Mystic Messenger [Fan Fiction]

Such a tease!

💮 Jumin Han 💮

"Yun, my love, are you done changing?" Jumin asked for what must have been the thousandth time as he gently knocked on the door of their room.

"I-I'll be out in a minute!" he heard her reply along with some rustling.

"Love, if you don't come out in ten seconds, I will force my way inside," he warned.

"N-No...wait! I-I'm almost done!"

"One, two..."

"Ah! Jumin!"

"Three."

"Wait!" her voice seemed to have gotten closer and this made Jumin flinch as he turned the doorknob and said, "Ten!"

Yun was facing him with her mouth wide open. Her bluegreen eyes were wider than usual and her cheeks were flushed. Her brunette hair was combed to the right, with a white flower as a clip. Some strands had fallen on the sides of her face and her bangs almost covered her eyebrows. "You didn't count properly!" she'd cried, interrupting his momentarily breathless moment.

"What seems to be the matter, Love?" he'd asked as he approached her. "Do you not like the dress I bought you?"

It was a peach colored off-shoulder dress. It had a ribbon on the side of the waist and it was a bit puffed--which fit his beloved perfectly.

Yun looked away as her cheeks turned a deeper red, "I was...having trouble with the zipper."

Jumin's eyes melted as he smiled, "You are way too cute." He'd held her shoulders and gently turned her around.

He could see the white strap of her bra and he exerted all of his effort to not undo the hook as he touched the zipper--along with her skin. Yun flinched a little.

He slowly dragged the zipper upwards, making sure his finger ran through her smooth skin. She flinched again.

Jumin gritted his teeth as his hand froze. Gently, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders so he was hugging her from behind.

"Ju--Jumin?"

"Yun..."

The sound of her name being spoken in such a low, husky voice made her face flush a madder red.

"I don't want to go to my father's engagement party anymore..." he'd whispered in her ear and planted a kiss on her shoulder.

"Jumin... we have to go now..." Yun said, determined to bring her boyfriend back to sanity. When she looked at him over her shoulder and their eyes met, Yun's breath was caught in her throat at the strong gaze of the man she loves.

Jumin heaved a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair. "God, I love you so much. Do you know that?"

Yun turned around to face him and gave him her sweetest smile, "Of course, I do."

He reached for her hand and held it tight. "When we get back from the party, I will do whatever I want with you," he'd promised to himself.

"Very well," Yun replied as she looked up and held his gaze with hers as a cheeky smile formed on her lips. "I look forward to it, Jumin, love."

He could only hold her hand tighter as they exited the penthouse. True enough, his desires are swirling in him so much he might have trouble controlling himself.

When they'd arrived at the party, before entering the hall, he looked at Yun, bent towards her and whispered in her ear, "Don't ever go near any comfort room."

She looked at him, "Why?"

The corner of his lips lifted as his eyes glinted with mischievousness, "I might just grab you inside and take you right there."

And they entered the hall and everyone's eyes fell on the woman beside him. Yun was as flustered as she could get and the look of triumph flashed on his face.

He was serious, though.