Hacker || Mystic Messenger One-Shots

Paper Rings | Jumin

Warnings: Insecurity & self-esteem issues. Angst! It gets resolved in the end though don't worry.

The cold water served as a punishment while it dripped down your shaking limbs. The wide shower area that would always be steaming with hot air made you feel even more frigid as the steam was gone. The drip of the water from the shower head was the only sound that kept you grounded.

You couldn't tell if you were crying. You were sure that you were, as your back heaved and your throat sobbed silently. Still, your face could've just been wet from the shower. Finding no definitive answer, you decided to just keep at whatever you were doing. Crying or not.

It was late. You should've been asleep. You were reminded of the late hour as you heard the faint sound of the door to the penthouse click open. It was then followed by his usual uniform steps from the door to your bedroom. You could almost see him; see him opening the door softly only to discover that you weren't in bed. It was only a matter of time until he realized the shower was running. It suddenly came to you that he was very close to opening the bathroom door. Your eyes widened before quickly standing from your huddled position and jumping to the door to lock it. Just then, your husband's voice came from the other side of the wood.

"Love, why are you up at this hour?" He said while juggling the doorknob. "And why did you lock the door?"

Droplets of what you were sure now were tears puddled at your lower lash line. You squeezed your eyes to force them out.

"(Y/N)? What's troubling you? You never lock the door."

Again, you could practically see him. See him leaning on the door with his tie hanging loosely around his shirt collar. You could see his pressed dress pants creased only at the top of his thighs. You could see his shirt tucked in perfectly with only one button undone at the top. He always undid that one on the elevator.

"Are you alright?" His voice reminded you of the current situation. You knew that he would break open the door thinking that you were hurt if you didn't say something. Anything. But it was hard to force any words out.

"Y...Yes. I just wanted a shower." Your voice wouldn't convince anyone of your pretend tranquility.

"Hm," he paused. "I wanted to join you. Or perhaps you're almost finished?"

"Mhm. I'll be out soon." You mustered out. He hovered next to the door for a few moments before you heard him walk back towards the bed. You let out a breath.

Pull yourself together. You thought, harshly wiping away at your face. You pressed cold water onto your eyes to minimize their puffiness; doing so didn't seem to work. Letting yourself sob once more before bottling it all up, you turned off the water. You silently patted yourself on the back for thinking to bring in your pajamas into the shower, lest you had to walk past Jumin in a towel to get them.

You allowed yourself to put on the white shorts and pinstriped tank top slowly, giving yourself more time to tuck away the sadness. Every time you almost started to cry, you either shook your head or lightly slapped your cheek. It was something you did ever since you were little, almost as if to say suck it up and stop it. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you felt and looked disheveled — all the more reason to feel so horrible.

You shook your head for the last time, finger brushed through your hair, and opened the door. At the end of the walkway was Jumin sitting at the edge of the bed undoing his shirt buttons. Seeing him smile at you made your heart drop. But your seemingly primal attraction to him forced you to make small steps towards him until you were a few feet away. He reached out his arms and lightly grabbed your waist, pulling you in between his legs. It felt strange to see the top of his head as he was sitting and you were standing. His fingers ran up and down your torso before squeezing your hips gently.