Mystic Messenger Fanfiction | JuminxMC Good Ending Continued | Commoner’s Honeymoon

“Why are you wearing your suit? Did you think I wouldn’t observe your commoner wedding custom?”

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The helicopter ride was exhilarating. Even though it was incredibly noisy, the view was so beautiful. Jumin was watching me more than the view, having probably seen things like this before, but I was so fascinated by all the lights below. It was a pitch black night, so all the building with the lights in their windows created what was like a man-made sky. My new husband took my hand, kissing my knuckles gently to get my attention. He was even more handsome in the light from inside the helicopter than I thought could be possible, his sharp features only further defined.

It was impossible to hear each other over the noise of the helicopter, but thanks to the headsets we each had on, we were able to talk. “We’re going to a vacation house of mine near the beach. Elizabeth the 3rd and our luggage is already there.” I nodded along as he talked, running my thumb over his hand as he held it. Jumin was far more into these little moments and touching than I’d ever expected he would be. The love of my life was a sweetheart. “I’d like to…swim with you in the private pool tonight.”

Oh, that was a little bit of a gear shift. I’d thought he would…want to…Well it was our wedding night, and he’d been holding it in for our entire engagement, but maybe he was as nervous about it now as I was? That wasn’t likely. There were still several hours of our wedding tonight to enjoy and that was probably all that was going on. Jumin had never really expressed an interest in going swimming with me before, so I was just a little thrown off as to why that would be the activity he chose rather than doing a jigsaw puzzle together or something of the like, but I wasn’t going to say no to spending more time with my husband.

As I was getting ready in our honeymoon suite, I couldn’t stop thinking how surreal it was. I’d been Mrs. Han for approximately four hours, and now we were spending our first night together as husband and wife. Jumin had thought of everything, my bag was packed with all new outfits he’d chosen for me and I found a beautiful swimsuit that fit just perfectly. He’d had my measurements for some time now, and he did love giving gifts, even if it made me slightly uncomfortable to accept so many extravagant things. It made him happy, though, and that was what mattered.

I wrapped a towel around myself, feeling just a little exposed in the revealing swim suit when Jumin had never seen me in anything less than a shirt and a skirt. Elizabeth the 3rd greeted me from the couch in the living room of this amazing almost glass house. The living areas really were made up of glass walls, and the ceiling in the bedroom was one-sided glass so you could look up at the stars. I was amazed by everything, but there wasn’t time to marvel about that now, my husband was waiting for me in the pool.

Jumin had decided to allow me to change by myself in the bedroom, wanting to let me be comfortable, and I could see his tux tossed onto one of the chairs near the pool. He really wasn’t as neat as I’d been led to believe at one point. Things tended to go in their place, but that was mostly because a maid would put them there. His back was turned to me as he was at the edge of the infinity pool, seemingly lost in thought. It was such a rare occurrence to see him not bustling around with work or other matters, so I didn’t want to disturb him.

His back was well sculpted and muscled, thanks to the time he spent with his personal trainer as directed by his nutritionist, and I couldn’t help but stop to admire him before I dropped my towel and carefully stepped into the pool. The water was a comfortable temperature, and I could reach the bottom with the water rising to my chest height, so I was able to move quietly. As I made my way towards my husband, I found myself wondering what his own swimsuit looked like, because as I peered into the water there didn’t seem to be any color and then a ripple passed by and I saw…He wasn’t wearing anything.

The gasp that left my throat had my husband turning around, gray eyes quickly taking in my shocked expression. “What’s wrong my darling? Is the water too cold? Has something frightened you?” In just a moment he was there, wrapping his arms around me, and I was internally screeching as my heart pounded in my chest and my entire body turned red. Jumin was hugging me, and he was completely nude. He seemed to be doing a bit of a double-take as he let go of me, his hand having come in contact with my swimsuit.

“Why are you wearing your suit? Did you think I wouldn’t observe your commoner wedding custom? Seven informed me about your ‘skinny-dipping’ traditions and provided me with a number of articles on the matter.” It only made so much sense that Seven would have something to do with this. That redhead loved to mess around and he was probably going to be teasing us both incredibly once we next logged into the chatroom. Jumin seemed so confused and somewhat offended that I would doubt him. “Of course I wouldn’t ignore my wife’s customs, although I know it will be hard to keep my hands to myself; I do no longer have to as you’re now my wife.” That did nothing to help the blush at all.

“Jumin…um…Skinny-dipping isn’t a commoner custom…” I watched as what I’d said sunk in, the moment he realized he’d been tricked. His expression went somewhat cold, and I shrank away slightly only to have him bow his head to me. “I apologize, my love. It seems I have been tricked. I’ll have to find a way to punish Seven for his ridiculous actions.”

So now what? “Y-you’re forgiven.” Here I was, standing with my naked husband, myself in a rather revealing swimsuit, and I had no idea what to do. The good news was, that when I didn’t know how to act, Jumin certainly did. My husband approached me again, gently pulling me into his arms once more. I hadn’t even had time to cool down my blush yet, and it seemed it was actually getting worse, which I hadn’t thought was possible. Jumin lightly rested his chin on the top of my head as his hands traveled along my back, finding the strings to my top. “Although…it’s not so bad of a trick. I would like to skinny-dip with you, if that’s to my wife’s satisfaction?”

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Jumin pulled away to curl up with me, wrapping me up in his arms and pressing featherlight kisses everywhere that he could. “MC…my beautiful wife.” I certainly felt beautiful with all of his praises even if I also felt incredibly worn out. As I nuzzled into my husband’s chest he managed to find a blanket that wasn’t soaked with pool water, pulling it over us. My eyelids were incredibly heavy, it had been such a long day, but I wanted to stay awake as long as possible to soak in this moment and our love for each other.

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Mystic Messenger Fanfiction | JuminxMC Good Ending Continued | Almost Scandalous

We were Korea’s number one couple and the entire wedding day was a major business play as far as keeping up relations with a number of corporate officials who would be attending. It was strange knowing that it couldn’t just be a day about us, but at the same time, this was the life I’d chosen, all to be with the man that I loved.

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Hiring one of the best wedding planners in the nation had been a wonderful idea. I had nothing to worry about as I was getting ready, no stress about whether the dinner was going to be on time or if the flowers were just right, because everything was perfect. My husband to be kept sending me little texts making sure that I was alright, so he must have been the only one stressing over the event.

We were Korea’s number one couple and the entire wedding day was a major business play as far as keeping up relations with a number of corporate officials who would be attending. It was strange knowing that it couldn’t just be a day about us, but at the same time, this was the life I’d chosen, all to be with the man that I loved.

Everything was going off without a hitch, and when it came time to walk down the aisle, Zen being the one to walk me down the aisle as one of our closest friends. My own parents had died in an accident some years ago, and Jumin had insisted on keeping the tradition of someone walking me down the aisle, so why not our good friend? If V had been here, it would have been him walking me down the aisle, but I tried not to think about that as tears choked me looking up at the face of my beloved.

Jumin took my hands almost immediately, running his fingers over my own in a show of comfort. As much as cameras and attention had become a part of my life, he knew I was still unused to it, but as I looked into his dark gray eyes, I was swept away into a world of only the two of us. Nothing else existed other than the occasional question from the priest. It barely occurred to me until Jumin was pulling me in for the kiss that we were married. All of this was a dream come true, and I was sure that I was dreaming the best dream.

As we made it to our reception, however, it felt as though we had slipped into a nightmare. I was holding onto my husband’s arm as he was greeting some of our guests when a woman approached, her body like a model’s and her hair in an elegant bun. She looked like someone familiar, like I should have recognized her, and the way my husband stiffened when he noticed the woman told me she had to be important. Why couldn’t I remember?

“Congratulations to the happy couple.” The woman was clearly older, and when she opened her mouth to talk she had this bubbly tone like the women that his father tended to date. Oh, suddenly it made sense as she kept talking. “Won’t you come give your mother a hug?” This had to be his stepmother. Jumin’s mother had declined to attend, and her voice was completely different. The look on this woman’s face was cold towards me but warm and snide towards Jumin. Was their relationship strained simply because of what she represented, or was there more to it?

“I will decline that offer.” Jumin was polite, cold but polite. I’d managed to bring him into attempting to be kinder to strangers or those who couldn’t offer him anything, simply out of common courtesy, but that apparently didn’t extend to his stepmother. The woman pouted and stepped forward as though to push me aside and wrap her arms around his waist. “Please? We have such a bond, don’t we?” The way he inhaled so sharply, stepping to the side and pulling me even closer to his side, it was clear to me that they certainly did have a bond, but not a good one.

Jumin’s hand tightened further on my waist, and I leaned into him. “Should we cut the cake, honey bunny?” That seemed to get his attention, his eyes meeting mine and a smile breaking on his face. “What an excellent idea, my love.” It would be better if we could get away from this distasteful woman without making a scene, particularly with the high profile guests and reporters in attendance. Any scene could be disastrous for the company’s image. The stocks were higher than ever thanks to our relationship’s popularity, but a scandal of this size would be a problem. Any normal scandal, Jumin was used to, but a fight at our wedding? There was no way we could be simple in explaining that away.

She just wasn’t letting up, now she reached for Jumin’s hand as we were stepping away, and for a moment my heart sunk as Jumin let go of me, his eyes having turned dark before he turned away to step close to this woman. What was he doing? He didn’t like this woman, it was only too obvious that she made him uncomfortable, but he was bending to speak in her ear, her hand snaking up on his back. It made no sense to me, my heart racing uncomfortably as my chest felt like it was tightening. A few people had turned to look, and I felt as though the dreaded ‘wedding scene at Han nuptials’ was going to happen.

Her hand dropped away from my husband quickly before he pulled away, a sly grin on his lips as he once more put his arm around me. “It was good to see you, stepmother.” That was a lie, but Jumin was an expert at those false pleasantries. His stepmother’s face was pale as a sheet, and I could only guess at what Jumin had whispered into her ear. Some threat or other warning? Whatever it was, it had saved the both of us from embarrassment.

Jumin ushered me over to the front table, avoiding a few others attempting to step up and greet us before he pulled me close into a kiss that had the crowd cheering. This was followed by a tight embrace, at which point he took the opportunity to mumble softly in my ear. “I’m sorry for my distasteful behavior, but I couldn’t let that woman interrupt your perfect day, darling.” When he pulled away, I couldn’t help the way my heart swelled. He’d risked the trouble of dealing with his stepmother touching him for me, certainly in part to avoid the loss of stocks, but also…I had become what he put above even the business’ standings in the public eye.

Our honeymoon had been left completely up to Jumin to be planned, at his insistence. He’d asked me where I wanted to go and done the rest. Still, I furrowed my brows as I recognized the route Driver Kim was taking. “Why are we on the way to the penthouse, Jumin?” The way that his smile slowly grew before he kissed the side of my head, I had a feeling he had something special in store. “Just you wait, Mrs. Han…This is something you’ve mentioned you wanted to try before.”

What could he be talking about? Certainly not…already? Had it been that difficult for him to contain himself until our wedding night? Jumin did have a blush on his face as he’d said my new married name, but I was somewhat relieved when he pressed the elevator button for the roof rather than his penthouse. I didn’t have to be nervous about that yet then. Once we made it to the roof, the sound was incredibly loud, and I found the source of the noise quickly, the propellers of a helicopter, pilot patiently waiting inside. Had he really remembered me asking to ride in a helicopter during my stay with him while Elizabeth the 3rd was missing?

“Come, Mrs. Han, we have a honeymoon to get to.” His smile was intoxicating, even if he had to shout to be heard over the sound of the helicopter, his hair and tie flapping in the force of the wind from those propellers. He was ever the gentleman, assisting me into the chopper before helping me to attach the headgear and strap me in. We had only been married for a few hours, but we were already on an adventure.

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Mystic Messenger Fanfiction | JuminxMC Good Ending Continued | Mother’s Business

What was even more unsettling, Jumin picked up, slowly bringing the phone to his ear as his other hand went to undo his tie ever so slightly. “Hello, mother. To what do I owe this phone call?” His mother? Did he mean his stepmother or? “It’s been two years since you last spoke to me, I hardly think that’s your place to give me or my future wife advice.”

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Jumin had invited me over to his penthouse to decorate and have dinner, with only a week and a half until our wedding, it felt like we needed some time to just be together, especially with all of the stress. I had arrived before him and gotten started looking around. Of course, a professional interior designer had been the one to decorate his home before, and there weren’t really any true touches of himself. He’d explained that everything had been chosen to give a calm atmosphere and prevent depression, but seeing how empty and cold it was of personal touches made me feel as though it served its purpose, sure, but it wasn’t making true impact on having a home.

The door opened and I nearly wanted to run into his arms as I saw my handsome gentleman walk through the door, but restrained myself so as not to startle him, going to greet him with a huge smile. Jumin had flinched once when I went to hug him before he’d accepted it, apologizing and saying it was something about a memory that he didn’t wish to discuss. I just tried to focus on making sure I didn’t remind him of that again. “Welcome home, honey bunny.”

The smile that greeted me in response warmed my heart tremendously as he bent to press a kiss to my lips, making it last before pulling away. “I can’t wait to have you greet me like that every day. All the stress of my day has melted away in a matter of seconds.”

His stress relief would only last a few short moments before his phone went off. Jumin at first pulled it from his pocket, I suspected fully intending to hang up, but then he seemed to recognize the number, a look of shock on his face as he paused. He was just staring at the phone, his gray eyes wide. If it was important, he needed to pick up before they hung up. “Jumin, answer it. It’s okay.”

By the look on his face, it wasn’t exactly okay. I felt anxious. Why would the caller ID be disturbing him this much? I had seen him sigh and ignore a call, even from work, stating that if it was so important they would email him and he could deal with it that way, but I had never seen him behave like this. It was unsettling to say the least.

What was even more unsettling, Jumin picked up, slowly bringing the phone to his ear as his other hand went to undo his tie ever so slightly. “Hello, mother. To what do I owe this phone call?” His mother? Did he mean his stepmother or? “It’s been two years since you last spoke to me, I hardly think that’s your place to give me or my future wife advice.”

The woman who hadn’t spoken to him in years. His birth mother. Why was she calling? Of course, she had been sent an invitation to our wedding, and that was the only thing I could think of. Maybe it was something innocuous like trying to butt in on the wedding planning? I had to hope that it wasn’t anything further than that.

Jumin turned, looking right into my eyes for a moment before his gaze flicked away again, Elizabeth the 3rd walking up to him and rubbing against his pant leg, walking between and around his legs repetitively. This seemed to give him some comfort, and I blew him a kiss before he was replying to something else his mother was saying. “I would rather you didn’t speak to her directly. It’s not your place. If you have something to say to her you can do it through me.”

Now he seemed to be getting angry. His eyes had gone darker, a stern look on his face as he set his jaw, his brows furrowing ever so slightly. He really was a beautiful man, but that wasn’t a luxury I had to enjoy at the moment because I was so worried about what was going on.

He valued family and tradition; it was a part of who he was, but his mother had been living abroad for years, and it was no secret to me that she didn’t talk to her only son. Still, as much as he was right that she had virtually abandoned him and had no right to step into his life as she pleased, Jumin wasn’t one to deny social courtesy. It seemed like whatever his mother wanted, she wasn’t backing down. “As you wish, but keep it under a half hour. I will hang up for her after that time.” He was making a decision for me again, but this wasn’t one I was at all in opposition of. Jumin held out his phone towards me, a sigh escaping him before he met my eyes. “My mother wants to speak with my future wife.”

My legs were shaky as I stepped forward towards him again, he had moved away from me as he took the call, but now I was standing right by him, pausing like he had before picking up the phone at his nod to me. As I put the phone to my ear, Jumin pulled me into his arms, his warmth spreading through me when I hadn’t even realized I was cold. “Um…hello?”

“So why are you marrying Jumin?” Wow…her voice sounded so…clinical. She didn’t even refer to Jumin as her son, just Jumin. I furrowed my brows as Jumin tightened his arms around me. “Well, because I love him.” The woman on the other end of the line started to laugh, this high-pitched sound almost like a cackle.

What was with her? It was starting to irritate me even with Elizabeth the 3rd rubbing at our legs and Jumin softly rubbing my back. He was surprisingly clingy, that was something I’d learned early on, because he just wanted to be loved and on his own terms. It was very rare for me to touch him first because of how he would sometimes flinch, but if he was initiating contact, he was all over me.

Once she was done with her cackling, I’d rather she’d kept laughing for a half hour. “I thought I loved his father too, but you get tired of him never coming home on time. All the extravagant gifts and parties, they’re wonderful, but when you’re stuck at home with nothing to do, a maid cleaning everything, a cook making the food, you’ll fall out of love too. Here’s the tip for which I’ll be wanting a cut. That’s when you need to get pregnant, that will secure your alimony.”

Before she’d said that last bit, on some level, I felt a little bit of sympathy. This woman had been stifled, shut up at home with nothing to do while her husband put work first. I had gotten a taste of that in my days staying with Jumin before the party. Still….I accepted his work as a part of him, and if she had truly been meant for and loved his father, she would have too or at least tried to solve the problem in a different way.

I stiffened, somewhat worried about the way I was about to respond, none too nicely. Jumin stopped rubbing my back, pulling back just a little to look down at me with concern at the change in my body language. Our eyes met just as I responded. “I’m not going to get pregnant to trap him. Our children will come out of love.” The look on Jumin’s face changed quickly.

There was just a flash of anger and sadness as he understood what his mother had been trying to suggest, what that meant for his birth. Not that Jumin had thought his mother loved him, but it was still a shock to realize that he truly had been a business choice. Still, his face changed again to one of affection as his hand ended up at my chin. I let him take the phone away with his other hand, hanging it up and tossing it onto the couch before bending to kiss me.

Jumin was slow, his hand finding the small of my back to press my body closer as my heart raced in my chest. The phone was going off again, probably his mother angry that she hadn’t gotten her full half hour. When Jumin abruptly broke away from me, his gray eyes almost a dark obsidian, I thought he was going to answer it, but instead he just stepped away from me and adjusted his cuff links. “My apologies, my love, but I need to stop before I go too far.”

We hadn’t even talked about children, but I certainly hadn’t expected that reaction. A flush filled my face thinking about what he meant about going too far. Jumin was mostly a nominal Christian, he didn’t actively attend church. It was more of a tradition choice, but because of his love for tradition, we were going to wait until marriage.

“I’m sorry…about your mother.” I felt like it needed to be said and Jumin gave me a small smile. “It’s alright. It’s better than dealing with my father’s current wife.” I blinked at the way his words turned sour. Was that just because of how much he hated his father’s womanizing or for a more sinister reason? If he were talking to anyone else, no emotion would have dipped into that sentence at all.

I decided that it wasn’t the time to bring it up. There was so much going on with the wedding only a week and a half away. No one could even get a hold of V and Seven was acting strange and depressed again. Yoosung was particularly worried. Hopefully we would be able to find V before the wedding, but until then, we were moving forward, our happiness together within reach. Even this added stress of his mother’s desires wasn’t going to ruin our wedding. We were meant to be together, and Jumin needed me by his side.

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Jumin sighed. He was glad that he had been preparing to leave far earlier than the date had needed, because now he’d had to wait for that report. He’d send someone out to get him a more ‘casual’ outfit for a commoner’s date. His suit was apparently not going to cut it. It was a little reminiscent of how he’d dressed when he was younger, before he’d gotten his job at his father’s company. The clothes were still designer, a simple shirt and pants. Would this make MC happy?

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Jumin sighed. He was glad that he had been preparing to leave far earlier than the date had needed, because now he’d had to wait for that report. He’d send someone out to get him a more ‘casual’ outfit for a commoner’s date. His suit was apparently not going to cut it. It was a little reminiscent of how he’d dressed when he was younger, before he’d gotten his job at his father’s company. The clothes were still designer, a simple shirt and pants. Would this make MC happy?

Sure, his lady was saying she didn’t mind, but he didn’t know enough about dating or treating a woman properly in a relationship. Flirting with them for business had been easy, but MC was far more important. Those women had never meant anything. In truth, it made him feel anxious whenever the other members suggested he wasn’t treating MC like a normal woman. Of course, she wasn’t just a normal woman, to him she was exceptional, but he needed to do a good job of being a fiancé’.

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It was nerve-wracking waiting for him to show up. Jumin had changed the plans completely, apparently. There was no reason for him to do so, but I understood. Our relationship hadn’t started in the most conventional of ways, and he wanted to make sure he did things the right way. All I really wanted to do was spend time with him, but I was happy that he wanted to try so hard for me.

The movie theatre wasn’t crowded for once, which was very confusing. It seemed that a lot of people were being turned away at the door by some big security guards and I couldn’t help but think that perhaps my sweetheart had stepped beyond the bounds of a commoner date and had rented the entire theater. I sighed and shook my head. He just didn’t understand what was really standard.

Finally, I saw him coming into the theater and it was such a surprise. “Jumin?” The smile on his face was so heart melting. I had never seen him in anything other than his pajamas and more professional wear. He looked absolutely fantastic. “MC.” Jumin pulled me close and kissed me so deeply I thought my heart would burst before he broke it. “I hope the movie will be to your liking. I apologize for the last-minute changes, but I hope you will enjoy our time together tonight.” Sometimes he was so incredibly formal, it was adorable. “Of course I will, I’m with you again.” I saw some of that formality melt away. “I missed you so much.”

It was a big change going from the nights we’d spent together at his penthouse and being read to sleep to now being apart again, and I think it was really affecting him. My fiancé’ was a true sweetheart deep down, no one had just ever been fortunate enough to see it. Jumin complained about how sticky and ill kept the theater was, but that only made me giggle all the more at how adorable he was about these things.

The next part of the evening, Jumin promised to take me to a ‘commoner meal’ and that’s how we ended up at whackdonalds. “This isn’t exactly a date spot, darling.” I was a little nervous explaining it to him, but he almost seemed relieved. “I don’t think my nutritionist would have liked for me to eat any of the items on this menu, anyway.” He had actually laughed nervously. My heart was really going to burst. He ended up asking me where I would like to go, and we went to a nice local restaurant. Jumin had trouble finding things on the menu and the meal he ended up eating, of course he complained that it wasn’t made of the same quality ingredients he was used to.

After having been eating the food that he did for several days, I had to say it certainly did warp your perspective on normal food. “My lady.” I looked up as Jumin had spoken up, tilting my head. “Yes, Jumin?” Was he nervous? He was messing with his cuff links like he tended to do. “I know you agreed to marry me, but…would you agree to marrying me in three weeks?” Three weeks? How was that a decent amount of time? I just blinked at him for a little while, but then he started to speak again and my face was filling with blush.

“When I think of you being my wife, I am so happy, and I can’t help but want to keep you with me, not because I am worried about you slipping away. I just want to keep you with me and come home to you at night.” Jumin had clearly thought it through, it wasn’t like when he’d kept me in his home because he was unstable. This wasn’t a result of being afraid, bu twas a result of how much he loved. I had to be honest, I truly wanted to be with him as soon as possible too. I was just worried about one thing. “How are we going to plan a wedding that quickly? There’s so much to do.” Knowing that Jumin would probably have to invite hundreds of business guests alone as well as his family and the RFA, it was going to be a very big event.

Our faces were on magazines everywhere these days, and the only reason the paparazzi weren’t where we were right now was because we’d come here as spur of the moment. There were plenty of restaurant goers who had taken pictures on their phones. Our engagement, my catching the ‘most eligible bachelor’ in Korea, had been a big moment especially with all of the Sarah drama, yes, our wedding would be a bit of a national event. Jumin just seemed to light up that I was actually considering it. “Don’t worry about that. I’ll hire the best wedding planners in the nation.” Of course he would. I couldn’t help the broad smile that broke across my face. “Then, of course I’ll marry you as quickly as possible, Jumin.”

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The night had been an amazing one, and Jumin was reluctant as he dropped me off at my home. There were photographers outside which our bodyguards had to disperse before Jumin would even let me out of the car. He was so protective, and it only made me all the more flushed when he bent his head to give me a kiss. It lasted longer than I had expected, making me almost feel like I was in a romance movie. Jumin tucked my hair behind my ears gently before he sighed. “I must let you sleep now, but I will call you soon my darling.” And by soon he meant as soon as he’d gotten home. Jumin even read me to sleep on the phone that night. I was beyond happy, and so was he.

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Jumin had to be nervous too though as we sat, I could tell by the way he kept fixing his cuff links. Mr. Chairman was the first to break the awkward dining silence after the initial greetings. “Did you have to humiliate me so publicly?” The way Jumin’s dark grey eyes flickered towards me before he cleared his throat, his posture so perfect I almost felt like it was breaking my own back, I knew he didn’t feel guilty about what he’d done, but he did want his father’s approval, more than anything.

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The party had been a smashing hit. Jaehee was already certain that it had brought in the highest donation numbers in RFA history by at least twice that of the last party, and she had barely been through the first portion of the ballots from the auction. On the one hand, I was beyond excited that the party had gone so well, and on the other, I was so focused on playing with my engagement ring and looking up in awe at my now fiancé’ to really be as effective of a host as I probably should have been. The rest of the night I was flustered and had difficulty answering some of the questions guests had for me every time Jumin slipped his arm around my shoulders and pressed a kiss to the top of my head.

Somehow, it had all managed. Glam Choi and Sarah were officially going to be sued by the company, Jumin was free to marry me (even having proposed), and we could hold the party despite everything that almost tore it apart. V and Seven stepped out to have a talk, which was good, because Seven was really hurting and we didn’t understand what about. As much as I wanted to wait to hear from him after their talk, Jumin was taking me to his dinner with his father.

Mr. Chairman stood as we entered the dining room. I was beyond awed. From what Jumin had told me on the way over, this was his childhood home. Everything about it was…huge. The architecture almost made me think of being in a museum with marble everywhere. Right now, though, I was supposed to be paying attention as I was formally introduced to my father-in-law to be. Jumin bent to murmur softly in my ear, his deep tones sending a small shiver down my spine even though it was a perfectly innocent comment. “Relax, my lady.”

Jumin had to be nervous too though as we sat, I could tell by the way he kept fixing his cuff links. Mr. Chairman was the first to break the awkward dining silence after the initial greetings. “Did you have to humiliate me so publicly?” The way Jumin’s dark grey eyes flickered towards me before he cleared his throat, his posture so perfect I almost felt like it was breaking my own back, I knew he didn’t feel guilty about what he’d done, but he did want his father’s approval, more than anything. “The way Glam Choi had gotten control over you, I knew it was the only way for you to see reason, and the only way that you would accept my fiancée’.”

I tried not to bunch the skirt of my designer dress as Mr. Chairman looked over at me. It was obvious how much finding out the truth had hurt. Jumin had told me he was always sad after one of his break-ups, but Mr. Chairman almost looked broken. “And what makes her so different? I can see she’s wearing a gown that you provided to her. There is no way that with the way she’s struggling to hold her silverware properly she was born into the higher classes.” That remark really stung, but I didn’t falter, letting Jumin do the talking for me. Family was incredibly important to him, and mending this bridge with his father was something he needed to do.

“There is nothing that I have given her that she has asked for other than my love.” Jumin’s eyes fell on me again, causing my face to heat up slowly as he spoke. “MC has given me far more in her understanding and presence than I could ever give her in monetary goods, although she continues to attempt to refuse my gifts.” Mr. Chairman pushed back from his chair and stood again, looking between the two of us for a few moments. “I suppose that I have been an ignorant fool for a very long time, that my son was so good at choosing a woman and I was so good at choosing all of the wrong ones.”

His voice almost faltered, but he could carry on. “Jumin, my son, I am truly sorry for all of the pressure I put you under simply to please Glam. I turned you into an item to be married off as a business proposal and treated my company as though it was a toy rather than a collection of people whose lives depend on our company succeeding.” It almost felt wrong for me to be in the room as Jumin’s father nearly broke down. Jumin went to his father, and I was surprised to see them hug, but, he had always been close to his father and now that he was better at sharing his own emotions, it wasn’t unbelievable that their bond would only grow stronger.

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The limo was spacious; Driver Kim silent behind the separation glass as I sat next to the man I loved. His tones were soft and deep as he read to me from the book he’d been reading me to sleep with for the past several days before he closed it as the limo came to a stop in front of what had been my apartment before I was trapped in Rika’s. “I wish that you could stay with me in my penthouse, but…the others are right. You deserve to go on dates and build our relationship the traditional way.”

Jumin had that way of making even what might sound robotic to some completely melt my heart. “You don’t need to worry. Once we’re married, you can come home to me every day, and until then, I’m still in your heart.” Lightly, I placed my hand on his chest only to have him take it away and brush his lips over the pads of my fingers. My heart jumped in my chest as he slowly opened those dark eyes, looking deep into my own. “I want to have you completely…but I know that I need to wait a little longer still. I love you, MC. I want to see you every single day. This is going to be very hard for me.”

The almost dejected look I could see on his face now made my heart clench. “I’ll miss you too.” Dinners and waking up in the mornings next to him had been a dream, even though I had been somewhat trapped because of how much he needed me at the time, I still wouldn’t have traded those moments for the world. Being apart after spending every minute of free time we had together was going to be difficult, but at least now we could start our relationship as an engaged couple the way they were supposed to happen. “Take me on a date soon.”

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