Jumin kneeled on the ground in front of you.
"Raise your arms above your head." He commanded calmly. The only way he was going to get through this without being inappropriate was to be as professional as possible. Think of this as Jaehee.... Yes, that should help. Jumin thought to himself.
You obeyed his orders and raised your arms above your head.
As he grabbed the hem of your shirt, he carefully lifted it upwards, dragging his fingers lightly against your skin, gathering the fabric in his hands. Halfway up your torso he realized something very important.
She's not wearing any underwear. Jumin felt his nose start bleeding just slightly. Taking a deep breath through his mouth, he moved the shirt above your breasts, touching your armpits in the process.
"Ahh!" You laughed and shrieked as your arms jerked downwards. Jumin's hand bumped against your chest and instantly, he released your shirt and fell backwards. You could practically see the steam rising off of his face as he looked at the ceiling, attempting to calm himself down.
"Sorry, Ju~Ju~ I'm ticklish." You laughed and offered
"JuJu?" Jumin held his head as he sat back up, ready to battle the sight of you topless. With a deep breath, he opened his eyes and tried his best to maintain eye contact with no emotion. But the goofy smile on your face eventually had him smiling back.
"I'll try to be good now. Keep helping me, please!" You smiled even bigger.
Jumin chuckled lightly as he grabbed your shirt again. He managed to get it off of your body. Lazily, you flopped your arms back down, causing your breasts to jiggle, which in turn made you laugh. This lead to more jiggling. Eventually, Jumin just sat back and enjoyed the moment. You were definitely not Jaehee, and he decided to be happy with it. Who knew if he was going to get to enjoy such a scene again.
"Alright, YN. Let's stand up." Jumin lifted his body up and offered you an arm, which you graciously accepted. As you stood up on shaky legs, you fell against Jumin's chest, giggling. Jumin smiled at this and relished the feeling of your chest pressed against his. "Arm." He ordered as he held out the button up for you to get into.
"Arm!" You cheered back.
"Other arm."
"Other arm!"
Jumin took a step back and began buttoning up the shirt, sealing away your goodies from sight. As the last step, he slid his hands underneath the shirt, hooked his fingers into the boxers you were wearing and pushed down.
"And to bed we go." Jumin issued his final order, holding out his arm to accompany you.
You stepped out of the boxers and followed Jumin to his bed. As you crawled onto the bed, you watched as Jumin decided to dress himself in more appropriate clothing. He turned away from you, preserving what modesty he had left. He took off his shirt, allowing you to marvel at his well sculpted back. You watched the muscles in his shoulders work hard to pull the new, identical tee-shirt on. Then, after a moment of hesitation, he dropped his pants. Quickly, a pair of designer pajama pants were pulled up in replacement of the designer dress pants.
Jumin sat on the edge of the bed, as he removed his socks. Today had been a long day. As he reached out to grab his book, he was dragged backwards. You had smashed his head to your chest and fallen backwards. Before he could even protest, he heard a quiet snore coming from you.
I guess this is fine. He thought as he tried to get comfortable in your vice-like grip.
YOU ARE READING
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...
