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Jaehee: It’s three in the morning! Why are you making French toast?

Jumin: It’s for Elizabeth the 3rd.

Jaehee: Why are you making French toast for a cat at three in the morning?

Jumin: She doesn’t know how.

Jumin: What’s mlm and wlw?

Luciel: Multi-level marketing and wulti-level warketing

Jaehee: Can I say something kind of weird and morbid?

Jumin: Sometimes, when you eat sushi, you imagine the fish screaming? Me too.

Jaehee: What?? No! Why would I–??

Jumin: Okay, well, I guess I just never think of money as an issue.

Jaehee: That’s because you have it.

Jumin: You make a good point.

Jumin: Maybe Rika is right.

V: No. I have a kid at home and I will not let them be raised in a world where Rika is right.

Jumin: Running late.

Jumin: Just ran over a dude on a bike.

Jaehee: How? You’re in a helicopter?

Jumin, to V: All I really remember is standing in the shower with you eating chips.

Hehe i know i’m lateee but… HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY JUMIN

Our Hot Daddy can cry too y'know. So, Don’t ever leave Jumin side kay or you will see the bad ending

[ Z E N - F A N A R T ]

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“Alright! I’m gonna blind people with my beauty today as usual!” (๑・ω-)～♥”

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZENNY (´∀｀)♡

Such a Beautiful and handsome guy

A Lovely and caring person~

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All of the reference goes to Invitation Of Mystic Messenger (Webtoon) - meriG (멜쥐)0

Hope y'all like it

Aaaaa i know i’m late to post it, But Happy birthday Little Cute Boi Yoosung!!!

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!

~Hantober~

Day Five-Bingo!

There’s so much I wish I was able to cross off but sadly I couldn’t :(

I would get all of his endings if it wasn’t for the fact that I don’t want to hurt him and in the 3 bad endings I don’t have he is emotionally hurt. I physically can’t do it!

So I only just realised that this is a thing so I’m going to catch up by posting the days I’ve missed into one post! Hope y’all don’t mind! Better than spamming the days out like a maniac. Just tap keep reading to see what I’ve chosen! :)

Day One-Favourite CG or picture of Jumin

I love this picture so much! Like it’s just so pure and wholesome! I’m pretty sure its from the Christmas DLC if I remember correctly but either way it’s just perfect.

Day Two-Favourite in game moment

I wish I could chose Jumin’s route as a whole because I love him but sadly I can’t for this. I know that his phone calls are definitely one of my favourite parts of his route, especially this call. Its from day 10 at around midnight. The fact the MC call’s Jumin in the middle of the night is adorable but when they’re in bed sleeping together, my heart melted. It made me so happy!!

**Day Three **- The moment you fell in love with Jumin and why?

To be honest, when I first played the game, I was always interested in Jumin. I was annoyed that I waisted my free Hourglasses at the beginning because I could have unlocked his route earlier! I thought I loved Zen a lot when I first played the game, then when I moved onto Yoosung, I didn’t get that same feeling. When I finally got onto Jumin’s route, That feeling I had on Zen’s came back but it hit hard! Like it was elevated by 1000%! It probably was due to me being interested from the start but day 5 those feeling flooded through and oh boy, when you go to his penthouse… That was when I has head over heels! I wanted to help him and protect him as he was struggling so much and I just knew from that point he was my true end! I never had those feelings with any other character and I’m constantly replaying Jumin’s route because I just can’t let him go!

Day Four - Favourite Jumin fanart/ fanfic

So for many years, I have been reading so many fanfics on tumblr about Jumin. One author in particular that I enjoyed reading was @little-writings​ who’s Matserpost I have reblogged on my blog! They have written soooooo many Jumin oneshots and they are all amazing! I find myself constantly going back to read them as there’s just so many!

This little one-shot was originally for Jumin week but I wasn’t able to finish it on time but I still wanted to post it! Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 1415

(Fluff)

I wait eagerly for Jumin’s call. He’s away from the city on a business trip and the only way to hear his voice right now is through a call. It has become a habit of ours that each morning we will wake up and wait for the other to video call so we can have a morning drink together, much like how we would do if he was home with me.

My legs fumble in anticipation under the dining table as I look at the screen of my laptop. My hands mildly shaking in excitement as they grasp the hot mug in front of me. I don’t want to wait any longer. A smile grows on my face with every thought related to being able to talk with my husband in just a short moment.

Just as expected, at 8:30 on the dot, a call comes through. Jumin’s name pops up on the screen and I instantly click the accept button as if my life depended on it. And there I see his face!

“Good morning, my angel.” His warm voice greets coming through the speakers. He’s already dressed for the day. His hair all brushed and shiny, a fresh and clean-shaven face, and his suit constructed perfectly to form around his body. The professional manner of this man is extraordinary I admit. It makes me look lazy compared to him, with my hair thrown up carelessly and still in my dressing gown

“Good morning! I miss you so much!” My expression softens, the longing feeling of wanting him home slowly filling me up to the brim.

“No words can describe how much I want to be home with you right now, darling. Only one more night and I’ll be by your side again.” His words melt my heart. I cannot wait much longer. The penthouse is far too empty without him here, even though I have Elizabeth for some company.

I take a sip from my cup, taking a moment to process the flavor of the steamy beverage. A milky Earl grey with a spoonful of sugar to sweeten the bitterness of the black tea. A common brew Jumin would usually enjoy whilst at home. It helps to make it feel like he’s here with me.

“What have you got this morning?” I ask in intrigue as I gesture to the camera at my own mug. Jumin smiles as he sips from his own. A satisfied sigh escapes as he parts his lips from the cup’s edge.

“Americano today. I need that little bit of extra energy to get through today’s endeavors. Of course, I’m guessing you have the usual?” He responds. I hold my cup up confidently and nod my head towards the screen. I take another sip.

“I accidentally made more than I should of! I guess it was out of habit like I was making you a cup too!” I fiddle with the handle of the ceramic and let out a subtle laugh at my mistake. Reflecting on the small incident makes me wish for him to be home right now even more!

Jumin chuckles and comments on what I said. He reassures me of his schedule for tomorrow, how he’ll be leaving early in the morning to get the fastest flight back to the city to meet his father in time for lunch. Secretly I was hoping he’d offer for me to join him but I’m guessing that his father would only want to meet with his son to discuss his trip. After lunch, he explains that he’d have the rest of the day off to spend time at home with me! I don’t think my smile could get any bigger!

“Is there anything you want to do when I get back? Maybe go out for dinner or go shopping?” He asks before taking the last sip of his coffee. I sit there for a moment, my head perched on my hand as I tap my lips with my fingers. Many thoughts run through my head. Anything with Jumin would be a pleasure so I have a wide variety of choices. One thought constantly reoccurs, however. I just want him to be home!

“I honestly just want you here at home! I don’t need to go out, not for a meal or spontaneous shopping sprees. The only place I want to be is in your arms, maybe sharing tea?” I imagine. “What if we used that old teapot we got as a wedding gift? We could have a tea party!”

“Aren’t we a little old for tea parties, MC?” Jumin chuckles at the thought, his cheeks a blurry shade of pink on the laptop’s display.

“You can never be too old for a tea party!”

A knock on the door comes from the other end of the line and I watch Jumin’s head turn to look in the direction of the noise. He gestures for me to wait as he gets up from his seat to answer. The picture is too pixelated for me to see clearly who was there but I can just about make out the audio. Does it seem like someone had given Jumin something or maybe a few things? It’s very hard to tell.

“I apologize for that, my love. It was one of the assistants here giving me the paperwork for my morning meeting today. Oh, and another coffee!” He relays back to me as he returns to his seat, placing the new cup down in front of him. A small stack of paperwork lays within Jumin’s clutches. His delicate fingers flick through the individual pieces of paper to check that everything is there before placing them down on the table in front of him as well.  He then drinks some coffee.

“Go easy on the caffeine, yeah? Too much won’t do any good for you!” I say with a hint of concern in my tone. My husband’s expression softens and his face gets closer to the camera.

“Please don’t worry, darling! I’ll take it easy. This will be the last one I promise. I just need a little boost to help me throughout this busy day today.” The paperwork finds his hands again and he begins to read the first page.

I lean back in my chair, holding tightly to my own mug as I observe him through the screen. I know that once he’s finished that drink he’ll have to go. I wish I could find a way to make him stay longer but then I’d make him late for his meeting and he’d be in trouble. Being separated from your loved ones is always difficult, especially if it’s your soulmate! I should be used to this by now with the number of business trips he’s been on but it’s a feeling that I don’t enjoy.

I watch the expression on my husband’s face change as he studies the paperwork. It shifts from frustration to boredom all within a matter of seconds. It’s possible the subject matter of his meeting isn’t to his liking which would be a reasonable explanation for how he looks. IT’s also fairly obvious that he’s stressed too. Oh, how I wish I could help him out!

With every sip of coffee, Jumin gets more and more agitated. Is there something wrong with what he’s been provided? Or could it purely be because he knows that this will all be over tomorrow and he can’t wait for it all to finish?

I look down into my own mug. I’ve barely reached halfway through my tea. It must be getting cold by now. Maybe I could convince him to stay until I’ve finished my drink? No, that’s too selfish!

“Is there something wrong, darling?” Jumin grabs my attention. “You’ve gone quiet…”

“No, I’m fine. I was just thinking that’s all!” I reply with a weak smile. “Thinking of ways to make the day go quickly so you can come home sooner!”

He chuckles. A toothy grin plants itself across his expression.

“I’ll be home before you know it! In the meantime, enjoy your day for me!” I blush at his words.

He’s right. I should try and enjoy the day. If I sit around being all sad and bored, then time will only go slower. I must make the most of the time I have on my own as it’s only a matter of time before he is here with me again. I think that thought alone will keep me going!

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!”