Mystic Messenger Fanfiction | JuminxMC Good Ending Continued | The Lie

It seemed that everything we’d thought for the past few years had all been a lie.

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“Don’t you trust me, Jumin? I need your help!” The sound of a woman’s voice greeted me as I entered the penthouse. We hadn’t been expecting any visitors, so confusion was the natural reaction as I handed our daughter to the nanny. “Go ahead and go back outside.” We’d just returned for a walk, but judging by the frantic tone whatever woman this was had used, I didn’t want my daughter anywhere near this conversation.

Typically I would stay out of my husband’s affairs, particularly if they had anything to do with business, and he had become very talented at not bringing his work home with him. Still, I couldn’t resist my curiosity, treading as lightly as I could with my heavy belly towards the bedroom. He never brought women casually into our house and certainly not into our bedroom. My stomach felt like it was at my feet, and nausea completely unrelated to my pregnancy hit me hard as I put my ear to our bedroom door.

Jumin’s deep tones were harder to hear than the woman’s more shrill and panicked sound. He was far more calm, like he always was in high-stress situations. “Of course I trust you, Rika, but I still need the details presented to me. You’re not making much sense. Please, sit down.” Had he just said…Rika? Wasn’t she supposed to be dead? What were the details anyway and how was a woman who was supposed to be long dead by almost four years in our bedroom?

My head was spinning even before the woman, Rika, started talking again. “You don’t understand! You’re all in danger! V has been plotting this from the beginning. He’s going to attack at the party, and you need to be ready. I’ll have to know everything. I need you to give me all the information you can.” She talked so fast that it was hard to keep up. It was hard to believe that someone as supposedly panicked as this woman seemed to be had such a strong grasp on what was happening and already had a plan against it. I furrowed my brows, our child starting to kick at me, making me give a startled sound as I had been so focused only to hear the Rika woman hiss, “What was that?” followed shortly thereafter by the door opening so fast that I barely had the chance to catch myself on the door frame.

There she was, though, Rika, in the flesh, looking horribly angry before her eyes seemed to glaze over and a sickeningly sweet smile appeared on her face. “I guess my plans have been ruined after all. Ray!” Who was Ray? What on Earth was even happening? I looked over to Jumin whose own eyebrows were furrowed. “Rika, if the plan was to share information, you would need MC’s help any-” His words cut off as someone grabbed my arms from behind me and a chilly voice was in my ear. “You found the phone’s owner, congratulations.”

That voice had sent such a cool sensation down my spine, but I could still manage to figure out what was going on. The phone’s owner…that was how I’d come to be a part of the RFA in the first place, and that meant this was the mysterious stranger, Unknown. “Jumin!” My voice cracked horribly as fear overtook me, emotions unchecked even more than they would normally have been thanks to my pregnancy. Jumin’s face was cold and hard. “Rika. Release my wife at once.”

A laugh started to bubble from the blonde woman, her green eyes not changing from that glazed over appearance they had developed earlier. “I can’t do that now, Jumin. The plan was to take you all to Mint Eye at once, but it seems we won’t be able to do that. We’ll just have to go get the others individually.” Her tone had picked up into something sing-songy. Where were Jumin’s bodyguards? Just as I thought about it, the chilly voice answered. If I could have shifted to get a look at the man holding me, I would have, but I simply didn’t have the ability. “I hacked their security to make sure that only an image of you leaving the penthouse and then leaving it empty except for the cat and her kittens was left up. We’ll be able to take them to paradise without anyone interfering.”

None of this seemed real, it was all so much like some crazy nightmare or a horror movie come to life, but here we were and no one was coming to save us. So we thought before the sound of our elevator pinged. “Jumin, MC!” Seven’s voice. What was…how did he know to come? I could hear his steps falter and the man holding me angrily released me, Jumin sweeping in to grab me in his arms and I was once again saved from falling. His arms around me was reassuring, even in the mess of the current situation.

“You!” The man who had been holding me had this white hair with pink tips, dressed in black leather mostly, a crude tattoo visible where the sleeve dipped on the arm nearest to me. He was flying into a rage, charging at Seven before our bodyguards burst through the elevator too. I simply couldn’t handle any of this, burying my face in my husband’s shoulder until it was all over.

Rika wouldn’t talk, the Ray person who Seven kept calling Saeran wouldn’t talk either, but Seven was able to find what he believed to be their base, that same place V had told him not to look into. It was clear that Rika’s story about V coming to attack as at the party wasn’t true, but why would he have told us to stay away from there in the first place? Yoosung was up in arms, begging to see Rika, and Seven gave in only for a few moments before Yoosung started to have his own panic attack. “Why is she like this? What did you do to her?” Jumin sent me to a hotel with a bodyguard to rest while he dealt with everything, not wanting me to stress any more than necessary, but we were going to have to find V and figure out what had really happened before long.

Jumin would take care of everything, he always did, and I had faith in him. With the resources he had, we would be able to find out the truth of everything in no time and maybe even find V after his nearly two years of having been missing. Hopefully, we could get all of this done before the next RFA party. Jaehee was already organizing a number of files and documents by the time I’d left for the hotel, with Zen helping her, his quick reading ability making it that much easier. It seemed that everything we’d thought for the past few years had all been a lie.

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Mystic Messenger Fanfiction | JuminxMC Good Ending Continued | So Wrong

Quietly, I entered the room, stepping up behind my husband with a pit in my stomach as he simply sat there staring at our child’s bed. He was so lost in his own thoughts that he hadn’t even been on the messenger for well over a week, everyone asking how things were going only for me to say I wasn’t sure. Tears welled up in my chest. Our daughter was a week and a half old, and her father was falling apart emotionally, keeping it all inside to the point that he would probably break.

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Everything had gone so well, so it almost felt wrong to have something go…so wrong. With the best doctors and nursing staff available, it was hard for anything to go wrong really. Or so we thought. There are some things in life that you simply couldn’t plan for. No matter how trained your bodyguards were, no matter how professional, no matter how hand-picked, sometimes things go wrong.

Our daughter was a perfect little angel, snuggled into blankets and wrapped tight. I was exhausted, obviously, and our new nanny was already with us, the one pushing my wheelchair as we made our way out to the parking garage, my husband’s hand on my shoulder from time to time to give me a reassuring touch. He had this look on his face like he’d seen the most beautiful sight, and maybe that’s what our daughter was to him. Kyung Han. She was the spitting image of her father, a little princess to be. Her eyes were already that gray color like his and her hair was pitch-black.

People were going crazy online; the news having slipped that our daughter had been born. That meant reporters were going crazy too, trying to get the first picture and the first interview. I felt uncomfortable with the fact that our child would grow up so heavily in the spotlight thanks to our status as one of Korea’s hottest couples, but marrying one of Korea’s most eligible bachelors came with a price, especially with such a public engagement as ours had been and his high-profile profession. She would be cared for and happy, and she was healthy, so what if she grew up in the spotlight if she got the love that she needed at home?

Jumin had learned a lot about time management when at home, separating himself from work, I had no doubt that things would be alright. We neared the car now, Driver Kim waiting expectantly, and Jumin helped me out of the hospital required wheelchair to help me into the vehicle with our daughter. The bodyguards had broken rank, as was their custom once we were going to enter the vehicle, only to have someone dart in between them, a small mousy man with a large camera and the biggest flash machine I’d ever seen.

It went off with a loud pop, blinding me for a moment, but that moment was pure terror. I knew in my mind it was just a man trying to sneak a photo, but now my infant daughter was shrieking and Jumin was sending the bodyguards after him. Kyung was nearly impossible to settle down on the ride home, her father constantly fussing over her, using his soft low tones to appease her. The problem was, she wouldn’t look at us. In fact. She wouldn’t look at anything.

The rage my husband had displayed when we found out the news that our daughter had gone blind thanks to a non-industry approved flash was indescribable. That oh so well-built composure, crumbled before the anger of a father whose daughter had been irreparably damaged. It wasn’t that anything was wrong with Kyung, other than that she *could* see and now *couldn’t*, but that was enough to incense my husband. He’d found the location of that reporter and shoved the man against a wall, not that I’d been there to witness it.

Never in my life had I seen him act anything close to this way. I’d been called by Driver Kim and Jaehee had immediately gone into action to try to repair the damage, particularly to the company name. Fortunately, when the paper had threatened to sue, the weight of Jumin’s counterclaim made them back away and sign a nondisclosure agreement. Any information that *did* get out seemed to be in our favor, but here my husband was at home, taking a few weeks off work.

It wasn’t unlike him to take off work these days, simply because he enjoyed being home for important appointments and so on, but right now I knew it was because of the immense pain. I walked out of the bedroom, pulling my silk robe tight around me as I made my way down the hall to our little girl’s room knowing that’s where he’d be. The nanny had laid her down for a nap after I’d fed her, but Jumin had a habit of listlessly following our daughter everywhere, this look on his face that was simply…devoid of feeling.

I knew he still had to love her. The fact that she had lost her eyesight wasn’t something that would make him stop loving our so anxiously awaited child, but it still worried me that empty expression that he had. It was just like when he’d used to shut away his emotions before, and I worried he was reverting to that.

Quietly, I entered the room, stepping up behind my husband with a pit in my stomach as he simply sat there staring at our child’s bed. He was so lost in his own thoughts that he hadn’t even been on the messenger for well over a week, everyone asking how things were going only for me to say I wasn’t sure. Tears welled up in my chest. Our daughter was a week and a half old, and her father was falling apart emotionally, keeping it all inside to the point that he would probably break.

Time to do something about it, or I would lose him forever. I placed my hand on his shoulder to no reaction before giving it a squeeze. “Jumin, honey bunny?” He turned his head just a little toward me, moving to place a hand over mine. “Are you in need of something, MC? If so, please ask the nanny and she’ll get it for you. That’s what I pay her for.” Such a business-like tone even though he was clinging to my hand like a lost child. There were some things he just couldn’t hide, at least not from me.

I sighed softly and joined him in sitting on the floor, leaning against his shoulder and looking towards our daughter’s crib. “Do you have something you want to tell our daughter? Why else would you be sitting in here?” That was the best guess I had, and seemingly I was right, because his head dipped just a little to look towards the floor. “Jumin…you need to let it out. There’s no more shutting yourself away because that’s what we expect of you.” The heavy breath that he took at least told me he was thinking about it, but I still felt so utterly sick to see him like this.

“Would you like me to leave so you can tell her what’s on your mind?” Instantly, I received my answer. “No. Stay.” I just nodded, wrapping my arms around him as we sat there in silence for a little longer. When he finally did speak, it was nothing like I had expected. “I’m sorry I let you get hurt. If I weren’t the man that I am, it wouldn’t have happened in the first place.”

 

So that was what had him so upset. “I spoke to V when I found out he was losing his sight, and I remember that he told me ‘You don’t realize how much you use your eyes until you start not being able to.’ But that just reminds me that you were only able to for such a short time. You’ll never remember what the color of your mother’s hair is, or learn the names of the colors and know what they are. Those aren’t so horrible of things, but you were *supposed* to be able to. I failed you as a father and you’re barely two weeks old.”

Now it was my turn to speak as Jumin went silent again, the tension in the room feeling a lot freer than it had been, but still thick like fog. “It’s not your fault. You couldn’t have helped that man doing what he did, and you know that.” Of course he did. He was normally the most rational being on the planet even if his emotions were obscuring that rationality. “Kyung won’t remember colors, but she will know your voice, and the touch of your skin, the smell of your freshly laundered suits, the way that your tone changes the second you walk in the door after work. She’ll learn to walk, talk, read, and write just in completely different ways, and she’ll be loved above all the little girls in all of Korea because she is a Han princess.”

Jumin had turned to look at me now, a look of stunned surprise at how much I was saying to him when we’d barely talked since what happened, but I was letting everything out too, all the pent-up worry that had needed to escape. “Love will make her happy, not sight. Family means everything to you, and she will have it, maybe even brothers and sisters who will play with her, and Elizabeth’s kittens are due any day now. You know she’ll be happy. So please…forgive yourself for what happened.” He was still quiet, but nodded, pulling me into his arms. We sat there for a while before he mumbled to me in those soft deep tones. “She’ll need a lot of siblings to keep her from being lonely.” At least he was on his way back to being himself, and things hadn’t gone as wrong as I’d perhaps thought.

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Mystic Messenger Fanfiction | JuminxMC Good Ending Continued | Feline Jealousy

lizabeth the 3rd mewled at the door, before starting to scratch at it like she was hoping for her own escape. My husband was on his way to the door already, now bending to pet our cat, but she shimmied away from him, back to begging at the door. “What is wrong Elizabeth?” It seemed like lately she had been get antsy.

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“Don’t stress yourself today, sweet darlings.” Jumin pressed a kiss to my forehead before dropping to kiss my now heavy belly. We already knew we were having a baby girl, and Jumin was incredibly helpful in everything. It could be somewhat stifling because I wanted to go out sometimes but wasn’t allowed to without several extra bodyguards in tight fashion to ‘help with balance’, but I was so happy to see he was more than excited for our little one to arrive. There wasn’t much longer to go before she would arrive.

Elizabeth the 3rd mewled at the door, before starting to scratch at it like she was hoping for her own escape. My husband was on his way to the door already, now bending to pet our cat, but she shimmied away from him, back to begging at the door. “What is wrong Elizabeth?” It seemed like lately she had been get antsy. Ever since the pregnancy she had been very cuddly with my belly, patting and playing with it lightly when she wasn’t nuzzling it, but for the past few days she had been…odd.

My husband frowned and stood to adjust his suit. “I believe she wants to go out. Perhaps she is in heat.” His eyes traveled over me, resting for a moment on my stomach and then on my face. “Jealous maybe.” Sometimes he was far too insightful about his cat, but I had to remember that he had gotten all sorts of reports made on her behavior over the years by poor cat-hating Jaehee. “That might be it, honey bunny. I’ll just have to keep her inside.” He nodded and picked her up, placing her in my arms before he was out of the door.

As soon as he exited the door, Elizabeth began to attempt to wriggle free from my arms. I could only hold her so tightly before worrying about hurting her somehow, so I was already feeling just a little horrified that the door was still open, my husband having only just left, and then Elizaebeth was on the ground, landing on her feet and dashing out of the door.

Oh no. Not this again. Please not this again. The last time Elizabeth had gotten out of the penthouse had been a horrifying event, and I was no less worried now than I had been back then. I padded after her, my bare feet making virtually no sound against the soft carpet before I was out in the hallway, one hand under my belly and my astonished husband looking out of the swiftly closing elevator door just as Elizabeth slipped in with him.

I’d already failed my husband, but on the bright side, at least Elizabeth hadn’t actually escaped the penthouse? Suddenly something seemed to tighten in my belly and I pressed my hand against the wall with a soft gasp. It didn’t quite hurt, more like a little twinge, but as soon as the elevator doors dinged again, I heard the worry in my husband’s voice as he came running towards me, Elizabeth now secure in his own arms rather than mine. “MC, sweetheart, is it the baby?”

Jumin actually handed Elizabeth the 3rd over to a nearby bodyguard, the one stationed like a sentry at our door and then firm hands took either side of my face as Jumin looked up at me from where he was kneeling on the ground, his dark gray eyes searching mine. My voice wavered as I responded. “I…I don’t know…It doesn’t hurt.” The feeling had already subsided and I was able to slowly straighten up, feeling around my stomach lightly as little kicks picked up.

My husband followed my example and did his own little examination of running his hands over and around, a soft smile touching his lips as the baby’s kicks followed his gentle hands. Still, he was certainly worried. “I’ll have the doctor come see you. We can wait together.” I shook my head fervently only to have him stop the motion. “Enough. I won’t have my wife and child at risk of anything, you know that.” When Jumin put his foot down, he really put his foot down.

I knew he needed to go to work, and yet I was grateful for his presence as the doctor came to give me a check-up. It was somewhat strange to me how easily my husband could get a specialist to show up, but considering the donations his family made to the nearby hospital, the ‘best in Seoul’ it really wasn’t such a crazy thing. The doctor explained that all that had happened was a simple practice contraction and nothing to worry about, although I should refrain from running to chase after the cat. Elizabeth the 3rd innocently mewled in response from the corner but as soon as the doctor left the room she was right back to scratching at the door and begging to go outside.

“What are we going to do about her? I can’t chase her or watch her…You’re the only one who can really control her. Jaehee can watch her, but she hates it and needs to work too.” Jumin was silent, adjusting his cuff links as I talked, clearly lost in his own potential solutions. “A cat babysitter would be too much…She’s just a cat with instincts…” His voice was always so soft when he mused aloud, and I rather enjoyed just listening to him think, although my eyes found the clock high on the wall. He was already so late to work. What a mess.

I blinked as his response finally came. “A mate. We’ll find her a mate.” Wait…was he actually considering breeding Elizabeth the 3rd? The Jumin I knew from when we first met would always have said that no male cat would ever be perfect enough for his precious cat, but that had been when he’d placed her on a pedestal nearing humanity. Honestly, it really was the best solution. Elizabeth was wanting kittens, and a mate would provide that, even if breeding was his sole purpose. “Are you really sure? Can we take care of kittens while we’re awaiting our own child?”

Jumin looked at me with amusement on his face before he bent to press a soft kiss to my forehead. “Not to worry, darling. That’s what a nanny is for.” Was I really comfortable with the idea of a nanny, though? He’d explained many times that she would simply help out with the day to day needs and allow me to rest when I needed to, so I was starting to become more comfortable with the untraditional ways of child-rearing that he was more used to, but I still worried. Now wasn’t really the time to argue, though, with him already being late to work. I simply nodded and wished him farewell, sending him off to his workplace.

So, soon we would have kittens and a child in our lives. Clearly we weren’t meant to have any life that was close to boring or possibly even normal. There were already people calling to reserve a ‘first interview with the new parents’ for after our little one was born, thanks to our celebrity couple statues. I simply sighed and snuggled back into the pillows of our enormous bed, sinking back perfectly into the down. Once my husband was home, we could discuss the nanny and Elizabeth in more detail without worrying about him being late.

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Mystic Messenger Fanfiction | JuminxMC Good Ending Continued | Overemotional

Did he not believe me, or was he just unhappy that I was ill? It wasn’t like I was lying, and it was perfectly reasonable to think that my worry and exhaustion could have been the problem, and why was I getting so worked up because now there were tears.

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The doctor had come and gone, taking Mr. Chairman with him, and Jumin had insisted on our returning to the penthouse together. His father was apparently on the brink of dementia which coupled with his current emotional state had caused some sort of mental breakdown. Elizabeth 3rd had turned out to be just fine, now sitting in her special cat carrier in the passenger seat next to Driver Kim because she liked to watch him drive. I held my husband’s hand in my lap as we sat in silence in the back of his vehicle, Driver Kim’s partition solidly closed to give us privacy even though we weren’t speaking. Gently I brushed my fingers over the back of his large and tender hands.

Tears welled up and spilled over, falling onto his hand when I had intended to be strong for him because of everything that had happened. It was my own fault that I’d lost hope he would return to me, but he’d dealt with far, far worse, I was sure of it. Not just his father, but probably the entire three days that he’d been missing. My voice broke even as I was nearly whispering. “I thought you were dead…I’m so sorry…”

Jumin’s hand pulled away from mine, and for a moment, I thought I’d made him angry, but then he moved, pulling me into his chest. “I thought I would never see you again, MC…” His own voice broke and it was like my heart had stopped and was trying to frantically restart. “The attack started and my bodyguards stole me away through a set of tunnels, but we managed to get lost more than once. We made it to a helicopter waiting for us, but were chased in the air and had to make an emergency stop to fix a number of mechanical issues. I couldn’t call you…I couldn’t turn on my phone for the fear that somehow it would alert whoever may be chasing us. You were on my mind every moment, and the thought of not seeing you again was the most painful I’ve ever had.”

His arms tightened around me all the more, hands almost obsessively brushing through my hair, much like he pet Elizabeth 3rd when he was stressed and needing comfort. A simple nervous habit, but one that made me cling to him even more tightly. His voice sounded so…distant now, even though he was still right there with me. “I didn’t know what was happening with my father…or I never would have left you in danger like that. My apologies, MC.”

So formal…his defense mechanisms kicking in. I shook my head but didn’t pull away from his chest, simply mumbling into him. “It wasn’t your fault…No one knew. Just…Tell me you’re safe now…That everything will be okay now.” His breathing had stilled for a moment, but now he pulled away, taking my chin in his hand and forcing me to look him in the eyes, the sincerity shining there an impossible and beautiful thing. “Everything will be okay…now that I’m here with you.”

I didn’t know whether he was trying to say it to himself or to me really at this point, but I was simply happy to have him back. His hand was so warm, so very real, and it was no dream that he was back with me. Now I leaned up to press a soft kiss to his lips, something so tentative and shaky but which was returned by his own kiss, a strong and demanding one.

His hand slipped into my hair and now I was making my own demands and before I even realized what was happening, he was laying over me in the backseat pulling his tie away and tossing it to the floor of the vehicle before pressing his forehead against mine, our shaky breaths intermingling before he spoke. “I can’t be without you MC…in this life or the next.” I simply ran my fingers through his hair, letting the silence stretch between us for a time before I was able to even think about what to say in return, my vows slipping from my lips almost compulsively but instead of ‘until death do us part’ the words ‘for all time’ ended them.

Jumin had pulled back to watch me, his darkened eyes widening ever so slightly as I finished before he bent to kiss my lips, mumbling against them.

“I, Jumin Han, take you MC…to be my lawfully wedded wife.” Now he moved once more, brushing feather light kisses down my jaw to my neck, his breath hot against my neck before he continued. “To have and to hold from this day forward…”

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I nearly stumbled as a wave of nausea hit me once we were exiting the elevator on our penthouse floor, I grabbed at my husband whose brows furrowed before he swept me up in his arms, taking me to the bedroom in all haste before his hand immediately went to my forehead. “You’re warm.” That was all he said, a mixture of worry and possibly even distaste in his voice. I simply waved his hand away. “I’m just tired…While you were gone I worried myself sick that’s all. Now that you’re home, I’ll be fine.”

My little admission didn’t seem to please him. “How long have you felt sick?” I bit my lip and thought back. “Well…after you left was when it really started, but it was just in the evenings. I just missed you was all.” He frowned. Did he not believe me, or was he just unhappy that I was ill? It wasn’t like I was lying, and it was perfectly reasonable to think that my worry and exhaustion could have been the problem, and why was I getting so worked up because now there were tears.

He was calm and collected as always, analyzing me with that stern look on his face that meant business. “You’re getting emotional.” His hand was right back on my forehead. “Just warm…but not a fever…Do you feel this emotional when you’re not exhausted?” Again, I waved his hand away. “You just got back, really…I’m fi-“ And a sob bubbled up shortly followed by another. Didn’t he trust me? He’d just gotten home and he was interrogating me, and so much had happened in the past few hours with his arrival and his father and the ride home and just everything and it was all too much and now he was holding me curled up in his lap, his hand gently brushing through my hair as he pressed kisses to the top of my head.

Of course he trusted me. Was I insane? No…just emotional…Stupidly overemotional. The sobs slowed and then were gone replaced by frustration with myself which passed not long after back into sadness until I was worn out. All the time, my husband remained silent, holding me close until it was over and I was quietly nuzzling into him. “I’m sorry…” What kind of an idiot was I being?

“You’re pregnant.” He stated it so matter of factly, and I pushed away in shock, only to have him pull me right back into his lap to save me from falling to the floor. “You…no, no. I’m just exhausted and have been worried about you. You’re not a doctor, how would you even know?” Now that I thought about it…it did make sense…but wasn’t morning sickness supposed to happen in the mornings and not in the evenings? Surely he was just mistaken and everything could be explained away. It wasn’t like I didn’t want to be pregnant, but…Oh, God, maybe I was pregnant?

Jumin seemed amused at my shocked reaction, gently placing me back against the pillows. “There are tests in the master bath, if you wish to take one.” Well, of course I did! If only to prove that I was right. Jumin had a bit of a need to be right, because he tended to always be right, but…Oh…he was right. I stared at the little indicator box and the two lines there. Pregnant. I was pregnant.

He was smiling a little too broadly when I returned to the bedroom…somewhat smugly…for my taste, but he was too gentlemanly to say ‘I told you so.’ Sheepishly I waved the test before tossing it into the trash and then going to join him on the bed. “I’m pregnant…We’re having a baby…” Jumin pulled me into his side and rested his cheek against the top of my head. “I’m glad…We’ll take you to the doctor’s tomorrow.” Was he a little too formal about it, or was I coming up with horror stories in my own head? His own father had just tried to have him killed via guerilla warfare and maybe that was making him uncomfortable with-

“Relax, MC…” My thoughts were broken as Jumin pulled away and then stood to undress for bed. “I’m overjoyed…I’m just too tired to celebrate, and obviously we can’t share a glass of wine, so let’s sleep for now instead.”  He’d managed to anticipate my worries, that business side of him always thinking two steps ahead. Sleep sounded like heaven, though, and it wasn’t long before we were wrapped up under the covers together…and in the morning, we’d still be wrapped up together, just like we were meant to be.

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Mystic Messenger Fanfiction | JuminxMC Good Ending Continued | Shattered

No other time in my life had I felt more like a piece of me was missing. When we’d gotten married, we’d become one being, an entity, never one without the other even if we were in separate countries, but right now I felt like half of me was gone. I was very much without hope.

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The other members kept calling me, and it felt rude to ignore them, so I would pick up, but I was very numb. How long had it been since a guerrilla war had broken out in that country…The one that shared the time-zone Jumin had been sent to…The one that it had been revealed to me once the news of the war came that it was indeed where Jumin had been sent. Everyone was in a frenzy.

His phone was off. Seven couldn’t find him. Yoosung was constantly spamming his crying emoji when Seven would come up with horror theories, which as much as I knew he was messing around as a joke, I believed every single theory. When he wasn’t being messed with by Seven, Yoosung was beyond helpful with support and offers to talk. Jaehee was constantly offering to come by, even offering to take care of Elizabeth 3rd despite how much she hated ‘c-hair’, but I wanted to do it myself. She was my cat and one of Jumin’s most prized parts of his life. Zen was every bit as helpful than the others, perhaps even more so.

It had been three days and no word, but Zen had called me every day, had checked up on me every meal time, despite knowing that Jumin’s father was ensuring that I was eating my meals. I was actually overeating, a complete mess of hunger which would be shortly followed by nausea and a desire to get rid of everything again. Most of the time I spent either moping or sobbing into my pillow while Elizabeth 3rd attempted to comfort me, curling up to my side. Where was my husband?

No other time in my life had I felt more like a piece of me was missing. When we’d gotten married, we’d become one being, an entity, never one without the other even if we were in separate countries, but right now I felt like half of me was gone. I was very much without hope. That was how my father-in-law found me the evening of the third night. He’d simply entered after knocking.

“This is the third day you haven’t left your room.” A simply stated direct fact, much like his son would have done, which just made my heart ache all the more, but I pushed away from my pillow, sitting up and swiping at my tears. I was no fool, and I refused to be weak in the presence of others, family or otherwise. “I simply wish to be left…alone.” Completely alone. My phone started to go somewhat crazy, several vibrations one after the other, but I couldn’t bring myself to pick it up, feeling like I had to keep my eyes on the man in front of me.

The expression on my father-in-law’s face seemed to contort somewhat, a strange look of anger and sadness. “He was my son, but don’t you see I did this for us?” I blinked and then he made a few steps forward, causing me to flinch away and push myself further away towards the center of the bed. Elizabeth 3rd sensed my tension and moved around to sit between Mr. Chairman and I, just a simple stare in his direction. There was a chill down my spine, that pit in my stomach that had taken up residence seeming to grow even wider and deeper. “What on Earth do you mean?”

He had given a glare to the cat, but now looked back into my eyes, his kindly old smile twisting into something that to me appeared sinister even though his expression hadn’t changed at all. “The way you always smile and wave at me, I knew the truth. You’ve been in love with me from the beginning, haven’t you, MC? But you were in love with my son too, and that meant I couldn’t have that unconditional love to myself, could I?” It was taking a little longer to click that it should have, even though since coming to my father-in-law’s home I’d felt uneasy with the way he’d been acting with me, had even thought things were somehow off, but this was insanity.

Jumin’s father had intentionally sent him to an unstable country in the hopes that he would somehow be hurt or killed? In order to have what? Me? Didn’t he love his son more than anything? Their relationship had had a rocky moment during the situation with Sarah Choi, but this was…a whole other level of insanity. The Chairman hadn’t dated any woman since then, his depression over someone he’d thought really loved him not having loved him at all keeping him from doing so, but…had that broken him? Caused something to go haywire?

“I…You’re my father-in-law…Jumin is the only man I love…How could you?” What had at first been shock was turning into fear, sadness, outrage. My emotions were flipping through so wildly that I didn’t know which one to grab onto and use for my own defense, but I seemed to have now shocked and outraged Jumin’s father because he launched himself at me. I twisted out of the way, my stomach protesting with a pain I wasn’t prepared for, but managing to get away. “Leave me alone!”

“Why should I? You’re mine now. All mine, Glam. I know it’s you! You’re back because you love me.” He really had gone insane. His eyes were this strange hue, and did he really think I was glam? Had the Chairman gotten too old or had his life simply broken him? I didn’t know, but I had to get away. Elizabeth 3rd had jumped away too, and now launched herself at the Chairman’s face. I tried to grab her but he shoved her away, throwing her off the bed, thankfully with her landing on her feet, somewhat roughly and her fur disheveled, but she was fine. “That damned cat!”

Now it was my turn to make a move and I chose flight, jumping out of the bed and trying to get to my door, crying out for the maids for help, only to have my arm grabbed in what was far too tight a grip and then the door swung open, and I couldn’t help the relief that washed over me as I knew someone was coming to my aid, looking back at the hand on my arm and trying to claw it away before the grip simply dropped and the voice I heard chilled me to my bones. “Father. Step away from my wife.”

Immediately my eyes flicked to the doorway and I cried out. All of that crying, all of the sadness, and here he was, perfect as always, his clothes somewhat disheveled and deep bags under his eyes didn’t mar his beauty or strength of presence at all. Jumin’s eyes flicked to mine, and without changing expressions, he held his hand out to me, which I took eagerly and slipped right into his side, burying my face there and starting to weep. That only made him tighten the arm he’d put around me.

“Your wife…” Why did his father sound so confused? “Glam…that’s my Glam.” Jumin’s heart must have been breaking, and I pulled away to look up at his face. Completely cold, completely unchanging. His heart must be shattering, and this time when my heart shattered it shattered for my husband not because I was afraid he was gone, but because I hurt for him. What his father had done, whatever insanity it was that was touching his mind…This was changing everything for my husband. He’d once admired his father above all things, and probably was still doing so, a war in his mind of how he could admire someone who’d tried to kill him and take his wife for his own because he’d somehow confused her with his own former lover, Glam Choi.

How had that even happened? I peered over at my father-in-law to see him now shrinking to the ground. “But…You stole Glam…no…You made her leave me…No…” I wrapped my arms around my husband now, moving to stroke his back softly, knowing he was needing comfort even more than I was at the moment. “Glam Choi didn’t love you, and this is my wife, MC. She is not Glam Choi. No one stole Glam Choi from you, but she did try to steal from you.” His voice was so calm as he explained everything, and he pulled a phone from his pocket. “I’m going to call your private physician now…I think that will be best.” Mr. Chairman seemed to mutely nod. Where had the insanity disappeared to? It was all beyond confusing. We had all been shattered, over and over again.

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Mystic Messenger Fanfiction | Vanderwood Backstory | The Perfect Woman

He still called her the next day. She was the most perfect woman he would ever have in his life. In fact, she would be the only woman he would ever have actually in his life. Just one to two hours at a time, most often once a week or whenever things got to be too much. That was just the woman he needed.

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He was finding it so hard to focus. His tie was annoying enough, but the suit was hot and uncomfortable. Why did he have to wear a suit? Oh, right, for the mission he was supposed to be paying attention to. Tonight, he would be framing someone for the murder of a seedy public official. They had dealings in sex trafficking, each of them. There was a small syringe of the chemical that the other man, the one being framed, was developing in his labs. So far, as far as anyone else knew, that lab was the only one to have this particular lethal chemical, and it was meant to be used for disposing of chemical waste, but Vanderwood was about to change that.

Vanderwood pulled on the collar of his suit once more. It felt like he was going to die. He much preferred his shirts and jacket. At least they were comfortable and easier to move around in. Although sometimes the jacket did get a little in the way just because he preferred to wear it over his shoulders rather than on, so that people could see the leopard print. Say what you would about him, but he happened to think it looked rather good. It was certainly the most expensive thing he’d ever owned besides his imported mattress and his agency issued taser. He felt oddly…comforted by the print. Seven had asked him once why he wore it, but that was all he could come up with. Trying to think about it made him upset.

The target was walking past now. A tall, slick-haired man with a beautiful woman on his arm. Vanderwood found her far more interesting, probably because he was already irritated. Honestly, Vanderwood would be surprised if the woman wasn’t an escort. Her dress was body hugging, silver like her nail polish and jewelry. The only thing that wasn’t silver was her hair which was a light purple, although it did have a hint of gray tone to it. Maybe she dyed it? No, it looked natural.

She was unique, but she had assets, and that was all Vanderwood ever cared about with women really, besides making sure that they didn’t touch him. Watching her with the target, she was definitely an escort. No one else would notice the way she was touching him just this way, making sure to keep her attention focused solely on her client. Yeah, escort. His eyebrow twitched as he once more discreetly tugged at his collar. Damn he wanted to hit that, she looked like a good fuck…, just to get some relaxation out of tonight.

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He’d been watching them all night, waiting for his opening, and now, here it was. Vanderwood followed the target and his escort from the ballroom of the hotel and up the elevator, taking the adjacent one. It wouldn’t be long now. Quietly, he stood at the door, listening for when the man would finish, and he snorted when it only lasted five minutes. At least she was getting paid, Jesus. He was probably going to have to pay her off handsomely. If he knew escorts, he knew they just needed money, at least the good ones.

Vanderwood carefully inserted the hotel key that Seven had created, pressing the button on his phone that alerted Seven to the fact that he was commencing with the hit. The redhead would keep his location and send in a call for reinforcement if Vanderwood was gone longer than fifteen minutes, but the brunet really wasn’t worried.

He made his way in quick, taking the syringe and decapping it to hear the sound of the escort gasping as she dropped the dress she’d been putting back on, re-exposing herself, probably a self-defense mechanism meant to stun the attacker, but he wasn’t paying attention to her at the moment. The man was shouting something along the lines of ‘What are you doing here?’ when Vanderwood shoved the needle into the man’s thigh. The chemical apparently reacted quickly as his veins started to protrude and turn purple, his hands scratching at his throat as he fell.

Now he allowed himself to pay attention to the escort, turning to face the woman who had so far remained silent since her first gasp. She was eyeing him, false modesty had her covering her body. He snorted softly looking her over. God, it would be so nice to get out of this suit and into her, but he couldn’t do that while on a mission. Based on the way she now lifted her chin, giving him a calm and collected look, she knew that he wasn’t being fooled. Her tone was soft and gentle, like the brush of soft fabric along your skin, a little too pure for his taste, but so be it. “I won’t talk. I’m not stupid. You don’t even have to pay me. I’d rather be alive.”

She really was smart. He straightened out his shoulders as she dropped her arms away and went to put on her dress again. “Thought you were in this for the money.” It wasn’t really a question, but she answered anyway. “I am. Paying for law school and putting some money in savings, but I don’t want to be killed for greed. I easily make enough money as it is.” He noted that even though her voice was soft, it wasn’t not childish, more like sweet seduction. Vanderwood was actually smirking a little. So far, she hadn’t tried to touch him, beg for her life, nor threaten to blackmail him which was what he was used to.

This one was the genuine real deal detached escort. “How much for an hour?” It rolled off his tongue like normal conversation. There was a dead body in front of him and a now elegantly dressed escort to his right, but it was such an easy topic still. His life would never be normal, clearly; he’d accepted that a long time ago.

“$2,000 for one hour. I won’t touch you anywhere you don’t ask me to, and I’m silent unless otherwise requested. Do you want to right now?” Her eyes slipped to the man on the ground. “In another room?” She was so calm, probably some other client had met a similar fate before, that or she was really well trained by her pimp. Most likely the first option, seeing as she wasn’t even shaking. As tempting as her offer was, he couldn’t now, even though he wanted to. “Give me your number.”

Crystal was her name. She was so simple, so perfectly suited for his needs, and she didn’t want anything from him other than her money and to leave at the end of the night. Sometimes he would ask her about how school was going, tell her to be wary of her pimps and johns, particularly if clients getting killed was a normal thing for her. Usually she would give him a small smile and tell him that she knew what she was doing.

Only once, the week he had her there every day, did she ask him why he needed an escort when he was such a great catch. He actually told her the truth. “I’m a sex addict and a secret agent. I can’t ever find love or be in a relationship.” Vanderwood said it casually as he pulled his shirt back on. It was the anniversary of his brother’s death, that’s why that week was so hard, although usually he’d be seeing a different woman every night. Her soft tones grated a little on his ears for the first time when she answered. “There’s someone out there for you. She’ll heal you. You just haven’t found her yet.” Vanderwood had snorted at her before she left.

He still called her the next day. She was the most perfect woman he would ever have in his life. In fact, she would be the only woman he would ever have actually in his life. Just one to two hours at a time, most often once a week or whenever things got to be too much. That was just the woman he needed.

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Mystic Messenger Fanfiction | JuminxMC Good Ending Continued | Daily Routine

Our routine had been interrupted, but in many ways, it stayed the same. Jumin would call me every morning despite the time difference, asking me how I was feeling and telling me to have a wonderful day. Every chance we got, we were on the phone together, to the point where my father-in-law would often give me strange looks when he passed me in the courtyard on the phone. I would simply wave as always.

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“My darling, I need to go to work.” Jumin’s voice thrummed low as he nuzzled my shoulder. He was always like this in the mornings. My husband would wake up to make breakfast for us himself, not wanting our special time in the mornings to be interrupted by the help. This normally meant morning snuggles as well. At first it had been somewhat embarrassing to snuggle in the mornings, memories of our night spent together flitting through my mind, but in the month since our marriage, I had become more used to this.

Jumin’s hand trailed between my shoulder blades and down my spine as he pressed a soft kiss to my lips. His movements were always slow and languid. He’d developed a habit of turning me on and leaving me wanting and missing him until he returned home, teasing messages sent between us throughout the day, but he was always a perfect gentleman somehow. It was a strange thing to be thinking about something like sex and yet still appear as pristine and pure as he did.

“Are you sure you can’t hire someone to fill in for you, just for today?” I asked every morning and Jumin always chuckled, his gray eyes lighting up. “I’m afraid not, my love, but I’ll be home as soon as I’m able to come back to my wife waiting for me with open arms.” He pushed himself up now and gently brushed his hand over my forehead, checking for any sign of heat. “Are you feeling alright?”

Another of our daily routines. We weren’t actively trying for a child, just letting it happen, but Jumin still wanted to be sure of how I was feeling. I nodded and he nodded in return, getting up from the bed to start getting dressed. Watching him from the bed was a wonderful experience, the way his well-toned muscles rippled as he pulled on item after item. My favorite part was watching him tie his tie, such a quick and seemingly elegant motion rather than a series of steps. Again, he would come to brush a kiss against my lips before he left, going down the elevator to meet Driver Kim in front of his building.

I had pushed up onto my elbows but now flopped down onto the bed with a huff. Reality was, I was starting to feel ill, but not in the way he was asking. My period was on its way, I was rather sure of it. Still, our daily routine would continue as it was. It was boring, though, without the party to manage, I had nothing else to do. Most of my time was spent talking to the others on the messenger and working on a large puzzle my husband had purchased special for me, a large print out of our wedding photo. This still became tedious. What I really wanted was something to keep me well and truly occupied, but if I got pregnant soon, then the pitter patter of little feet would do that for me, wouldn’t it?

My thoughts were interrupted by a phone call, which I picked up immediately. It was always good to hear someone’s voice. I loved Elizabeth 3rd of course, but her soft mewls as she brushed against my legs weren’t good conversation. I hadn’t even bothered to check the caller ID and nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard the voice of my father-in-law. “Hello, MC. It’s Mr. Chairman.”

What could he possibly want to talk to me about? Since we had met on the night of the party, I had had little to no involvement with him other than at our wedding and that was still mostly greeting and speeches. On occasion, I would see him in passing at Jumin’s office, sending him a smile and a small wave which he always heartily returned, but never a phone call. “Ah, hello, father. I wasn’t expecting a call from you today, what an honor.” That sounded oddly formal, but I wasn’t sure what else to say really. My heart and mind were both racing and coming up with anything and everything as a reason for his call.

“I am sending Jumin away on a business trip for two to three weeks to negotiate a deal. I was wondering if you might be interested in spending some time with me at my home while he is away, just so you won’t be lonely there with his cat.” Two to three weeks? That was far too long without my husband! To top that off…why would he invite me to his home? I shook my head at myself. Really, my father-in-law was just being polite, although I wished he could send someone else on the trip I knew better than to press the issue. It would be better to share those feelings with my husband. “I appreciate the invitation. Elizabeth 3rd and I would be happy to stay.”

Our routine had been interrupted, but in many ways, it stayed the same. Jumin would call me every morning despite the time difference, asking me how I was feeling and telling me to have a wonderful day. Every chance we got, we were on the phone together, to the point where my father-in-law would often give me strange looks when he passed me in the courtyard on the phone. I would simply wave as always.

He seemed to be running into me in the hallways more and more by the second week, somewhat of a discomfort, and at one point had grabbed my wrist earning him a quizzical look causing him to release me and chuckle. “No worries, continue about your day.” It was starting to get under my skin, but there should only be a little time before Jumin came home. Still, it was odd. What bothered me most was really that I wasn’t allowed to know what country Jumin was in, only his time-zone, so perhaps my husband was in a more dangerous country? Or was it just business secrets?

I was starting to feel horribly ill in the mornings, but I guessed it was simply a matter of my nerves. My period had come and gone, much lighter than usual, which I chalked up to stress, nothing was really out of the ordinary except my husband being an ocean away. I had changed into one of my nightgowns, all hand-picked by my husband, a black silk that brushed against my skin in ways that reminded me of his delicate touch. As I was laying back on my pillows and innocently day-dreaming of my husband, my phone started to buzz and I picked it up to find that it was him. “Darling!”

The eagerness in my voice made my husband chuckle. It was such a glorious sound, his low tones in a soft laugh that melted my heart. “Hello my love. I missed you today. How are you and Elizabeth 3rd doing?” Of course, he missed me, and we spent some time talking before he asked me what I was doing, his voice seemingly as silky as the nightgown which slid over my skin as I rolled over onto my back, looking up at the canopy over the bed. “I’m lying in bed, wishing you were here.” It hadn’t sounded dirty until I actually verbalized it and my face heated beyond belief, particularly when I heard the little intake of breath and the way a soft hum slipped into his tone. “Are you wearing one of your nightgowns? Show me.”

It was a command, certainly not a question, and it was a command that sent heat instantly to that spot low in my body the way only he could do, with so few words or actions. I was powerless to refuse, not that he would have done anything to me if I had, but simply knowing how much he was probably anticipating it, how he was likely already starting to daydream of me the way I had been doing of him, it was a heady aphrodisiac. As quickly as I could, I decided on a few pictures and sent them his way, practically able to hear the smirk on his face as he appreciated them, that soft hum audible only all the more. “I really miss my wife…”

A loud knocking sound reverberated throughout the room, but not mine, his. It wasn’t so strange, it would be morning where he was, but the loud shouting that accompanied it as Jumin called back. “I am on the phone, what could be so important that you would disturb me?” This was followed by the line going dead.

Was it some important business matter? Any heat that had been present evaporated almost instantly into cold as my stomach seemed to become a pit and nausea hit me hard. What was so important? His bodyguards never behaved that way unless something was wrong. Elizabeth 3rd’s mewling from the other room sounded like crying to me. All further attempts to message my husband were met with silence, any attempts at calls went straight to voicemail, and he always picked up for my calls. Where was my husband and why wasn’t he answering me?

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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 | Vanderwood Backstory | Mistakes Were Maid

Vanderwood was going to delete this night from his memory, because this whole mission felt like one huge mistake.

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Seven was packing the things in the car before they would be on their way to the hotel that the target was staying at. First, Seven would get them into the room posing as a maid, and then gather the information from the target’s laptop. Vanderwood was just the backup again. He much preferred this to doing hits. However, the redhead was insisting on dressing up as a female maid. Ever since that first time that he’d dressed up for a mission and managed to trick Vanderwood, this just seemed like Seven’s new ‘thing’.

“Hey, remember that one time, Mary…” Vanderwood’s eyebrow twitched as his hand went to remove his taser from its hooked position on his leg. The leather straps had flicked away easily, Vanderwood pushing away from the car with his hip to lock eyes with the eccentric younger man. Seven raised his hands, just a flicker of fear under the amused smile. “Nevermind, forget it.” He definitely remembered. It wasn’t that anything had happened. All he’d done was walk into the hallway Vanderwood had been waiting in, but he’d let Vanderwood hit on him. It had taken ages for Vanderwood to wash the revolting feeling off of his skin. It was like he’d hit on his brother and that was just, no. So much no.

Vanderwood just wanted some peace and quiet as they were driving, but that didn’t seem like something Seven was going to allow. The redhead was already putting on his long red wig, and Vanderwood was just trying to pretend that the kid wasn’t already in his maid’s dress. Seven made a convincing woman, and that was irritating as all Hell. Not that it had any effect on Vanderwood now other than making him want to jump out of the moving vehicle in irritation.

His hands tensed on the steering wheel as soon as Seven started talking in his ‘female voice,’ and it wasn’t long before his eyebrow was twitching again. “I brought you an outfit too!” Seven held it up cheerily before giving Vanderwood a wink and sticking his tongue out at the brunet. “See, we can be matching! Just in case we need to run.”

God. Vanderwood was so thankful he had more sense than to grab the little idiot right now, because otherwise they’d be in the ditch or have crashed into one of the other vehicles on the road. “I will not be wearing that. Today or any other day. Throw it out the window.” He glanced over at the redhead with as serious a glare as he could muster, which was a pretty serious death glare. Seven just laughed and tucked the dress into his ‘purse.’ Vanderwood could feel his muscles clenching. Oh good. Irritation before a mission was just his favorite thing.

Now the redhead was just laughing harder. “You’d make a very convincing woman, Mary.” Vanderwood bit his tongue and took a deep breath before replying, his jaw clenched rather painfully. “At 6′ and as much as I work out. Sure. Very convincing.” The redhead wasn’t going to stop laughing, and Vanderwood’s eyebrow wasn’t stopping its twitching anytime soon.

At least once they got to the hotel, Seven had gotten serious. Vanderwood was leaning his head back against the wall outside of the hotel room now. It wouldn’t be long before the redhead came out of the room with the information they needed. The agency’s newest virus would be used to clear out the laptop after Seven was done too.

After hours of going over just how crucial it was that they make sure to remember to bring the flashdrive containing the virus back, Vanderwood was going to be damn happy if it ended up not working. It was just an added liability on the agency’s part the way they currently had it set up. After all the hours Vanderwood had spent watching Seven in his computer classes at college, he was certain that there was some better way to put the virus into use, although what way eluded him.

Seven stuck his head out of the door again just as Vanderwood was about to see what was taking so long. Their file extractors were even faster than anyone else’s thanks to Seven’s genius abilities with computers and engineering. “Got it?” The redhead nodded, his wig staying on perfectly. How he had gotten so good at dress up was no mystery because now Seven did it all the damn time. Vanderwood bit his tongue and motioned with his head that they should get out of there. His eyes swept the hotel hallway again before he walked off in his designated direction. Seven would act as a maid for another couple of rooms downstairs near the exit before Vanderwood would join him after having a drink at the hotel bar. Nice and simple, quick in, quick out.

***

“What do you mean you left the virus there?” Yup. Vanderwood was pissed. In fact, it felt like there was so much bunched up energy in his body that it needed an escape. That liability, it really was one. A major one. “I’ll be down in a second.” It would have been much more satisfying hanging up if he still had a flip phone. Fuck. Now he had to go back up to the room and get it out. At least he could take care of it himself.

The hallway was still quiet. After listening at the door and ascertaining that no one was inside, Vanderwood used one of the hotel keys they’d stolen from one of the real maids to enter the room. The flash drive was sitting so nicely in the guy’s laptop, it was a wonder that the redheaded idiot could have forgotten it, but there wasn’t time to think about it right now.

As soon as Vanderwood had grabbed the drive, the hotel door opened. The target was standing there in shock with a bodyguard. Fan-fucking-tastic. “Hey, you there! What are you doing with my laptop?” Fucking a. Vanderwood grabbed his taser, noticing quickly that the bodyguard was only carrying close range weapons, a police stick actually. He snorted softly as he straightened his shoulders. “I was just-” and then he moved. Seven had higher advantage in the speed department, but against a similarly burly opponent, Vanderwood wasn’t so bad. His taser made contact with the man’s stomach, making him fall back in shock. Now Vanderwood was running off with the target screaming out after him. “Stop that man!”

By the time Vanderwood had made it down the stairs to the maintenance room rendezvous, there were hotel staff everywhere. Hell, it was a miracle he’d even made it to the maintenance room. His heart was racing and he was actually out of breath, but as soon as he saw the redhead, that desire to punch him in the gut was back. “You ass! How the Hell am I supposed to get out of here now with the place swarming with staff?” Even though he was absolutely pissed, Vanderwood kept his voice quiet, whisper yelling.

The snicker that escaped the redhead made Vanderwood’s eyebrow go absolutely insane. “What? What. Is. So. Funny.” It took Seven a couple of minutes to completely bite back the uproarious laughter that wanted to escape him. The brunet was really missing that serious attitude his partner usually had while working. Ever since that damn girl had joined Seven’s little club the redhead had gotten worse. Vanderwood was obviously missing out on the best joke ever. Except he wasn’t. Now Seven was pulling out that dress from earlier and held it out to the brunet. “You sure you’re never wearing a dress?”

***

Vanderwood wanted to punch something. Every muscle in his body was aching as he was driving them back home. The redhead was still laughing his ass off and still taking pictures. He’d even managed to get one selfie style and Vanderwood was seriously considering tasing the kid to death once they got back to the garage. “I’m going to kill you.”

Seven snickered and laughed some more, wiping tears away from his eyes. “Don’t worry Vanderwood. At least no one else will ever see them, right?” After shooting some more glares Seven’s way, nonverbally telling him ‘They better fucking not’ Vanderwood looked back out the window. As soon as he was home he was having a smoke and finding himself a hooker. At least that would be some revenge, since Seven hated when he had his women over, but Hell, Seven deserved it.

It was the redhead’s fault for never doing his work anymore that had made Vanderwood move in with him in the first place in favor of living with him again over being killed for not finishing assignments. The kid was going to put on his noise cancelling headphones anyway, and it was Seven’s fault that Vanderwood wasn’t able to relax. Vanderwood was going to delete this night from his memory, because this whole mission felt like one huge mistake.

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