Safekeeping (Jumin x Reader)

4: Breakfast

The next day, you woke up in a panic. Where am I!? You thought as you jolted up. Looking around, you took a deep breath. Ah yes, Mr. Han's house. Rubbing your eyes you proceeded to exit your cloud of a bed. Looking down at your hand, you saw your make-up had rubbed off on it, meaning you had forgotten to remove it.

Ugh, shower it is then. You moved to the en suite bathroom, opening the door to see practically a waterfall as a shower and a massive tub. Instead of admiring your surroundings however, you quickly stripped and begun the process of cleaning yourself.

You took your time, enjoying the hot water, when suddenly the smell of pancakes wafted into the bathroom. Mmmm... I'll have to go check out that smell. It reminded you of home. The home before all of this mess. Your foster mother had always made all of the kids pancakes on Wednesday mornings. Tears pricked your eyes when you recalled the last time you saw her.

"You're not listening to me! You never listen to me!" You screamed at her, while she looked back at you.

"I'm listening to you, you just aren't being rational. You're too young to be going to those types of parties."

"I'm not! Stop treating me like a baby! You don't know these people! These are my friends!"

But they weren't. They left you alone and intoxicated after you went through all of the trouble of sneaking out. And that's when they took you.

Shaking off the terrible feeling, you dried your hair with a towel, slipped on Jumin's white tee-shirt and his silk black boxers. Or at least you assumed they were his. Quickly walking down the stairs, you followed your nose to the kitchen.

"Ah, Hel--" Jumin's words caught in his throat. You looked so... sexy. Without the heavy make-up and fancy clothes, you looked a little more approachable, a little more touchable.

"Hello, Mr. Han." You responded lightly.

"Mister-- No, no, please call me Jumin. Feel free to have some breakfast. I hope this is to your liking." Jumin ventured.

"Ju~min~ I like it."

Jumin blushed. He had felt this way before... with MC. She had done a similar thing for him, made him feel a similar way before he even met her. 

As you dug into your pancakes, you monitored the rich business man before you. He was also eating, but it was methodical. As if he had a careful routine that he couldn't break. Suddenly, your vision filled with white.

"Elizabeth! Are you saying hello to our new guest?" Jumin laughed.

"Meow~"

You hesitantly reached out to touch her. She looked very soft and you had never had a pet before. Before you could reach her fur, she lept away. Frowning, you glanced up at Jumin.

He didn't like that. The frown didn't suit you. He quickly got up and scooped up Elizabeth 3rd, bringing her over to you.

"Oh!" You exclaimed. He didn't seem as if he would care if you pet his cat, but here he was, kneeling in front of you, presenting his cat. Hesitantly, you reached out and buried your hand in her white fur. She purred lightly and you grew a small smile. This was nice. Looking at Jumin, you also saw a smile on him. You liked it, it looked good on him. Suddenly, your hand had a mind of its own and you went from petting Elizabeth's soft white hair to Jumin's soft black hair.

He blushed deeply, and you quickly retracted your hand.

"Sorry." You murmured as you blushed as well, burning a hole with your eyes into your food.

Scrunching up his forehead, Jumin worried. Did I embarrass her? I'd like her to feel comfortable. She's welcome to touch me. More than welcome. Jumin stayed crouching for another minute before an idea popped into his head. That gift that the RFA got me! Jumin retreated briefly.

You breathed out a sigh of relief. You had been so embarrassed. He hadn't bought you to simply have you. He had bought you to free you. At least so he said. Granted, you were living in his house. Soon enough, Jumin returned and sat across from you.

"Can I make you smile, meow?"

Looking up, you were greeted with the sight of Jumin Han. With cat ears on.