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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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 | Vanderwood Backstory | Ambush

Now they’d send someone if he didn’t check in within an hour. It wasn’t even a full minute later when Vanderwood picked the lock and entered the little hovel that he scanned left and right, the right was what got him, an ambush. One whack and he was out.

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Vanderwood honestly hated Italy. People wanted to stand too close to him and they talked way too much with their hands. At least they were short, because if Italians were a taller people, he would have gotten hit in the face plenty of times. Seven almost seemed to be treating this mission like a vacation. It was his first mission abroad, so on some level it made sense, but at the same time, Vanderwood wanted to tase him at least once every five minutes.

Why were they even here still? That’s right. There was some member of the other organization here that was working with the mafia. The ‘mafia’, Vanderwood didn’t really believe they even existed, but the guy was working with some sort of organization. Vanderwood turned down the side street towards the little hovel Seven had clued him in on. It was finally time for the hit. Seven had spent the past few weeks trying to figure out which cell phone belonged to whom in the group of people they had been following. The kid had wanted to come along, but there was no way Vanderwood was letting him anywhere near a hit mission.

It was eerily silent for being broad daylight in a poorer neighborhood. Usually there would be more children around. Vanderwood furrowed his brows, starting to feel something nagging at his mind. He bit his tongue and kept going. No point chickening out until he had proof that something was up, but he pressed the little emergency tracker he had in his pocket and swallowed it. Now they’d send someone if he didn’t check in within an hour. It wasn’t even a full minute later when Vanderwood picked the lock and entered the little hovel that he scanned left and right, the right was what got him, an ambush. One whack and he was out.

***

“Fucking shit…” His head was ringing, and he was struggling to remember what had happened. Right…the hit. It had seemed so routine, but the target had apparently been lying in wait, completely aware of what was coming rather than surprised. Vanderwood opened his eyes slowly, taking in the room. It was small, a single door in front of him, and bare except for a table full of tools. They looked to be old, rusted, some knives, some hammers. Great. Those were probably for him. Other than that, there was nothing there.

Vanderwood leaned his head back and tested the ropes his hands were tied to the armrests with. They were solid, and so were the ones on his legs. So today he was either going to die, or the agency would send an extraction team. Was he valuable enough for that? All Vanderwood knew was that he’d have to wait the torture out for at least an hour to be sure, granted he didn’t know how long it had been since he was knocked out. At the very least ten minutes, at the most, maybe a half hour.

Dying really didn’t sound so bad. He’d honestly been waiting for it for years, knew it was coming at some point, but he didn’t have much more time to dwell on that thought before the door opened and a familiar face appeared. That damn redheaded bitch. “Oh look, it’s the great Korean Casanova.” She was speaking in Korean, a language he’d gotten used to only speaking with Seven lately but that he knew better than Italian anyway.

“I’m not Korean.” So, there was more than one agent from the enemy agency in town, clearly, since she hadn’t been the target. “What am I supposed to call you again? The great whore?” Antagonizing her seemed really smart, but he was most likely on the way to his death bed already. Since their last encounter, they’d been able to gather some information, and included in that was that her job was generally espionage and quiet assassination, infiltrating a man’s bed and poisoning him. Poison was her weapon of choice. That wasn’t a pleasant thought, since that probably meant a slow and painful death, but since it looked like she meant to torture him anyway, what did it matter? It would be slow and painful either way.

She flipped her vibrant red hair over her shoulder before catching his eye with those venomous green ones of hers. “Call me Jessica.” Vanderwood snorted. “Jessie it is.” He wasn’t about to be nice to this woman. She’d already nearly killed him once. “So, ready to finish the job? Can we just get this over with?”

There was a little glint in her eye which only made him more irritated. His muscles were starting to clench up too, great. It wouldn’t be long before he was irritated beyond belief, he figured. “Actually, I’m supposed to get just a specific piece of information off you.” Jessica went to the table, her spiked heels clicking against the concrete floor in a way that only irritated him more. “You’re not going to get anything out of me.”

Now she was really smiling. “If you say so, handsome.” She chose a short-bladed knife, seemingly sharp and clean, unlike most of the items on the little table. “All I really need from you is who tipped you off on this mission in Italy.” Vanderwood happened to know, which was great, but even if he didn’t know, she would probably still torture him. “You’re not getting anything out of me.” He repeated it, knowing what would be coming, or at least some of it. He’d been cut before, but not by a knife. What a great time for a new life experience. Was he ever not a cynical asshole even in a moment like this?

Jessica approached slowly, the sound of those spiked heels against the concrete putting his teeth on edge. Vanderwood made sure to clench his jaw instead of biting his tongue. If the agency did show up, he would prefer to not have choked on his tongue. The cold blade brushed against his neck, making him want to shiver. “Just kill me.” That actually made her pause for a second. He couldn’t possibly mean that. If he was still alive after she’d shot him, clearly, he wanted to live. She slowly pushed up the sleeve of his left arm. “Who?”

Jessica dragged the blade in a curve down his forearm, making him clench his jaw even harder. That stung more than he thought it should have. She waited for him to talk, bending to look him directly in the eyes. Something in Vanderwood reacted, and he hated it, the tenseness in him seeking relief and knowing there was a woman right there. Still, knowing her, maybe she would go for it anyway, as distasteful as sleeping with someone like her might be. “How about instead of jabbing me, you let me take care of you, huh?” Vanderwood put on his typical smirk, the kind that always seemed to get him a win.

Wait…was it actually working? It had been a bit of a long-shot, but now Jessica was smiling even broader, leaning in. Her lips brushed against his and he leaned forward as much as he could manage to take possession of them. Even tied up, his dominance shone through. Granted, if he needed to let her do what she wanted in order for him to get out of this and kill her, well then, he would let it happen. His lips started to burn, and she leaned back. “Please enjoy my poison lipstick. It tends to leave some blisters.”

God, fucking damn it. Then she was dragging the knife down in a curve in the opposite direction on his arm, leaving a long burning x. If this was the way it was going to go, he might as well just shut down completely now. Vanderwood attempted to blank his mind, letting the pain be the pain, but not bothering to think about anything else. If he was going to die, he was going to die. If not, then not. Fighting it was as pointless as quitting smoking when he had no future to speak of.

A loud clanging sound had him opening his eyes to see Jessica looking up towards the ceiling. Voices and footsteps. There were some already sounding like they were coming down the stairs. The agency had decided he was valuable after all. Vanderwood snorted as he watched Jessica try to decide whether to kill him or make her escape.

Apparently, self-preservation won out in the end, because she pressed a kiss to his forehead leaving another painful burn before she disappeared behind him. Really, it wasn’t smart to antagonize the enemy when they already seemed to have a vendetta against you, it was stupid, but he was so done. “Bye, Jessie.” Someday he was going to kill that poison bitch. He heard a heavy metal door open and close and then the door in front of him opened again to reveal Seven and a couple other agents. “So…bit, of an ambush, Mary?” Now that he knew Vanderwood was safe, Seven switched immediately from his serious mode to his joking asshole side. Vanderwood wanted to tase him already.

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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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Mystic Messenger Fanfiction | Vanderwood Backstory | Healing

Vanderwood pulled his shirt on, covering his newest scars, the large indented circle on his left pectoral and the smaller indented circle on his back.
That bullet wound had taken months to heal, so long in fact that he’d had time to learn Italian for their next mission. What a life.

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It had been way too long since he’d last gotten a good fuck, and this girl had offered herself to him. Now, she was just sitting there watching him as he got dressed to leave. She wasn’t a hooker, that was a bad one on him, but she didn’t seem interested in keeping him there either. Seemed to him that she had been as sexually frustrated as he was, although, most certainly not for the same reason. Vanderwood pulled his shirt on, covering his newest scars, the large indented circle on his left pectoral and the smaller indented circle on his back.

That bullet wound had taken months to heal, so long in fact that he’d had time to learn Italian for their next mission. What a life. Vanderwood snorted softly at himself and the curvy blonde in the bed pushed up onto her forearm. “What are you snorting at, handsome?”

He didn’t particularly feel like talking to her. It always grated on his nerves when the women wanted to talk. Even hookers would talk sometimes, but the civilians always talked the most. Bad on him for not having had the patience to find a good hooker, but Hell, at least now he felt like he could breathe again after having been cooped up in bed for months. Even worse, after having been cooped up in bed for months in Seven’s house. It had been easier than staying at his little apartment.

“Just snorting at myself.” His eyes trailed over the woman’s body. She was pretty, very sexy, hard to believe that she was that sexually frustrated to just throw herself at him as soon as he walked in the door, but maybe she had her reasons. Vanderwood finished getting dressed by pulling on his jacket and gloves. “Bye now.” He grunted it at her as he left the house, and she didn’t bother to answer, which was great for him.

As he opened the door, a white-haired man with ruby colored eyes looked up at him. The guy was maybe four inches shorter than Vanderwood and had a rattail of his peculiar colored hair. His face was impeccably molded, angular and beautiful. If he dressed right, or wrong, he could easily be taken as a woman. That just had Vanderwood cringing with bad memories. “Excuse me.” He slipped past the dumbfounded man. It wasn’t long after he’d started down the hallway of the woman’s apartment building that he heard the yelling. ‘You cheated on me?’ It sounded more hurt than angry, but there was definitely anger in his tone too.

Vanderwood turned back towards the room, frozen in place. Well, that explained a lot. Honestly, he felt a little sick. Sleeping with someone else’s woman was something he would never have put on his bucket list, but now he had crossed it off nonetheless. Great. Just another of his many wrong-doings. There was nothing he could do about it now, and it wasn’t like he had known, so he just made his way out of the apartment building.

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The day had gone by as his usual schedule. Vanderwood had watched some secret agent movies and yelled at the TV that they were doing it wrong, made food for himself and the redhead, which Seven barely ate in favor of these disgusting chips that he’d somehow won a warehouse full of – Vanderwood didn’t want to know – and he’d cleaned the house, slowly so as not to do too much now that he was finally allowed out of bed and out of the house again.

As Seven’s handler, Vanderwood spent most of his time cleaning up after the kid while Seven worked which he was really good at getting sucked into, so the cleaning would take all of Vanderwood’s focus too. Still, he couldn’t get the idea out of his mind that he’d slept with someone he really shouldn’t have. It just made him feel gross. Maybe he should head to the bar again to actually have a drink and a smoke. Picking up a hooker tonight was out of the question, even though he knew he could easily go again.

Vanderwood went to the same bar, figuring that the blonde wouldn’t be there again, and he was right. Still, something felt weird. There were eyes on him. He scanned the room. It seemed this was a bit of a local hang out for motorcycle gangs. Vanderwood had seen several of the vehicles outside of the bar, but now he saw that there was a group of similarly dressed in leather men over in the corner of the bar, and for whatever reason, they were watching him.

He shrugged and sat at the bar, feigning dropping his guard. If there were eyes on him, it was better to pretend he thought nothing of it. He ordered some hard liquor and drank it back. It wasn’t long before he heard footsteps approaching, not just one set but several. Their boots left heavy thuds, so they couldn’t possibly hope to sneak up on him. Vanderwood turned in his chair to look at the three thugs that had approached. This really wasn’t good. Whatever they wanted, he would have to give, because he wasn’t in the state to really fight.

“Hello there, gentleman, what can I do for you?” That wasn’t well received, a rather tall one with short blond hair, the underside a dark brown spoke up, his arms crossed and stance indicating that he was looking for a fight, not yet ready to swing, but looking for a reason. “You can stop sleeping with our women.”

Oh, so that was it huh? So, the albino man he’d seen must have been some sort of member of this gang, then. Come to think of it, he had been wearing the same leather jacket these goons were. The tall one spoke again. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

Vanderwood sighed and placed his glass on the bar top. “I don’t have much to say other than that I didn’t know. She threw herself at me, and I was in the mood.” That was the God’s honest truth, but a short one to the right side of the one that had spoken grabbed a bottle from the bar counter and smashed it. “That’s my sister you’re talking about!” Vanderwood jumped up to avoid his swing, but he was too slow, and now there was a cut down over his left hip. It was better than getting a cut to his crotch, which was where the guy had been aiming. “Hey, hey, let’s calm down.” Maybe reasoning would work? Probably not, all three looked angry now, but then he heard the door open.

“Hey, Zen. Glad you got my text. We found the douche who screwed your woman.” The tall one was obviously the general leader of this group. Vanderwood turned his head just enough to watch the albino from his periphery. The guy looked heartbroken, and it made Vanderwood’s heart clench. That look on his face was Vanderwood’s fault. At this point, Vanderwood was getting ready to accept his fate, but then the albino spoke up. “Back off guys, it’s not his fault. Vira was trying to get back at me.”

Okay, Vanderwood hadn’t been expecting that, and the albino was apparently full of surprises. He turned to Vanderwood now, noticing his wound. “Holy shit, you cut him? You need to get that looked at. Come with me.” Vanderwood just shook his head. “No, I can take care of it myself.” His jacket pocket had everything he needed to stitch himself up, and he reached in to grab it, showing it to the younger man. “I just need somewhere to sit where I know I won’t get cut open further.” The younger man gave him a weird look, but didn’t try to argue with him, which was rather refreshing.

The Zen guy nodded towards the others and the tall one reluctantly pushed the other two goons along with him. It didn’t take long to stitch himself up as Vanderwood sat outside in the open air with Zen. “Hey, man. I really didn’t know.” The albino had been pretty quiet up until now, but his eyes roamed over the taller man before he shrugged. “I know…I’m sorry about my…buddies. They get a little excitable sometimes.” Zen pulled out a pack of smokes which Vanderwood recognized as Black Angel brand. Vanderwood could really go for a smoke, although he preferred the rough taste of generic cigarettes, but he was pleased when the albino held out the pack for him to take one.

Vanderwood popped the cig in the corner of his mouth before producing his own lighter with which he lit his own and then the albino’s before taking a long drag. His muscles relaxed slowly, his other addiction not nearly as soothing as sex, but it got the job done when he needed it. It was killing him slowly, but Vanderwood really didn’t care. He was most likely going to die early anyway, and it wasn’t like he had anything to live for.

Zen piped up again after a moment. “To tell you the truth, I’m leaving the gang. I’ve gotten a bigger role at my acting job. That’s why Vira was always so mad at me, too…I’m addicted to my job more than I’m interested in her.” Vanderwood just nodded. He didn’t know what else to do. Guy talk wasn’t exactly something he really did. The last person he’d had a heart to heart with was dead, and the others he’d always just pushed away.

Once their cigs were down to the filter, they each stomped them out. Zen turned to Vanderwood and offered him his hand, which the brunet took and gave a solid shake. It was weird, but whatever, it wasn’t like he was going to see the guy again. “No worries about Vira…But if you ever want to come see a show, look up my name.” For a heartbroken guy, Zen could really put on a smile. “Yeah, I’ll think about it.”

Vanderwood laid in bed, fingers playing along the bandage of what would most certainly be a new scar. Just another to add to the collection. It wasn’t like he didn’t have enough already. At least this one wasn’t going to take months to heal. His emotional scars were worse than the physical anyway, and there was no healing from that. Zen…he would do his best to forget the guy. It was safer for him, but if Vanderwood ever saw him again, he’d have to give the guy a smoke to return the favor.

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Mystic Messenger Fanfiction | JuminxMC Good Ending Continued | Commoner Date

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.”

***

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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Mystic Messenger Fanfiction | Vanderwood Backstory | The Hard Place

“You realize I’ve also got a gun, right?” Vanderwood’s ears had stopped ringing, but he was probably still shouting a bit. The woman threw her head back in laughter. “You’re also the idiot who shot a gun in a hallway. I’ll bet you’re at least a little off your aim thanks to that. Ears still ringing? Or has that stopped?” They were caught between a rock and a hard place. Try to outshoot her, or give up the disk and get terminated if they didn’t manage to get it back.

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He squinted into the darkness. This was the first field mission he was on with Seven, his newest partner. Seven had at least put most his joking aside for this. Even though he was an adult now, the redhead was still the same ass he’d become after getting that stupid storybook. Vanderwood would never understand what changed for him at that point, but Seven was just like Caleb.

Seven was just like Caleb. Vanderwood bit his tongue. It was true. They were even nearly the same age. Seven was just a bit older than Caleb, not by much. He dressed similarly too. He sighed and tapped his foot. Where was his signal?

Vanderwood was standing in a dark hallway, his hip leaned against the wall. the end of hall was where Seven would be, hacking through the security system to get them inside the room that contained the main computer system. They were starting a sting on an anti-agency. There had been a lot of talk about the new rival agency even before Seven and he had been assigned this job.

From what Vanderwood had heard, Goldie had been found out to have been creating her own secret spy ring, and the majority of the spies as well as Goldie herself had been terminated. It was a cautionary tale for everyone to stay in their proper place on the supposed ‘good side,’ as well as scaring everyone into the knowledge that they were all expendable, that there really was no ‘good side.’

Finally, a light flashed at him three times in quick succession. Seven was in. Vanderwood peered down the opposite end of the hallway once more before making his way to where Seven now was. His job was to be the brawn, the backup, while Seven hacked into the mainframe. There were a few of the spies who had escaped, and this was supposedly their newest hideout.

Vanderwood’s mouth dropped open at the number of computers and monitors inside this little room. For a small rival agency, they sure had a lot going on. Whatever, his job was to get Seven in and the information out. Seven too, of course, as much as Vanderwood was irritated by the guy and wanted to tase him every ten seconds, Seven was getting out of here alive. For a first mission, it had seemed pretty simple, but the longer it was taking the redhead to get through the firewall, the more anxious Vanderwood was starting to feel.

Something wasn’t quite right. He just had a feeling. Vanderwood bit his tongue, trying to think. So far, the plan had gone perfectly, everything was going the way it was supposed to. Actually, Rex had been the one to set this plan up, or so Vanderwood had heard, so it was meticulously planned if that was the case. The redhead muttered, “Finally.” Good, he was in. Vanderwood shot him a glance just to make sure that the information was downloading as it should. They weren’t supposed to read any of it, just make sure it downloaded. Vanderwood was mildly curious, but it wasn’t his place. He did his job and got out, that was the way of things for him.

He heard a sound, scraping, metal against metal, like someone was dragging something along the outside hallway. His hand went to the little gun at the small of his back. They had a visitor. Vanderwood didn’t have the time to think about how they’d gotten this visitor, having not set off any alarms, but he did have time to use the window in the door in front of him to see the reflection of the person coming their way. Seven shot Vanderwood a quick frightened glance. It was his first mission, it made sense for the kid to be scared, but Vanderwood shook his head at him, silently letting him know that he needed to stop freaking out.

The guy in the reflection was ugly, but not just ugly, something about him was horribly wrong. His face was so square, his body broad, and the oversized jacket he had on didn’t help. Vanderwood was barely making out the features, but from what little he was seeing, this man looked like an orangutan with a crazy serial killer smile. Vanderwood made sure the safety on his gun was off, waiting for the man to get closer. The closer he got, the more excited he seemed to become, tapping what appeared to be a knife rhythmically against the side of the hallway.

Now was as good a time as he was going to get. Vanderwood jumped out from the doorway, pinpointing where the man was. The man went to duck, but Vanderwood had already estimated the man’s height, so he only put himself into Vanderwood’s aim. A gunshot went off, momentarily silencing everything, thanks to the enclosed space of the hallway. His ears were ringing, but it would go away before long. There wasn’t the option to wait, sometimes. Someone grabbed his arm, yanking a few times and Vanderwood flicked his eyes their way. It was Seven of course, he was holding the disk, so they needed to go.

If it hadn’t been for the fact that they’d been ordered to get the disk out of there immediately, Vanderwood would have made sure to snap the man’s neck. The man who was still eerily smiling at him even as he groaned in pain from the gunshot that had probably shattered his shoulder. Vanderwood pressed his back to Seven’s as they proceeded on their way out, scanning every which way.

They had gotten out of the building, and the car was in sight when a little flash of movement caught Vanderwood’s eye. The ringing had toned down, but it was still irritating, his head throbbing a little now. At least he could hear his own voice as he called out to Seven. “Move!” That’s when she stepped into their sights. “Aw, you saw me.” Another annoying redhead? This one looked an awful lot like a girl he would have chosen to fuck at a bar. She was shapely, all curves, but she was obviously a little harbinger of death. Her heels were spiked, he noted that as they clicked on the road, stepping closer to them, gun poised on Seven who was holding the disk. “Put that down or die.”

“You realize I’ve also got a gun, right?” Vanderwood’s ears had stopped ringing, but he was probably still shouting a bit. The woman threw her head back in laughter. “You’re also the idiot who shot a gun in a hallway. I’ll bet you’re at least a little off your aim thanks to that. Ears still ringing? Or has that stopped?” They were caught between a rock and a hard place. Try to outshoot her, or give up the disk and get terminated if they didn’t manage to get it back.

Vanderwood snorted softly. She was right about his ears too. His aim would probably be off. It wasn’t like he really felt dizzy, but it wasn’t unusual for that not to happen until your aim really counted. “Put it down, fellow redhead.” Seven looked up at Vanderwood, fear evident in the younger man’s eyes. Sure, he was scared, but he was stepping up. That’s right…He wasn’t just a kid anymore. Seven was eighteen, and a fully-fledged agent.

Vanderwood nodded, keeping the woman in his periphery. He would find a way to make this work. As Seven bent to put the disk on the ground, of course he retrieved his gun. Once he was standing again, the woman’s smile grew wider. “Bye, fellow redhead.” Vanderwood saw the intent before she pulled the trigger. She was a gloater, it was only too obvious. Seven was about to get shot. Vanderwood shifted, shoving the younger man out of the way. The gunshot had his ears ringing again, but that was nothing compared to the burning sensation in his chest. Holy Hell, his entire body was burning, and not in a pleasant way. There was another gunshot, the faint sound of voices over the ringing. Vanderwood was struggling to breathe. His lungs were burning now too.

The girl was running away. She actually wasn’t that fantastic of a shot. After getting off her shot, she had hidden herself behind a portion of a nearby truck, but when she’d peeked out to take another Seven’s way, he’d managed to shoot the gun from her hands, and then she was gone. Seven watched her go, knowing that he couldn’t let his guard down until she was for sure gone.

He wasn’t sure if he was more pissed or afraid. It was just like Vanderwood to do this kind of thing. Vanderwood was so cold and unfeeling, but he took a bullet for him. In part, it was his job, but on another level, Seven knew it meant more, because Seven felt the same way. This guy was as much his brother as his blood brother was. Much more irritating, but definitely family.

As soon as she was out of sight, he was on his knees, shoving the disk into his pocket before he looked Vanderwood over. It was a decent caliber shot, he could tell that much. Vanderwood was staring off into space, not really looking at him. There was only one thing Seven knew that would get his partner riled up no matter what the situation. Hopefully it would work now, too. “C’mon Mary, don’t be like that. I need my maid to clean my house.”

Vanderwood could barely make out the words, but he groaned, coughing up a bit of blood. “I’m fucking dying and you’re teasing my ass? I wish I could…tase you.” Seven smiled, good, he was pissed. The redhead ran off to grab a kit out of the back of the car. He could at least get a tight bandage wrapped around Vanderwood to keep him alive until they could get to the agency’s infirmary. “You can tase me later. I won’t even run.” The guy was hard to lug into the car, but he would be alright. Seven was still terrified, but he had to believe that Vanderwood would be alright.

***

He groaned and opened his eyes. His throat felt dry. “Oh, hey there, Mary.” Oh, for shit’s sake. Vanderwood tried to push himself up out of bed, but found that he absolutely didn’t have the strength. He looked around him and then down at his chest. Right. He’d taken a bullet for the little shit calling him a girl’s name. His eyes found Seven’s and he grunted. “You’re a douche.” Seven just smiled and patted the bandage, making Vanderwood growl in pain. “You too, Mary.” The guy deserved it for taking a bullet that hadn’t been meant for him.

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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.

***

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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