"This is a classic red. Inhale deeply before you sip." Jumin handed you a small glass of wine.
"Wine with spring rolls? This... hic... seems odd." You remarked as you accepted the drink. The dinner had been a leisurely one, and even now, two hours in, you hadn't quite finished your now cold food. Jumin either had questions for you, a story to tell or a new wine to try. And now you had tried a lot of wine.
"Well if you don't like this one, I think a dry, white wine would work particularly well."
"Are you like, lonely?" You asked, bluntly.
This stunned Jumin. You hadn't been particularly talkative, but he realized you were a little more intoxicated than he had thought.
"Hmm. Perhaps I miscalculated your tolerance. I believe it may be best for you to go to sleep."
"Yes, please, Jumi~ hic ~ carry me to bed!" You threw your arms out to him, disregarding your last question entirely.
Jumi? Hmm. Incredibly odd. I'm not sure how I feel about such a name. But anything that comes out of her mouth seems to enchant me. Jumin thought as he stood up and walked over to you.
"Alright. Come up with me. I shouldn't trust your steadiness on the stairs anyhow." Delighted, he lifted you up like a child, allowing your head to rest on his shoulder. As he marched up the staircase, you stomach shook with each step. Spring rolls and wine had been a poor combination after all. As he opened the door to his bedroom, a place he felt he could best take care of you, you desperately searched for a trash can. Upon noticing the absence of one, you turned your head towards Jumin's ear.
"I'm going to be sick." You whispered.
This shocked Jumin. Is she really that intoxicated? I partook in the same amount of wine as her, yet I barely feel the effects... am I truly and alcoholic as those in the messenger joke? He quickly stepped to the bathroom, a conveniently tiled room, and set you onto the floor.
"I know this is uncomfortable, YN, but please bear with me." He reached down and retrieved the empty trash can for you. "Please... relieve yourself... in this if you must." He frowned at your state. You were still in the very clothes you had first put on, your hair was a mess and you looked positively green. He sat down next to you, feeling guilty.
"I apologize, YN. I certainly didn't mean to push you and make you so ill."
"S'all right." You laid your head on his shoulder.
"Do you want some new clothes? I noticed that you haven't changed."
"Sure." You lifted your head and placed it directly over the trash can, just in case.
Well... I'm certainly not going to dress her in the clothes I provided her this morning. He stood in his room thinking. And no stores are open at this time with adequate clothing... I suppose she'll have to suffice with my clothing once again. He smiled slightly at this, since he adored the sight of you in his clothes. As he shuffled through his drawers, he came across a pin striped button up. This will work wonderfully.
As he grabbed the shirt and walked back into the bathroom, he was greeted with the sight of you with your head tilted back against the wall.
"I hope this will do." Jumin stated as he held out the shirt to you.
"Help me with it." You requested. You were exhausted and ready to sleep. You had noticed the small buttons and decided that at this point, it was beyond you.
His cheeks turned pink. "W-What?"
"Help me get dressed please."
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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...
