Mystic Messenger x Seme Male Reader

[ Part 3 // the end. ] Jumin Han x Male!Reader

"𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍"
( ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3 )

× 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : ×
• mentioning of alcohol and drug addiction ;
• slight angst .

× 𝗞𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 : ×
(Y/n) — your first name ;
(L/n) — your last name .

a/n:
BOOM! A sudden update!
I feel like a jerk for not updating in such a long time, lmao. I kinda grew tired of MM and wanted to switch to another fandom for a while, but still couldn't leave this story unfinished. Also, I believe I have Seven's almost finnished oneshot lying around somewhere? We'll see, lol

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'The number is not available. Call back later or leave a message after the beep.'

"...Voicemail? Right. That's for the best. I could hardly say it to your face anyway.

(Y/n), Glam found out about the photos and figured everything out. If we try to do anything, she will leak it to the press under the headlines 'C&R heir Jumin Han cheats on his fiancée with a little-known movie actor.' Disgusting, and totally her style.

I'm sorry it turned out the way it did. You don't have to call me back.

Now that everything's ruined, I'll understand if you don't want to have anything to do with me.

Goodbye."

* * * *

Morning light shined through the stained-glass windows, illuminating the spacious white hall. Soon this place will be filled with insincere congratulations from unfamiliar faces, but at the moment Jumin can only distinguish the sounds of his own heavy breathing. He feels trapped in this moment, and it strangles him with claustrophobia in a huge hall where more than two hundred people could breathe with no struggle.

'Dear God, if you're even there, ruin this wedding to hell.' he asked mentally, raising his eyes to the antique frescoes on the ceiling. The only answer for him was silence.

"Should I run away while there is still time?" he asked himself. "On the other hand, everyone will immediately start looking for me..."

"Just climb out of the window in the groom's room when the ceremony starts."

The sound of someone else's voice makes him turn around, only to be meet with the piecing gaze of (color) eyes.

"What are you doing here?"

"Came to my old friend's wedding. I've heard there is a place of the best man reserved for me."

(Y/n) casually leans on the pillar, not sharing Jumin's tense mood at all. He's wearing a dark (color) suit in contrast with the bright shades of the illusory prison: the white marble, white lilacs, the heir's light gray jacket.
(Y/n) doesn't belong here, and Jumin wants to believe that is why he'll shout 'I object' at the most important moment.

"When you didn't show up for rehearsal, I thought you didn't want to see me ever again." the heir muttered.

"I got a little frustrated. Let's forget about it, shall we?" the actor suggested, coming closer and placing his hand on the brunette'a shoulder. "Wanna practice saying the last words?"

Jumin allows to be brought closer to the altar. Rays of sunshine light up a pair of (color) eyes, and for a split second the brunette forgets that it's not (Y/n) who will put the ring on his finger today.