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{REQUESTED} Amnesia: Jumin X Reader (Fluff) -Part Two-

(This was requested by GiaBird and part two is officially out XD A smidge of mature content, by the way XD)
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"Assistant Kang, please come with me to my office," Jumin asked Jaehee.

"Alright," she said giving you a smile before leaving.

You smile back and walk to your desk, getting back to your work. You don't really do anything besides organize the papers Jaehee gave you, but only for now, just so she can teach you how to work like you used to.

After for about fifteen minutes, the door opened, Jaehee filed out as Jumin followed. They were now both walking to you.

"Um, (Y/N), Mr. Han will be the one to teach you how to your work now, I guess."

"Wh-what? What about you?"

"He insisted-no, persisted he does it."

You slightly huff in your thoughts. You were mad, until you realized why are you feeling this way.

You shake it off as you say, "alright."

"Come on Ms. (L/N). Let's go to my office."

"Ok," you said as you grabbed your remainder things, following into his office.

You walked in, putting your things on a chair, but then you heard the door lock. You looked up from putting your stuff down as Jumin was leaning his back against the door, his right hand on the door knob, pointer finger and thumb on the lock. You looked him up and down and realized he's almost acting... seductive or lustful, but just a bit.

He then moved his hand away from the door knob, placing it on the door and pushing himself off of it, now standing straight.

He walked to his desk, pulling his chair out and sitting in it almost gracefully. He then put his elbows on his desk, intertwining his hands together, putting his chin on his hands, and looking at you.

You sat in his extra seat a little warily, looking at his steel grey eyes.

"(Y/N)."

"Y-yes," you said, gulping the big lump in your throat.

"Are you sure you don't remember me?"

"Y-yes."

"So you don't remember us fighting?"

"N-no."

"You throwing coffee at me?"

"No."

He then stood up once again, walking towards you until he stopped. You looked down, not wanting to meet his awkward unknown, and intense, stare. He then brought his hand up, putting it under your chin, lifting it up so you could look in his eyes.

"Do you remember... us?"

What is he talking about? What does he mean by us? Like, do we really really hate each other, are we actually friends, am I secretly his step mother? Or, unless we were in some kind of relationship?

"... no."

His stare then turned into a sad expression, almost as if he was about to cry. He was now looking down.

  "M-mr. Han? Are you alright?"

  "I'm glad you don't remember that day, but I wish you remembered everything before that."