Mystic Messenger [Fan Fiction]

Extra [Jumin Han]

You had just come home from an office party, feeling tired and burnt out since they had forced you to drink some booze. Eventually, you drank too much they had to call your husband over--who was still working but he, of course, chose you over his overtime as the CEO of the company he was working on.

On the way home, he never spoke a word to you until you heard the door behind you shut close and there was a faint "click."

You didn't mind since you were still removing your shoes, a hand on the wall for support since your vision was a blur and it felt like the ground was dancing. Only then will you hear his deep voice resonating on the walls, "Why did you drink?"

"HuntheyforcedmeplusIdidn'twantto--hic!--spoilthefun~" your words came out a slur followed by a giggle. You squealed next when you felt his hand grab you by your small arm and pinned you to the wall, both of your wrists to his disposal.

His raven hair was soft and it fell over his forehead and you wanted to touch it but no, his grip on your wrists was tight--strong. His eyes-- piercing your soul-- now looked like an angered sea as they swirled with emotions, his razor thin lips shut in a straight line--his jaw locked.

"Hun...?" you managed to say.

"Where did the bastards touch you?"

"Touch? No one touched m--nggh!" you squealed again when you felt his knee between your thighs, separating your legs as he then leaned closer, his mint breath brushing against your lips.

"Where?" he'd asked again, more fiercely this time.

Squeezing your eyes shut, getting intoxicated by his scent more than the alcohol, you muttered, "M-My neck..."

"Here?" without wasting a single second, he dived straight for your neck, his breath warm against it as you felt his warm tongue trailing from your collar bone to your jugular as you'd feel him release a low growl before he lightly nibbled on it-- the tickling sensation making you elicit a soft moan. "Where else?"

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Idk if I should continue this or...