Mystic Messenger [Fan Fiction]

Episode 5: The desired freedom

💮Jumin Han💮

He slept in another bedroom. Of course, I wouldn't let him sleep beside me last night, no matter how much he told me to. It's already eight in the morning and I'm sure he has already gone to work. I slipped out from the blankets and carefully climbed down from the bed. It's never wrong to be cautious, anyway.

I opened the door a bit and peeked. The living room was quiet. I heaved a deep breath. Sheesh. No matter which room I'd go in, it's always huge and wide. Too huge and wide that it makes me a bit uncomfortable. How could he have lived in this penthouse when it feels so empty?

I waltzed out of the room, confident that he wasn't there.

"Good morning, (Y/N)."

"Gaaaaaaaaaah!!!!" I jumped back at the sound of his greeting. He was actually on the sofa, wearing his white polo, his usual black slacks paired with his black leather shoes. His arms were crossed and he looked up at me. "Why are you still here?! You're already late for work!!"

"Hm. Your bedhead is cute." On reflex, I hurriedly brushed my hair with my hands and then he continued, "My assistant will be mad." I saw him sigh. "I already hear her voice enough in my office. She kept calling me and kept nagging."

And why does this make me feel as if he's complaining to me like a little boy? I rolled my eyes at him and headed for the kitchen. I'm thirsty and hungry. "Why didn't you leave then?" A part of me was thinking that maybe he knew about my plan and that definitely scared the shit out of me. I was grabbing a glass when I heard his answer.

"You were asleep. I couldn't leave just, yet."

"Huh?" I looked at him over my shoulder. From where I was standing, I could see the back of his head.

"You haven't picked a necktie for me."

"Ne-Necktie?"

"Yes. I've always wanted someone to pick a necktie for me. Whatever necktie I wear is important in the office. I can't leave without a necktie. You were asleep. Therefore, I waited for you to wake up."

I kept looking at his back. Somehow, it made me feel sad and lonely. The ray from the sun had seeped its way in, basking his form, almost shadowing a part of him. "Why... Why do you want me to decide for something so important such as the necktie you'd wear?"

"Isn't that obvious?" he still didn't face me. But the following words he said sounded so natural--as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Because basically, you're my wife."

I could feel my pulse accelerating at what he said. It felt like a warm hand had touched my chest. My cheeks felt a bit hot. I quickly turned around and drank a glass of water. I heaved a deep breath and headed back into the bedroom--his bedroom. I wasn't surprised seeing that it was neat--which fit his image. Though I know he can't be the one who cleaned it.

I scanned the room for his closet when I saw that on a table where mirrors as big as the wall stood across the wall of his room, there was a necktie neatly placed. My forehead knotted.

"My maid picked that for me," he said from behind me, which made me flinch. Before I could make a remark, he spoke. "But I want the necktie you'd pick for me. Which necktie should I wear today?" He was looking at me. He leaned his back on the doorframe while he had his arms crossed across his firm chest. He tilted his head to the side, his eyes never leaving mine.

I ripped my gaze off from him and opened his closet. Sure enough, there were neckties neatly folded. The necktie that caught my eye was dyed in dark red--almost the color of blood. Personally, I like the color. I couldn't make him wear something just because I personally like it, right? Come to think of it, what color does he like? Wait. Why am I thinking about this?