As soon as he hung up, his phone rang. He looked at the time, noon, and the caller ID. It was his own house. Must be YN. He thought as he quickly answered it in English.
"Hello? What's wrong, YN?"
"Could you tell the maids, in Korean, to please leave the bed alone for now?"
"Are you using it still?"
"..."
"It's okay if you are. I understand. Please allow me to talk to them."
You motioned to the maid to come to the phone.
"Please leave the woman and the bed alone." Jumin requested politely
"Yes, Mr. Han."
"Please put her back on the phone and continue doing your work."
"Yes, sir."
"YN, dear?" He was worried about you. It was noon and you were still in bed.
"Yes, Jumin?" He loved hearing you say his name.
"Are you feeling well?"
"Not particularly."
"What can I do for you?"
"..."
"Please, YN."
"Nothing. Please, leave me be." That wasn't what you wanted though. That isn't what you felt. You wanted to tell him to come back, to help you get out of bed, to give you a reason to feel better, but you just couldn't get the words out of your mouth. Luckily, Jumin didn't need you to say any of that. He felt obligated to take care of you. And right now, he had never been happier that he didn't take you to a safe house. They would just let her lay in bed all day. They wouldn't care like I do.
"I'll be home within the hour. I'll make you lunch. Do you have any preferences? Or any dietary restrictions?"
"I don't eat meat or fish. And I'm allergic to oranges. Please do not bother. I'm not hungry." And you weren't. But secretly, you were happy to get the attention; happy that someone cared.
"Very well. Perhaps spring rolls. I will see you soon."
Jumin hung up the phone and made eye contact with Jaehee.
"I assume you understand what's happening."
"Yes, Mr. Han. Shall I direct all calls and concerns to your cell phone?"
"No, take a message or have it sent via email. I don't want to be interrupted."
"Yes, Mr. Han." Jaehee eyed her boss, suspicious of his motives. She knew what had happened with MC. In fact, she had to deal with the aftermath of it. Jumin went missing for days, then she had to hire a cleaning company that would deal with blood stains. It was terrible. She certainly didn't want to do it again, but it would have been out of line to address her boss. So she simply nodded and went along in her day.
Jumin finished up his work and hurried to have Driver Kim take him home. By the time he arrived, it was two o'clock. Quickly, he rushed up to your room; an anxious feeling overwhelming him. But there you were. Under the covers, pillow and face wet with tears. Your eyes were closed as you slept lightly. You had wanted to change into the dress provided for you, attempting to look decent for when Jumin came home, but you became overwhelmed and laid back down. In your despair, Elizabeth had come to sleep on you. It was an irresistible picture that Jumin simply had to take.
"Oh, YN. What's wrong?" He sat next to you on the bed, putting his cell phone away.
"Nothing. I just... feel like this sometimes. I apologize for ruining your day." You woke up just enough to respond.
"Ruining my... No, no YN. You did nothing of the sort. Please, let us get up from the bed. Let us make spring rolls." He was gently coaxing you, but no matter how you looked at the handsome business man in a suit, you could bring yourself to get up.
"I... can't." You stated.
"You must." Jumin had come all the way home for this, and frankly he was excited to make food with you. So as Jumin stood up, he came to a decision. If you couldn't get yourself out of bed, he would do it for you.
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Safekeeping (Jumin x Reader)
Fanfiction*Contains storyline of human trafficking and suicide* Your life had been in turmoil up until now. Stolen from your home and shipped all over the world, you were now old enough to be sold permanently. At the auction you were bought by South Korea's l...
