of balloons into the air.
“Jesus. Well, surprise, trust-fund-kid.” Zen leans from around the sofa, smiling sheepishly at the other man. “Sorry about all this.” The albino laughs and rubs the back of his neck.
“I was dragged here without my consent. Do not blame me for the home invasion.” Vanderwood growls from next to MC, winning another giggle from the girl and her fiancé.
“Surprise, Jumin Han. I apologize for my brother breaking into your home.” Saeran smiles, shoving his twin away from the white cat as she scuttles to her owner’s side. “Though, I may have helped a little.”
Jumin leans down to wrap Elizabeth in his arms as his mouth hangs open in shock. Each face looks back, expectantly and worried.
“Is he okay?” Yoosung whines, slowly inching closer to Jumin as his eyes dart from person to person. “Is he having a heart attack?!”
“Yes.” Saeyoung says confidently, his cat paws resting on his hips. MC nods with him, looking to Yoosung with mock concern.
“No.” Saeran, Vanderwood and Jaehee reply in a harmony, sharing looks of annoyance.
“I know you wanted to be alone after your evening with him but…” Jaehee stood from behind a chair, offering an apologetic smile.
“No.” Jumin interrupts her, shaking his head in disbelief.
Each member of the RFA continues to stare at the man as he wobbles and before anyone can say a word, the director sets his princess down and lurches forward.
With arms wide open, he embraces his friends. With no reservations, no walls of emotions, no tightly wound strings. He holds his friends and finally inhales a full breath of air as each friend wraps their arms back around him.
Sure, he’s drunk. Very drunk. Sure, he will regret and deny everything tomorrow morning. But tonight, Jumin will laugh with his friends. He will laugh till he cries, indulge in birthday cake, glare as the redheaded twins crown him with matching cat ears. He will open silly and thoughtful gifts and read cheesy and stupid birthday cards. He will refuse to sing karaoke, but instead watch and clap along as Zen and Saeran have a battle of the bands moment.
Jumin smiles and laughs to himself, feeling an unseen hand wrap around his shoulders. He closes his eyes and pictures V there, smiling along with him. “Thank you for allowing yourself to enjoy today,” he would probably whisper to his friend. “You deserve this.” Jumin allows himself to believe his friend’s memory. This is what he would have wanted.
“Happy birthday, Jumin!!” The RFA cheers together as the song comes to an end, the room lit by smiles and camera flashes.
! the main idea for this piece was given to me by my very epic friend, @galaxytastes! there is an amazing jumin birthday fic my friend also wrote so please check it out ♡
Jumin had been making weird faces at you all morning.
It’s taken almost everything in you to suppress the urge to laugh.
Admittedly, your fiancé was right- you had been acting suspicious. But hey, who could blame you for being excited?
Jumin knew it was his birthday today. That was for sure. If the chatroom flooded with edits of him and Elizabeth along with greetings from the rest of the RFA weren’t enough to remind him, the tender kisses you had woken him up with did the trick. Ever since he had mentioned in passing that he had forgotten his birthday twice, you’ve silently made it your mission to prevent it from ever happening again.
Starting with today.
To be fair, it wasn’t Jumin’s fault that he was always so busy. Busy is good, he remembers his father telling him. What else is a business, if not busy?
Flash forward to several years later, where the CEO-in-line who had been hiding sleep deprivation and fatigue under the guise of good grooming was ambushed by the entire C&R conglomerate standing in his office. The moment he walked in, his body had flinched against his will in response to the chorused greeting of Happy Birthday, Director Han!
Needless to say, Jaehee Kang was promptly given an explicit order never to let anyone in his office, unless it was his father or V.
Today, he stands in the kitchen, watching you make breakfast. The fact that he’s here past 8 in the morning on a Tuesday is a gift in itself- literally. Once you had told Jaehee about your plan, she took it upon herself to clear his schedule for you.
“Think of it as a gift,” she smiles shyly, shrugging a little. “I’ve never known what to give him, nor have I actually wanted to. Not until now.”
That’s what you had told Jumin as he was waking up- that Jaehee had cleared the day for him. Your routine pleas for him to stay were met with indulgence this morning, the two of you wrapped up in each other’s arms for as long as you wanted. The rest of Seoul could go on without you.
“Jumin, dear, is there something wrong with the food?” You ask from across the breakfast table, tilting your head a little to sell the act.
“The food is… perfect,” he says slowly, cautiously, as if it were a prelude to something he wasn’t sure of how to say.
“But what do you have in mind for the rest of the day… ?” Jumin asks, neatly setting his utensils down. You smile at him and reach over, offering your hand which he gently takes in his.
“Have you planned anything? I’ve never had much days off, I’m not exactly sure what one should do…” he admits, staring at your joined hands. It’s not just him wanting to know if you had something up your sleeve, no- he didn’t actually know what it is that he wanted to do today. Jumin had planned on going to work today as usual, but all of a sudden he was freed from that obligation. Touched by his small act of vulnerability, your thumb brushes against his knuckles in reassurance.
“You’re lucky you have me then, right?” The corner of your mouth lifts fondly. To that, a little smile of his comes through- the one you’ve fallen in love with. He finally meets your eyes.
“I’ve always been lucky with you, my love,” he says with a little squeeze of your hand. You feel the squeeze in your heart, too.
His knuckles meet your lips one by one as you lean over to kiss his hand. He always took you by surprise, this beautiful man of yours. You never knew how to react to it.
You put the dishes away and return to sit in his lap, wrapping an arm around his neck.
“So what’s gonna happen now is, you and I will get ready, because Driver Kim will be taking us somewhere in an hour.” You explain, absentmindedly fiddling with the hairs on the back of his neck.
He kisses your cheek and sighs. He hated surprises, and he made sure you were well aware of this. Your behavior almost perfectly lined up with the nature of the texts in the chatroom from everyone today.
“Darling, you wouldn’t happen to be taking me to some big party, would you?”
You only giggle and shake your head, hopping out of his lap and making your way towards the bathroom.
“You’ve gotta trust me on this one, okay?” You call out over your shoulder, hand leaning against the doorframe.
“Now, are you going to shower with me or not?”
After the events of the shower, you now find yourself dressed in comfy clothing, Jumin in the same. It was always unusual to see him in anything but a suit, but never unwelcome. Clad in a dark blue sweater and khaki slacks, the sight of him so cozy brings a warmth to your heart. You can’t help it when you lean up and kiss his cheek before holding out his white tennis shoes.
“Sneakers?” he asks, accepting them and sitting on the edge of the bed to put them on.
“I’m sure you can give up your Oxfords for one day, Jumin,” you chuckle, pulling on your own shoes. They looked exactly like his.
With laced fingers, the two of you walk towards the elevator. As you make it inside, your phone pings with a text from Driver Kim, signalling that he was waiting out front.
“Happy Birthday, Mr. Han,” the driver says in greeting, reaching out with both hands to shake Jumin’s. This makes the celebrant laugh softly, his hand happily being squeezed by Driver Kim, his very favorite employee.
“Thank you, Driver Kim,” he says sincerely at the man, who now holds the car door open. Jumin nods once more before climbing into the vehicle after you, a very thoughtful smile on his face. If there was one thing he always appreciated, it was authenticity.
As Driver Kim starts the car and leads you into the city, Jumin speaks to him.
“Where are we headed?” he tries to ask as nonchalantly as he could, disliking the fact that he was clueless at the moment. But all Driver Kim does is shrug helplessly and flash an apologetic smile at his boss through the rearview mirror.
“I’m sorry, sir, I’m afraid your fianceé has given me instructions not to reveal our destination.“
He sighs at this, and you only giggle, squeezing his hand.
“Don’t worry, love. We’re almost there,” you offer him a reassuring smile. Before he can make another face, you lean up to kiss his jaw. So Jumin resigns, and instead, settles on combing his fingers through your hair. You secretly wonder if this was a habit he had carried over from showing affection to his cat, but you weren’t complaining. Not at all.
And true enough to your words, within a few minutes, the car slows to a stop somewhere in the Yongsan district. Jumin is visibly confused, unable to guess where exactly you’ve taken him.
“We’ve arrived,” Driver Kim nods curtly at both of you. He goes to escort you out of the vehicle, but you stop him- and you stop Jumin, too, letting yourself out. You smile through the opened door and make a gesture with your hand, giggling.
Jumin feels his eyes grow fond as he looks at you, climbing out of the car. You were so happy. Perhaps… perhaps this was going to be a good surprise.
He doesn’t want to risk ruining your mood by asking if you were at the right place, so he doesn’t. Taking your hand, he chooses to stay silent and follow your lead instead. The exterior of the building didn’t give him any clues as to what was inside, but he spots a few furry felines in one of the windows above, and his suspicion is confirmed the moment you both walk through the doors of the establishment.
Nabiya Cat Shelter, the sign inside reads. He turns to you with a puzzled expression on his face.
“I don’t understand…” he says with furrowed brows. “We already have a cat?”
You only shake your head and approach the employee on duty.
“Hi! Mr. and Mrs. Han, we’re here to view the…” You trail off, not wanting to ruin the surprise but hoping that they understood what you meant. Earlier, you were able to sneak a phone call while Jumin was fixing his hair, so everything should have been in order.
“Ah, yes! Right this way,” they say, leading you and Jumin through the corridors. You smile at him and squeeze his hand in encouragement, gently tugging him along as you walk. Mentally, the man was still stuck replaying the words you said.
“Mr. and Mrs. Han?” his voice is hushed, just for you to hear. You haven’t reached the room yet, but he was already fighting a smile.
“It was easier to explain to them,” you smile sheepishly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before you confess. “I like saying it, too.”
His thumb gently brushes against the back of your hand. He couldn’t wait to make you his.
“Here we are!” the employee chirps, bursting the little bubble you were in. “Everything we discussed has been put in place. We hope you find it satisfactory. On behalf of Nabiya, thank you, again.” They say, heartfelt. You smile and shake the employee’s hand, before Jumin does the same- albeit a little unsurely. It isn’t felt in his handshake, no, but you can see it in his face.
When the employee leaves, you turn with your back against the door, obscuring the label from Jumin.
“Okay, so I was figuring out what to give you for your birthday. But then came the question, what do you give a man who can buy anything?” you laugh, and he interrupts your little speech.
“I told you, you didn’t-”
“Ah ah ah!” you tut, holding your palm up in a motion that tells him to stop. “I already did this. I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to,” you say softly, lovestruck eyes gazing into his.
This is the moment you move away from the door, revealing a sign that says ELIZABETH on it in fancy cursive lettering, a little paw print beside it. To anyone else, it might have looked like any regular paw, but this was Jumin Han- and Jumin Han knew his cat better than anyone else did.
“For your birthday, I made a little donation to this cat shelter in your name…” you begin to explain. The donation was not little by any means, not to this shelter, but you knew that if Jumin himself had made it, he would’ve given way more.
“…and they used the money to build this room and fix it. As you can see, they’ve named the room after our dear Elizabeth the Third,” you gesture to the writing before blindly opening the door behind you, stepping backwards and letting you two inside.
Immediately, Jumin is met with an abundance of cats; a few of them lounging on a cat tree, some sleeping on cat beds in the corner. One lifts its paw and begins to lick it, grooming itself, as if knowing that it should be presentable to the people who just walked into the room.
His previously scrunched brows are now raised in surprised and delight, and now, the smile he’d been fighting had finally made it to his face. The grin only grew wider as he took in his surroundings.
“These are all rescue cats, and here, they get cared for until someone fosters or adopts them!” You say excitedly, closely observing your fiancé’s face.
One of the cats that had been on top of the cat tree jumped down, grabbing your attention. In true catlike fashion, it sauntered over to Jumin curiously, surveying the man with its glowing green eyes. It turns up its nose and blinks at him, as if waiting expectantly. Ever the master of cat language, Jumin crouches down and offers his closed fist, which the black kitten sniffs and rubs its nose against, before proceeding to lick at his knuckles.
“… I think this one likes you,” you sigh happily, bending down with your hands on your knees. He’s still silent, but you don’t mind. This place probably seemed like heaven to him, after all.
Which it was- but not just for the reasons you assumed. To see all these cats in a safe place, knowing it was your doing, your gift, your tribute not only to him but to Elizabeth as well-
He feels like he’s about to burst of love.
Jumin turns to you with a look in his eyes, and with his free hand, he cups your face and carefully pulls you in for a kiss.
“This is absolutely wonderful,” he whispers against your lips before kissing them again. “My love… thank you.”
With his forehead against yours, you take a deep breath, eyes closed as you take it all in.
“Wasn’t just me, you know?” you say knowingly.
“And… Miss Kang?”
“Not just Jaehee either.”
“Tell me,” Jumin sits down and you follow suit, watching him as he lets the cat jump into his lap, his hand now making the same motions that it had been doing to your hair earlier in the car. You chuckle.
“Saeyoung suggested the whole cat thing… but Yoosung helped me find this place, he told me that his friend volunteered here during the weekends. Zen took me here to check up on the progress every now and then while you were out with Driver Kim,” you bite your lip, knowing how he wasn’t partial to the idea of you riding on a motorcycle, but you carry on. “And Jaehee made sure you wouldn’t find out, plus, she’s the reason you’re actually here today.”
There is a strange feeling in Jumin’s chest, one that doesn’t appear very often, but he was familiar enough with it to identify its source. He leans against the wall and looks at you.
“How about… V?”
This is when you reach for his hand, interlocking your fingers with his.
“He helped me with the donation. We split it in two,” you explain before remembering to pull up your phone and look for your conversation with the mint-haired man. Standing up, you follow the instructions in his text message, approaching a curtain and wrapping your hands around the neck of an expensive bottle which you hand to Jumin.
Pour this one out with me tonight?
It reads on the note attached above the label, signed by V himself. Jumin feels warm without having consumed the wine yet, but the message on the bottle makes him look to you for a little help.
You scratch the back of your neck.
“Do you want to come over to V’s house later tonight? Everyone will be there… Only if you want to go though! But I probably should have asked you earlier because Saeran and Vanderwood were already getting all the stuff…” you ramble on worriedly, a little disappointed in yourself that you ended up asking later in fear of ruining the surprise.
He didn’t actually think you’d pay this much attention to how he wanted to spend his birthday. He was aware that you knew he would be content, alone with you, but here you were- giving him the most thoughtful gift he’s ever received, going through all the trouble of organizing him a party, but still giving him the choice whether or not he would attend. The donation alone was special enough, but the fact that you had somehow roped everyone into playing a part…
Jumin’s hand on your thigh cuts you out of your spiraling.
“We can go,” he smiles softly, leaning in yet again to kiss you. The cat in his lap purrs, now asleep. It seems to have grown attached to him already.
And so, later tonight,the bottle of wine that Jumin received from V will be emptied to its very last drop, and everyone will get to see how much of a lightweight Yoosung really is. But right now, he’s surrounded by cats in a room that was built in his honor, sitting right next to the person he loves the most- you.
He’s frozen in his place, watching as you beckon the other cats closer to scratch their chins one by one. When you laugh, he almost swears he sees the light glow around you. Like the brightest, rarest white aura was radiating from you.
“I love you,” he breathes, soft and sure and true. Like it’s the one thing in the world that made sense no matter what.
You grin from ear to ear, blushing.
“I love you too, my Jumin. Happy Birthday,” you say solemnly, content as you lay your head on his shoulder.
“Huh, a happy birthday…” he muses, mumbling into your hair as he presses a tender kiss to the top of your head. He wraps an arm around you and holds you tight, realizing that he was actually happy this year- and there was no doubt about it.
The sound of your giggle makes his stomach erupt with butterflies all over again. You nod against him.
“Mhm. A happy, happy birthday to you, my one and only love.”
NOTE: Nabiya Cat Shelter is an actual shelter in Seoul, you can find their Linktree for PayPal donations and adoptions/applications here, and their Instagram is here. If any of you are feeling the Jumin Han spirit and have a few change to spare, consider donating to them!!
This is for @mysme-rbb ‘s Reverse Big Bang! I don’t really know what to put here other than that I had a bunch of fun drawing Jumin and the kittens! My partner wanted me to post both her written and my drawn part, so I hope it’s ok! @amysteriousmessenger ‘s writing is so perfect and I’m so glad I got paired with her! Be sure to visit her blog as well! ^^
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Jumin stood with Elizabeth the 3rd in his arms, pressed against his chest soundly asleep. She was oblivious to the dark, stormy weather of that night. He wasn’t quite sure what spurred the thought on, but he thought of Rika and how she had vanished from this world, and as he watched his small cat wriggle in his arms, he realised that she, too, would one day leave him. Jumin had thought that he would be fine on his own, he had been before he had Elizabeth the 3rd, so surely, he would be fine after her. Surely.
He pondered his life without Elizabeth the 3rd, the loss of her. How he would have no one to greet in the morning, no one to talk to in his penthouse, no one to greet when he came home. The emptiness of it. The loneliness. Was he lonely? Jumin had never really considered himself as lonely, but he knew how alone he would feel if he no longer had Elisabeth the 3rd.
He wasn’t sure what had possessed him to seek out a ‘partner’ for Elizabeth the 3rd, but it had been a rigorous process. He had spent several weeks researching and interviewing different candidates but struggled to find a male cat that would be good enough for her. He had even had Jaehee working overtime to help him accomplish the task. When he had eventually settled on a father, he had also been a purebred white Persian male with a calm, sweet temperament by the name of Biscuit. Jumin wasn’t entirely sure what he thought of the name, since it seemed rather inelegant for a cat so handsome, but Saeyoung had seemed to enjoy the comedy of it when Jumin spoke of his intentions in the chat. Of course, Saeyoung had also begged Jumin to let him adopt one of Elizabeth the 3rd’s kittens and had been met with a resounding ‘Absolutely not.’ He could never subject a poor kitten to such torture, especially one of Elizabeth the 3rd’s beautiful, perfect children.
Jumin sighed, as a small paw batted at his cheek. It took him a short few moments to figure out why he wasn’t in his bed before the soft cries met his hears once again and he was suddenly wide awake. Elizabeth the 3rd was in labour, she had curled up on the bed next to him and cried in complaints at him. He had employed an entire team of veterinary staff to ensure that her entire pregnancy had gone well, because he wouldn’t put her at any more risk than what was necessary, but she had started delivering almost a week before she was expected to and Jumin had been forced to clear out his entire schedule in order to be with her. He also called the slightly disgruntled medical team out of their homes to be at his penthouse within the hour.
It had been quite a lengthy ordeal, spanning the entire night and consisted of Jumin rarely letting Elizabeth leave his sight while the medical team monitored her vitals. While Zen had claimed it was rather dramatic of him to hire people to monitor her birth when she was ‘just a cat’, Jumin had no real idea of how to help her. He, himself, had no prior experience with cats before he had been gifted Elizabeth, and he had no intentions of replacing the role of a trained professional when it came to helping her.
But by morning, Elizabeth the 3rd had delivered five very small, white kittens. She was well and was already being a very good mother to her new-borns, as Jumin knew she would be, since she was so naturally gifted at everything she set her heart out to do. They were feeding well and he had already chosen their names as Athena, Victoria, Icarus, Edward and, finally, Elizabeth the 4th. They were perfect images of their mother and, for a while, filled that void that had been unknowingly forming in Jumin’s chest.
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Jumin sighed, closing his front door. It had been an unusually long day. He took his suit jacket off and placed it onto his couch, announcing to Elizabeth the 3rd that he was home. He was met with a singular long meow from her, and several smaller squeaks from her kittens. The kittens had their own room during the day, even though it pained Jumin to keep them behind a closed door while he was out, he didn’t want to risk any of them hurting themselves and him not being able to help them. He always looked forward to seeing them when he got home so late. This day was no different, and he was eager to go back to see them all, eager to have someone excited to see him when he got home.
He prepared their meals, set each place on a diamond-encrusted platter and opened the door to their dayroom. He greeted Elizabeth the 3rd, who was immediately curled into his arms purring while the small white blurs jumped playfully at his suit trousers. He softly petted each of them as they ate before carrying Elizabeth the 3rd over to watch the sun go down over the city with him. Jumin wanted to be closer to the kittens but didn’t want to risk endangering any of them by attempting to carry them all, so instead he sat on the floor next to the large window with them. He hoped that they inherited their mother’s taste for fine views, but they seemed more concerned with playing around in his lap. Well, he was sure that fine taste would come with time.
Jumin sat in silence for a while, wondering why his apartment seemed so quiet despite there being so many living things in it. Living things that could make noise, and play, and talk, and- Oh. They couldn’t talk. He couldn’t have a two-sided conversation with them. He couldn’t ask them about their day or have them ask about his. Is that what he was missing? Conversation? He thought for a moment that perhaps he should call V to come over and share a bottle of wine with him like they used to, but he remembered that V was often away on business too and wouldn’t be able to come over at such short notice. Who else did he have to talk to? His father? He’d rather not deal with his father’s new love interest. Assistant Kang? He already saw enough of her at work. Zen? He scoffed at the thought alone. Absolutely not. So, who?
And it occurred to Jumin, in that second, that he didn’t really have anyone to talk to. While he loved Elizabeth the 3rd and her children, they were not what he was lacking in his life. He needed someone that he could talk to on a mutual level. He wanted to hear about their thoughts and interests, what they thought about the wine over dinner and to help him pick out his tie in the morning. Jumin didn’t have anyone like that, and he realised that he had been attempting to fill the hole in his chest through the wrong course of action. He wouldn’t go as far as to say he was lonely, but the truth of the matter was that Jumin was alone. He was alone at work, and he was alone at home.
