Mystic Messenger [Fan Fiction]

FINAL EPISODE: Jumin lets me go

💮Jumin Han💮

A/N: This episode will be from a Third Person's POV.

(Y/N)'s eyes slowly fluttered open. She could feel the warm, soft sheets beneath her. She also had a blanket over her body. She looked at the window and the sunset was peeping, its light painting her room orange and red.

She tried to move her hand only to find that it was heavy and it seemed to have been wrapped in something warm. She looked beside her and found Jumin with his arms on her bed and his face buried there. What stopped her from moving her hand was Jumin's hand wrapped around hers.

Slowly, she sat up, making a rustling sound. This woke Jumin up. His head slowly rose, his droopy eyes fell on her. Maybe it was the sunset's light in the room...because Jumin's expression softened as he smiled--his face painted with relief. "You're awake," even his voice sounded a lot gentler.

"Jumin," she meekly said. "What happened? Last thing I remember..." she flinched when Jumin squeezed her hand.

"That was Sarah," he began as he sat up and ran hid fingers through his hair. "Her sister sent an invitation around the same time your mother did..." He rubbed the bridge of his nose, his other hand never letting go of hers. "But I accepted yours."

"Before I thank you for saving me...how did you know where I was?"

"I asked Saeyoung to install a GPS device on the dress I bought you."

"You did what?!"

He nodded and looked straight at her. "It served its purpose. I had a feeling you were planning to escape."

"Wh...how...."

There's that gentle smile again. "Because as I've always said, you are fierce. Stubborn. You always want things to go your way. You are straightforward, too..." then he let out a sigh. "To be honest, your actions are dragging out something in me. It...It makes me want to manipulate you."

Her eyes grew wider at what he said. His voice was quiet but it was heavy. "You don't listen to anything I say," he continued. She secretly scoffed. This, coming from you?! she thought quietly to herself. "Which makes me want to make you. You even give off the vibe of wanting to escape...which makes me want to tie you down."

Then he looked at her again. His face was serious this time, "Not only with a rope but with a ring on your finger, too."

(Y/N) was too surprised to even formulate a witty remark at what he said. Jumin was showing his real face now. He was telling her his thoughts. But could she do the same? Would she?

She knew from the very start, from the moment they met, that she had fallen for him. Yet she didn't want to admit. She was too scared. She was frightened he would think of her on the same level as the women his father has been with. Or the women who would gladly strip themselves naked infront of him just to get his attention and wealth.

She was scared. She was sold by her mother. Their business was steadily dropping and her mother found that solution. No matter how much she tried to deny the fact, it was still there.

She liked Jumin. But she was scared. Scared she might not be on the same level as him. That she might not be able to be toe to toe with the man she had fallen for the moment they met.

Jumin was way out of her league.

(Y/N) heaved a deep breath, preparing herself to tell him everything she'd been bottling up inside her up until now when Jumin spoke.

"Truth be told, we've only just met." Her heart pounded. "But," Jumin continued. "Why does it not feel that way? Even when we've only just been together for a day and even when we did not sleep beside each other, somehow, my penthouse doesn't feel at all that empty like it usually did. Elizabeth seems to like you, too."