Footsie With The RFA

footsie with the RFA

this one is short and kinda silly but I had fun writing so I hope you'll have fun reading it 

jumin

- he does not move his legs because he knows for a fact he is not taking up more than his allotted space

- when you continue what your doing while locking eyes with him he gets it and decides to play along (as long as he’s sure no one can see what your doing)

- his piercing stair and impossibly impassive face daring you to go farther as it becomes a battle of wills.

- will you back down first and stop teasing him, or will he break first and excuse you both to someplace private >.>

- slowly it stops being the innocent romantic game of footsie and gets progressively more suggestive just to get a rise out of him >.> if you know what i mean

yoosung

- surprised and worried at first is he taking up to much room? he better tuck his legs under the chair just in case

- when he gets it he turns bright red and sputters a bit loosing track of what he was saying

- as long as you keep it innocent though he can keep some semblance of cool sure he’s nervous and a bit giddy but nothing too obvious

- listen though if you get too risqué you will have to either escort him away or stop teasing him because he is dying and doesn’t have the coherency to slip away with you himself

- and then everyone knows what’s going on. table 3b all the way across the restaurant heard his yelp and can see his beacon bright cheeks

saeyoung

- he is so down to play your game doesn’t even miss a beat in the conversation but you do catch a slight smirk when he asks you a question

- your not sure how he managed to catch your ankle in his hand without blowing both your covers but it’s infuriatingly gentle and your blushing

- you already know what that raised eyebrow means. it’s time to admit defeat he won this one

- his fingers are skimming up your calf though and you suppose turnabouts fair play

- your in for a lot of teasing when you two get home

zen

- boi has no chill

- so when you start playing you can IMMEDIATELY see his eyes darken a little

- he calls upon his acting abilities to keep a straight face and a steady voice but you can see the struggle in his eyes

- he tries to stop you either by hushed and murmured warnings or simply by pulling away from you a bit

- if you keep pushing he’ll end the event early just to get you two alone

- like i said boi ain’t got no kinda chill

jaehee

- blushing and shy but she does play along

- honestly though the best part is her face. her small shy smile as she pretends to read the menu or a text coupled with the little blush in her cheeks *chef kiss*

- it’s all playful and innocent with her though because you know better than to push it she’s a very private person when it comes to the bedroom

- okay but you both slipped off your heels under the table to play and when you get up have to double check that you slipped back on the right heel

- it only happened once but mismatched heels are a dead giveaway that some kind of funny business took place

hcs for cuddling with a jumin who's being particularly needy/clingy, if that makes sense? like he had a bad day at work and just wants to be in ur arms AND hold you for the rest of the night :((<3

Oh my goodness my heart yearns for this. OF COURSE I WILL WRITE THIS. YOU HAVE BLESSED MY WHOLE BLOG WITH ONE SINGLE REQUEST

Cuddles with a Clingy Jumin

His deep, baritone voice plead with neediness as soon as he greeted you

It sounded too low to resemble a whine, yet held the same sense of desire... it was more of a mewl, a purr

"My precious honey-bunny..."

Your chest exploded with warmth, his words so uncharacteristically full of desperation, you could barely stay still

Shifting around to face him, you beamed, "Jumin, you're home!"

He looked a tad disheveled, his hair ruffled and clothing wrinkled. He nodded, "Yes. It was busy today, I hope you weren't too lonely."

He sat beside you on the sofa, arm draping across your shoulders and pulling you to his chest

"Op--" You giggled, shimmying away from his grip. "Honey, I was reading my book...!"

He hushed you gently, scooping you toward him, grunting softly in the process

The hardback slid gracefully from your lap, collapsing onto the floor

"Jumin? Is something the matter?"

He shook his head, sighing, "... I love you."

"I love you, too, darling..."

You were on his lap, clinging to his midsection

His chin rested on the top of your head, and you could only see parts of his face

"Did something happen at work?"

His smile was filled with contentment and peace, it immediately coaxed your worries and sent them away

Jumin held you, rocked you, sung to you, and refused to let you go

"What do you do when I'm not here?"

You had practically fallen asleep under his divine protection; "Hmm?"

He repeated the inquiry with patience. "What do you do when I'm gone?"

"I think about you, of course." You replied confidently, pecking his cheek

Blotches of pink appeared just above his slight stubble, eyes gazing at you bashfully

"I think of you, too." He mumbled, callused thumbs brushing away your hair, planting a tender kiss onto your forehead

overworked

hey sooooo I have a bad habit of working myself too hard. by this i mean i will work and keep accepting new responsibilities until I either have a mental breakdown (panic attack, depressive episode, or something else I cant work through) or a physical breakdown (pneumonia, broken bone, passing out) its a really bad habit that I’m sure stems from low self esteem or some BS but I don't really wanna FIX it I’d much rather just write a story about MC doing the same thing and being comforted by Jumin.

and since that's cheaper and easier to schedule than an appointment with my councilor, that's what I did. 

hope ya’ll enjoy!!!

you where working harder than ever. you were helping yoosung study, helping connect Zen with new roles, promoting V’s newest collection, you had even taken over most of the RFA party planning from jaehee. then every evening when jumin got home you would greet him with your biggest smile rushing into his arms like a man in the desert rushes to water. he could see how hard you where working and he watched you accept more responsibility every day. it seemed like every evening you were telling him about one more thing someone had asked of you. you stayed up later woke earlier and he would have said something if it weren’t for your smile, so brilliant and dazzling. you seemed so eager to please so happy to help and he knew you enjoyed working. you, like him didn’t cope well with boredom. so he let it slide choose simply to do everything he could to support you.

until one day he got a call from zen. “get over to my place now. MC is, she’s locked herself in the bathroom she won’t talk to me. you know I hate to ask for help but i think she needs you”. jumin was there in a flash knocking gently on the door to zens bathroom.

when you didn’t answer he called to you “MC I know your in there it’s me can you let me in”

“I’m fine jumin”

“darling I can hear your voice shaking it’s okay to be upset but I’d like to hold you. will you let me do that?” he heard the lock click and was inside in an instant door closed behind him. you were in his arms and he was gently rubbing your back as you sobbed into his chest. “you don’t have to talk now but you should know you can tell me anything”. it took nearly an hour for you to calm down and in that time jumin had moved you to zens couch where you sat in his lap and burried your face in his suit. zen had let himself out when he saw the scene worried his presence might make things awkward for you. you heard the door open as zen returned and you wiped hastily at your cheeks trying to make yourself at least semi presentable.

“i’m sorry zen i was supposed to help you practice but all i did was cause trouble” you where still trying to calm your breathing but at least the tears had stopped. jumin stood with you as you tried to straighten yourself out.

zen set a hand on your shoulder “MC don’t apologize just, tell us what’s up. jumins so worried you can almost see him frown”. you wanted to tell zen everything was fine but the words caught in your throat and you stopped short to blink back the fresh tears in your eyes.

“if i’m right zen, MC is simply exhausted i believe it’s been quite some time since she was able to rest. i’ll escort her home so i can help her relax some. thank you for calling me.”

jumins voice had an air of finality but his hands were gentle as he began to lead you away.

at the door jumin turned to zen and said a little gentler “I’ll call you if anything happens, and again, thank you for calling me.”

zen was frozen as the door shut behind you and jumin.

“damn trust fund kid! she’s may be his wife but she’s my friend too!”

at the pent house jumin drew you a bath and added one of your favorite bathbombs all the while never letting go of your hand

“jumin?” you asked. his head shot up from pouring you a glass of wine betraying just how concerned he really was under his calm and collected facade. “what if it’s my fault?” you asked shakily.

“what if what is your fault?”

“we’ve been trying for over a year to have a baby and, what if it’s my fault we haven’t been able to?”

“is that what’s been bothering you?” he asked handing you the wine and leading you to the edge of the bathtub to bathe.

“i didn’t want to think about it so,” you trailed off letting him fill in the blanks.

“so you decided to work. I understand that.” he sighed nodding somberly.

“probably better than anyone right?” you said offering a broken chuckle as he stripped you of your shirt. he began to undress as well before replying.

“you were helping zen with his new role today right? may i ask what it’s about?”

“that’s just it, zen is playing the husband of a woman who, she looses her baby jumin, and i thought” you could feel the tears threatening to return and jumin pulled you into the hot bath with him guiding you to lean back against his chest. he shushed you gently pressing a glass of chilled wine into your hand.

“i’ll make an appointment for a fertility specialist tomorrow. you know it’s just as likely to be my fault we’ve yet to conceive”

“no way my husband is as close to perfect as they come” you joked shakily before leaning your head back to nuzzle into his neck “thank you”

pajamas - day seven

@juminweek2019

jumin x mc

rating: T

prompt: {striped shirts} / silk underwear

warnings: spoilers for day 7 of Jumin’s route!

word count: 2,500

ao3 link

[my Ko-fi♡]

They’re both against her wearing Jumin’s shirt as her pajamas, but that won’t stop her.

note: this takes place during and after the chat at 21:58 on day 7 of Jumin’s route! this is one of my favorite parts of his route.

also, thank you all so much for all your support throughout this week! please stay safe and enjoy! ♡

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She glanced over at him as her face began to flush with color. Jumin had settled into the couch a few minutes earlier, opting to sit at the opposite end from her. He seemed lost in thought; his gaze wasn’t quite focused on the phone in his hands, so her eyes flitted back to her own device, scanning the messages once more to make sure she hadn’t imagined them.

ZEN: Anyways, I get that you’re not getting any weird thoughts

ZEN: even though you’re alone with MC right now.

Jumin Han: I don’t know.

ZEN: What do you mean;;

She pressed her teeth into her tongue, glancing back up only to meet Jumin’s eyes. She looked away quickly, focusing on thinking about what to say in response instead of the heat in her cheeks.

She smiled as a silly thought came into her mind, knowing that Zen would absolutely hate the very idea. But that only spurred her on. She also wanted to help shift the subject a little, knowing that Jumin was having a rough time and didn’t need to be interrogated.

MC: I… want to wear Jumin’s striped shirt as my pajamas, but he keeps stopping me.

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hi do you post your stuff on ao3 as well? just wondering

unfortunately I don’t

i don’t have an ao3 account :( maybe i should make one when my classes let out

guys imagine jumin comeing home from a business trip so exhausted he can’t even see straight he falls asleep with his head in MC’s lap while she reads. imagine playing with his hair while he sleeps and then later finding out he woke up and stayed still pretending to be asleep so you would keep playing with his hair

jumin may be to proud to ask for that kind of silly affection but when he experiences it he’s definitely not going to say no