#mc x jumin

I made a playlist on Spotify of songs that remind me of Jumin which lead me to writing this fic. I could imagine Jumin going all out with organising a performance of a love song from a playlist they share! I hope you enjoy!

Word count: 1984

Jumin sat at his desk with his head in his hands. Trying to juggle work, RFA party preparations, and on top of those, the planning process for his wedding to his fiancée was becoming a little too much. He insisted on helping MC with everything so she wouldn’t have to feel the stress herself, but he didn’t quite realize how much it was going to impact him.

His biggest concern was finding someone to perform at the wedding. This was a surprise he was planning behind MC’s back, which he was trying his hardest to keep on the down-low. Not even his assistant knew about this! It would be a simple task to get Assistant Kang to research some singers on his behalf, but it was that important to him that he had to find someone himself.

His mind raced with thoughts on what to do. He had the perfect idea of execution in his head: It would be done during the reception dinner, just after the speeches are all done, where he would surprise her with a live performance of a love song. A love song that meant a lot to both of them. A song that they would frequently play from their shared playlist. A song that they danced to around the penthouse whilst it played. In his head it was perfect. He just needed to make that dream into a reality. Not only for himself but for his future wife.

A sudden idea came to mind. What would make this even more personal would be to get someone they both know to perform! And Jumin had one person in mind.

Jumin reached for his phone sat next to a pile of documents and opened the messenger. One person was online: Zen. Just the person he was looking for.

And with a tap of his screen, he was gone. In a way, a small weight had been lifted from his heavy shoulders. It hasn’t even been confirmed that Zen would help, but Jumin knew deep down that some part of Zen wouldn’t resist this opportunity.

He’s a close friend to MC and he cares for her. Jumin even envied the friendship they have on the odd occasion, but he knew in his heart no matter how close they were, it was just as friends. And he respected that.

A couple of hours passed before the young heir heard a loud knock on his office door.  He got up from his chair, adjusting his three-piece suit before heading towards the door. He took a deep breath in to prepare himself. A small part of him was nervous about making such a request to Zen.

When he opened the door he was greeted by his assistant, with Zen stood only inches behind her looking a little uncomfortable.

“Mr. Han, I can only presume you asked Zen to come here. May I ask why?” Jaehee asked with a perplexed tone and expression. Jumin’s face was forced to be stoic. He did not want anyone knowing his plan.

“It’s a private matter. I’m sorry but I can only discuss it with him.” Jumin coldly replies. From the corner of his eye, he could see Zen’s eyebrows furrow and his eyes narrow.

“Very well sir. I shall leave you two to talk.” Jaehee bowed and moved aside to let Zen enter the office. She walked away silently to resume her work.

Jumin gestured for Zen to sit on one of the seats positioned in front of his desk. The silver-haired actor cautiously made his way over to a chair, his confusion of the situation growing bigger by the second.

An awkward silence flooded the executive director’s office. The tension between the two young men would refuse to settle as they couldn’t comfortably keep their distance from each other.

Jumin positioned himself in front of his desk, leaning his frame and hands against the dark mahogany. His gaze was focused on the floor in front of him. He bit his lip, trying desperately to figure out how to start a conversation with the other man. His fingers traced the wooden texture of the desk as he focused on what to say. Jumin had never been this frozen when talking to someone. Maybe because he was asking for something related to his beloved fiancée?

“So… Are you going to explain why you wanted to talk to me in private?” Zen restlessly inquired, his tone was somewhat annoyed.

Jumin’s head jolted up to look at Zen’s. His eyes wider than usual, as if he was pulled out from a trance.

“Oh, Right” Jumin cleared his throat. He moved behind his desk to look in a drawer for a small notebook.

“You know, this is just as uncomfortable for me as it is for you!” The actor pointed out. Jumin shot a bitter grin in his direction as he grabbed the book from within the drawer.

“Thank you for that statement,” Jumin mumbled as he returned to stand near the actor again. “Anyway, I need you to promise not to tell anyone about what we’re about to discuss. Even if you decide not to help, you cannotsayanything! Alright?”

“Alright! Just tell me what you need!” Zen crossed his arms over his chest in frustration as he leaned back into the chair.

“I have heard from multiple sources that not only are you a good actor, but you can sing…” Jumin cleared his throat. “I have been thinking for a long time about this and the conclusion my thoughts came to was you.”

Zen’s face scrunched up in confusion. His red eyes narrowed as he continued to listen to what the corporate heir had to say.

“I want to do something special for MC on our wedding day.”

“I’m pretty sure with everything you’ve given her so far would make it special enough. Seriously, dude, you spoil her too much!”

Jumin gritted his teeth at the comment. He felt anger but forced himself to remain calm. This is for MC’s sake. Jumin believed that she deserved the whole world if he was able to give it to her! He did not think he was spoiling his fiancée too much at all. In fact, he felt the opposite. It felt like he wasn’t doing enough for her!

“Not only special but personal!” Jumin jumped back in, catching the other man off guard with his rougher tone. He tried his hardest to hide any negative emotions that were being pulled out from inside him.

Zen was taken aback by the sudden tone. It made him reconsider what the dark-haired man would want to ask him. He felt curious.

“During the reception dinner, would you be willing to perform a song for us? As a special surprise for MC” A faint red tinted Jumin’s cheeks as the thought over his plan again.

“So that’s why you couldn’t talk about it in the messenger…” Zen’s face relaxed as he now understood Jumin’s odd behaviour. “And I take it you feel that this isn’t something to be talked about over the phone? That’s why you asked to meet me in person?”

The businessman nodded. His hand ran across the spine of the notebook before he opened it. He took a pen from the holder on his desk and prepared himself to start writing things down. Notes were already scattered throughout the pages of the book. Many were related to his ideas for the wedding. A variety of different styles of his handwriting made the pages look cluttered and unorganized, which juxtaposed how Jumin was in person. It reflected the thoughts in his mind, however. Showing just how rampant his ideas were when it came to pleasing his fiancée.

“Do you have an idea of what you’d want me to sing? If you want me to I can also play the accompaniment.” Zen asked with a fraction of a smile pulling onto his expression. It was an extremely rare occurrence for Zen to smile around Jumin. It was only because of MC that it happened. He could see how much the man in front of him loved his friend so much.

“I have made a list,” Jumin stated. “It’s only a small one but you can choose whatever one you feel would be most appropriate for you. I trust you’d want to pick one that would fit your singing style the best. All of these songs mean something to us so it’s not a huge deal which one you choose. Let me rewrite the list for you.”

His thumbs fumble around the paper to find a clean page. Referring to his notes, Jumin copied the name of each song down in neat, clear writing. Once he finished, he carefully tore out the page and handed it to Zen. The actor took it and studied the words written. Jumin couldn’t tell what he was thinking. There was something about his expression that worried him.

“I’ll do it.”

Jumin looked at the younger man in disbelief. He couldn’t quite believe what he just heard. Did he just say he’d do it?

The businessman cracked a subtle smile. Something he couldn’t hide. Thoughts of his surprise plan ran wild in his head. The fact that it was going to become a reality made him excited. Imagining his fiancée’s reaction gave him a childlike giddiness that only she could ever make him feel.

“Thank you, Zen. Really! You don’t understand how much I appreciate this” It was odd for Jumin to talk that way to Zen. However, with his beautiful fiancée in mind, he couldn’t help it. It may have made the actor uncomfortable, but it would have made the businessman feel just as bad. But it couldn’t be helped. Jumin was it’s so happy!

Zen forced a smile. He too felt happy but he couldn’t bring himself to think that the dark-haired man could act such a way around him. He wasn’t used to it, nor would he think he would ever get used to it. He would agree that it was a positive change but he couldn’t wrap his head around it still.

“You know I’m doing more for MC than for you right? I still think you two are rushing things but I can see now that you care about her a lot.”

“I know. There’s no need for you to remind me. However, I genuinely appreciate that you’ll help me out. I’m serious.” Jumin’s arms crossed across his chest. He was trying to remain professional when in reality, inside the excitement was becoming unbearable.

The two men wrapped up their meeting and said their farewells. Their exchanges seemed less tense. Jumin closed his office door after returning and leaned on it. His hand ran through his silky hair. A toothy smile bared his face and he chuckled to himself.  

He was eager for his wedding day. He was desperate to know about the details of the wedding she’s hiding from him. However, knowing he had a secret too made it easier to wait. He knew that his bride to be will love his plan as much as he does!

Day two of Jumin week took a little longer to write than I wanted to take but It’s done now and I’m happy! Hope You enjoy!

“I brought home some wine tonight!“ Jumin exclaimed as he places the bottles on the kitchen counter in front of me. I look at him in surprise, confused as to why he did not tell me beforehand like he usually would. If he were to bring wine home, he would normally bring a single bottle of red wine, however, this time it is two bottles of white.

"How come there are two bottles, honey? I’m pretty sure we won’t be drinking a whole bottle each in one night!” I jokingly say. A warm smile bares his face as he reaches for the corkscrew from the drawer. He softly chuckles at my attempt at a joke.

“These are samples, my love.” He explains. “I was given these in my meeting today with a wine company. They asked if I could give my honest feedback on these, so I thought I would try them out at home with you!”

The pull of the cork creates a sudden loud pop as it is freed from the neck of the bottle. I take grasp of a pair of tall crystal wine glasses and place them carefully down in front of my husband. He begins to pour. The golden liquid soon floods the base of the glass before he pauses to move onto the next. How perfectly he can control the pour amazes me every time I watch him. Jumin sits the bottle on the counter and then picks up the two glasses.

“Then shall we?” He asks as he presents glass in front of me. I shoot a tender smile back as I accept the glass from his warm hands.

“Cheers!” I announce as my husband and I clink our glasses together before we take a sip of the wine.

The taste is unusual. I cannot quite tell what is going on in my mouth. A whole variety of flavours are dancing around my tongue as I try to decipher what I just sipped. At first, the wine seemed bland until it hit the back of my mouth. Now I am confused by the dry, bitter tasted that lingers. It seems fruity but I cannot tell if there was meant to be a sweetness to the wine or not. Maybe it is because I’m not a fan of white wine?

“Well, I find it to be quite palatable. It has an even balance between the fruit flavouring and the sweetness-”

“-Sweetness?” I interrupt. How on earth can he taste any sweetness in this wine? My husband’s head tilts to the side and his brows furrow. He seems perplexed by my sudden statement. I look at him with the same expression. I’m just as confused as he is.

Typically, my husband and I have the same taste in wine. He is fond of a glass of red, as am I. We often share red wine as it suits both of our pallets. It seems to suit most of our favourite dishes and many restaurants would recommend their red wine over their selection of white. I’m quite shocked that his experience with this alcohol is different from mine!

“Are you having a different experience?” he quizzically asks. I nod as a process another small sip. This time it seems even more bitter.

“I can’t understand how you tasted any sweetness in this!” I exclaim. “It’s so bitter for me. I have never been a fan of white wine and this is the reason why. It’s so much bitter compared to red!”

Jumin lets out a soft chuckle as he places his glass on the kitchen counter. His eyes met mine as he observes my expression. His pink lips part slightly as he gradually closes the gap between the two of us. I feel his hand slinks across my waist, pulling me un closer to his chest. His eyes divert from before he speaks.

“So, should I tell the company owner you’re not a fan of the wine?” A smirk grows on his lips.

“All I’m saying is I’m not an avid white wine drinker that’s all, Jumin. I’m sure you’re more of a fan of it than me.” I say, gazing into his storm grey eyes. For just a moment we smile at each other, waiting for one of us to make any sort of movement. It’s not until I then place my own glass next to his that we start moving. His grip tightens around my waist and his other hand rises to stroke my cheek. My arms wind around the back of his neck.

“If the flavour of the wine wasn’t to your taste, my love, maybe I should give you something sweeter to make up for it?” His voice a mere whisper. All I must do it look at him to give him the answer before his lips meet mine. I can taste the unusual wine on his lips, but the heat from the contact makes that taste tolerable. Yes, this is much sweeter than the wine, much more my taste!

When we finally part, he reaches for his glass once again and takes a sip. I shake my head and giggle at him.

“Just because you don’t like it, doesn’t mean I don’t! And I certainly won’t be letting it go to waste!”

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.”

Unsure of what to get Jumin for the holiday season, you seek out advice from V to help solve your problem.

Word Count: 1,583

Happy holidays to everyone – no matter what you’re celebrating I hope today is absolutely amazing for you! Life has been absolutely hectic for me but I’m glad to say I’ve made it to this point and I’m ready for the future, whatever that might bring! Thank you all endlessly for your patience and I hope this little prompt might make up for my constant absence.  (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

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The holidays were quickly approaching – from one second to the next it was November and December came bursting through your door.  

Usually, that wasn’t a problem for you; you adored seeing the seasons change from the warmth of orange, red, and yellow trees to the coverings of snow over their once lumbering branches, and the holiday lights that would brighten up the world around you more than the very stars in the sky.  

The only issue was Jumin – just what to give him, that is. After all, what could you give to the man who had everything?  

You spent many nights creeping from your husband’s arms in bed to pace nervously about in his office over the topic; plenty of notes scribbled with writing only to be crumpled and tossed away at your dismissal.  

It wasn’t that you weren’t trying – you were. Desperately so. You wanted nothing more than to bring the light in his eyes that he so often brought to you – to give him something heartfelt and touching and new in his life of riches.  

But what on earth could that thing be?  

“I… I want this to be special!” You exclaimed over the phone. Somehow, in the midst of V’s constant travels and supposed work, you’d managed to catch him in a moment of free time. You spent the first few minutes of that free time, thanking him, though, V seemed a tad bit lonely himself – more than happy to accept your earnest, friendly company. “But I… I just don’t know what I could do! Whatever I get him – he could just as easily buy!”  

“You’re right.” V hummed, a tinge of gentle amusement in his voice. “But I think he’d love anything so long as it’s from you.”  

You folded your lips and sighed with a drop of your shoulders. “I know, but I don’t want it to be just anything. Jumin has changed my life in so many wonderful, amazing ways – I found my best friend, my husband – I just want to show him how thankful I am for everything… for him.”  

Red crept onto your cheeks as you fiddled with your wedding ring, a smile spreading across your face in such a way that was easier than breathing.  

“I love him so, so much, and I know he knows that, but I want to show him!”  

V chuckled. “You mean other than the fact that you married him?”  

“Well, I’d marry him all over again if I could!”  

A bright wave of laughter poured in from the other line, and though you couldn’t see V, you could perfectly envision the grin painting his expression.  

“Jumin may not believe in soulmates but the two of you are as close as it comes. In spite of what you may believe, Jumin didn’t always have everything – he only truly gained it when he met you.”  

At your pause he continued, sincerity etched in him like the finest needlework. “He told me that. He does often.”

“Really?”  

V simpered. “Of course.” He thought for a moment, his mind traveling far beyond the phone or where he was. “When we were growing up, the first gift I ever gave Jumin was a painting of where we first met – he was the first person I ever showed my artwork to and… he’d always been supportive.”  

You’d never heard V open up in such a way to you before and you nearly forgot to breathe in your surprise, listening intently.  

“The painting wasn’t encrusted with diamonds or lined with gold but he hugged the canvas so tightly when I gave it to him I worried it’d snap in half!”  

He laughed, and you believed for a moment it might’ve sounded wistful, yearning for a past he could no longer grasp. He was quick to hide it away in an instant, taking in a slow, quiet breath. “The gifts that matter the most to Jumin aren’t the ones that are the most expensive or extraordinary – but the ones that come from your heart. It’s truly the thought that counts most for him.”  

“Thank you, V… that was wonderful.” You spoke softly as if any louder and you might frighten him away. Truthfully, never having seen him so vulnerable might’ve left you a bit clueless, but you tried. “I really do appreciate your help.”  

“I’m more than happy to help. Do you think you have an idea?”  

You nodded, a glimmer of excitement brimming to life inside your chest.  

“Yes, I think I do.”  

And with that, your work began.  

You wrote as if your life depended on it, a never-ending whirlwind of scribbles on paper that left your hand sore and aching like you’d never known.  

But you would’ve done it all over again in a heartbeat. It was worth it. Jumin was utterly worth it.

You just simply couldn’t wait for the holidays to finally arrive.  

And when it did, you were practically bouncing in your excitement.  

Jumin too, took to the festivities with an odd bit of delight anyone else would rarely see. His tie was dotted with snowflakes and he might’ve worn a pair of reindeer antlers on his head – only upon your asking, however.  

“Are you sure it doesn’t look… silly?”  

You pressed a quick kiss to his nose, a few giggles slipping through your voice. “It looks perfect!”  

“You’re too kind, love.”  

“No, I’m just honest.” You took a few steps back and tapped your feet in anticipation, practically antsy. “Are you ready for your present?”  

Jumin had woken you up that morning with his own gifts for you, his expression lighting up with pure joy each time you opened something up. His gifts were surprisingly small and personal – little things he‘d notice your gaze holding or reminded him of you – a new turnaround that he admitted he’d needed a helping hand from the RFA to accomplish.  

You weren’t afraid to admit your heart absolutely melted at the sight of it all.  

And now, it was your turn to do the same for Jumin.  

You scrambled for the box and gave it to your husband hurriedly, a simple box made up of festive stripes and a bright bow settled atop.  

“Go on, go ahead!” You beamed warmly, Jumin chuckling at your eagerness. “I think you’ll like it!”  

“I’m sure I will dear.” 

He fiddled with the box curiously before opening it up, lifting up a leather-bound book, his brows raising intently at the sight of a note written on the very first page. 

“To all the chapters that have yet to be written. I can’t wait to experience them all with you.” 

“When I stayed with you – when you began opening up to me – you told me how much you loved stories, and you read me your favorite,” You reminisced on that time with a fond, wide smile that brought those familiar butterflies fluttering in your stomach. “So I wanted to write my favorite story.” 

Jumin’s lips parted with a gentle, hesitant breath, almost afraid he’d somehow be wrong as he spoke. 

“Is this…?” 

You nodded, biting back a small, sheepish laugh. “It’s our story.” 

As if you hung the very stars themselves, Jumin stared at you in utter and absolute awe. 

Of all the gifts Jumin had received, in all their shapes and sizes, only a few had truly taken his breath away. Even fewer presents had managed to cause his heart to swell. 

Your present, brought his heart to a melting point. 

Jumin began to read the pages in bits and pieces – glimpses of your view of him in the beginning of your days in the RFA  to your wedding night – each word of how your feelings grew and your bond deepened etching that much further inside of him. 

He hadn’t even realized the tears brimming in his eyes until your hands wrapped around his cheeks, your thumbs gingerly wiping away at the teardrops.

“Oh no, no what’s wrong?” Curls of Jumin’s hair became entangled around your fingertips as you brought his expression to you. A sudden wave of panic coursed through you only to mellow at the sight of the warm smile on his face. 

“Nothing is wrong, love, nothing at all.” He chuckled. “I’d even say things are as close to perfect as such a thing can be.” 

“They’re the good kind of tears?” 

“The very good kind.” Jumin mused.”I just remembered how incredibly lucky I am… how incredibly lucky and irrevocably happy I am.” 

He pulled you close, the book kept to his chest as if it’d be a tragedy to ever let go. Your husband’s forehead rested against your own and steadied himself in spite of the slightest tremors in his voice. 

“Thank you… not just for this… but for everything. I truly don’t want to imagine what my life would be without you – I don’t want to imagine any sort of life without you.” 

“You don’t have to! I’m not going anywhere!” You grinned. “We still have all those extra pages to fill up after all!” 

“We might need another book, you know.” 

“And why’s that?” 

Jumin pressed a tender kiss between your brows and eased you into an embrace that like a blanket, you simply enveloped yourself in. There wasn’t a single other place in the world, you’d rather be than right there in his arms, listening as he whispered the answer into your ear. 

“Because I don’t think I ever want our story to end.”