Mystic Messenger x Reader One-Shots

✦ Nap Time (Jumin Han)

"Hey Jumin, do you want this- oh." You tumbled into silence as you popped your head around the door to Jumin's office and found him stretched out on the leather sofa, his arms folded over his chest and his eyes closed. Black hair crossed loosely over his sleeping face. "Well shit, isn't that just the cutest thing ever," you mumbled under your breath, kicking off your heels and tiptoeing quietly into the room. Your phone was in your hand in an instant, swiping open the camera.

You held the phone aloft, positioning it so that Jumin was in the centre of the screen, then snap!

Jumin's angelic sleeping face was caught on camera. "Wait 'til I show the others," you muttered excitedly, already logging onto the chat room when Jumin gave a shuddering breath and opened his eyes.

"Hm? Oh, good morning [Y/N]," he said, his voice thick and low with grogginess. He passed a hand over his mouth, discreetly covering up a yawn.

You quickly put your phone away, brows quirked. "It's two in the afternoon," you corrected him."

He dismissed this. "Yes, well, I was up late working. Hhh, I sure am tired. Why don't you join me for a nap?"

"You've just had one," you said, your cheeks growing warm at his suggestion. You might have been his girlfriend, but this was a working environment, and people could walk in at any moment.

"Not with you," he responded smoothly, patting the seat next to him. You hesitated, then kicked the doorstop out from beneath the doorframe so that it went skittering across the carpet, letting the door swing shut behind you. You padded over to him and sat down, the leather soft and spongy as you sunk into it, curling your knees up to your chest and laying your head on his shoulder. His arm went around the back of you, pulling you close.

"Just a quick one," you mumbled, closing your eyes and focusing on the sound of Jumin's even breathing as if it were a lullaby, until you fell into a doze.

Jumin remained awake as you slept, gently stroking his fingers along the side of your face and neck. He knew you'd been working hard for the past few days, and he wanted to let you have your rest as well.

This time it was him who got his phone out and snapped a picture of your sleeping face. He admired it with a soft smile. Your face looked so young and peaceful when you were asleep, oblivious to the world.

Then he put his phone away, kissed your head and murmured, "that's definitely going on my lock screen."