Cityscapes (Jumin Han x OC)

Chapter 29

Jumin's shirt smelled just like him. I was just mostly upset that he managed to get my underwear size correct. How did he manage to do that after all...? I thought I looked like an 85, but I suppose I do look like a 90. A shame.

His shirt fit me well. By well, I mean it was large on me, but still comfortably so. Jumin is so tall and thin, it was perfect. I walked down the hall, to see him laying on his bed petting Elizabeth while going through his phone. He looked over at me, quickly putting down his phone. He stood up, walked towards me, and kissed me, holding me by the waist.

"Oh, sleep next to me tonight," he whispered into my ear, while still holding me close.

"Jumin," I scolded.

"Nothing like that. Just...keep me warm," he whispered.

"Alright," I whispered back. He held me close, as he flipped off the light with a free hand.

He let me go as he moved his phone and Elizabeth off of the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed. I went to the opposite side and sat down. Jumin laughed a bit.

"You don't have to wait for me to do something," Jumin said.

"Well...I'm patient."

Jumin got up and walked to the window, opening the curtains so the bright lights of the city shined through the floor to ceiling window.

"That's one hell of a night light," I said quietly. Jumin smirked, his face now visible through the light of the city. He walked towards me and lifted me up off of the bed. He placed me down so I sat further back on it. He pressed down on my shoulders slightly, so that I took the cue to lie down. He pressed one leg on top of the bed, straddling me, and kissed me. He kissed my neck, and then looked at me in the eyes.

"I said its not like that. I've just been waiting so long to kiss you like that." He whispered. He then stood up, walked to the other side of the bed, and climbed in. I was still in a state of shock from the magic of that moment. After recovering, I stood up and climbed in next to Jumin, feeling his warmth.

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I woke up the next morning and Jumin had wrapped his arm around my shoulders, and my head was nuzzled into his neck, with my arm wrapped around my waist. He was awake already, scrolling through his phone. I hadn't even moved and he noticed I was awake.

"Good morning," he whispered, moving his fingers through my hair. Jumin seemed to be scrolling through work emails, and text messages. Every couple of seconds, he would get a message from his father telling him to respond, and he would ignore it.

"Mmm...good morning," I mumbled sleepily.

"I've been waiting for you to wake up so we can make breakfast since someone wanted to help so badly," Jumin joked.

"The deal was fair. You could've woken me up."

"Mmm...never," he said, kissing my forehead. "Let me get dressed, then...we'll cook." He said standing up. He walked to his bathroom, and I heard the shower start going. I suppose he isn't just getting dressed.

I looked around for anything for me to get dressed in until I noticed a small bag on top of his dresser, from one of the shops in the apartment. Inside was a set of clothes Jumin must've bought last night for me. I put on the shirt, which was a black sweater, and the black skirt, again...offended that he knew I was a 55 and not a 44. I went downstairs, and brushed my teeth as well as did my hair. Jumin still wasn't done, so I head back up and sat down on the bed. I decided to finally check my phone while I waited for Jumin.

While dozens of the phone calls were from my parents, and former friends, one was from Jaehee. I decided to give her a callback.

"Miran!" She greeted happily.

"Hello, Jaehee," I said, preparing for her to ask a million questions.

"I'm glad that Mr. Han finally told the world...it was getting tiring hearing him complain every day about not being with you," Jaehee said.

"Oh? Really?"

"Miran, do you really not know how much he cares about you? He couldn't stop talking about you. Maybe now that he finally did this he'll feel a lot better," Jaehee groaned.

I heard the bathroom door open. "Miran, let's make breakfast," Jumin said walking by the door, with Elizabeth trailing him.

"Oh my god, that's Mr. Han," Jaehee said. She hung up immediately. I couldn't help but laugh a little. I ran down the stairs quickly, seeing Jumin taking out the strawberries. Jumin had put on a brown sweater and black dress pants. I smiled, as he began to slice the strawberries quite thinly.

"Can you heat up the griddle, Miran? Butter and all that?" he asked.

"Sure," I answered, heading towards the refrigerator. I turned on the griddle and spread the butter on top. As I was waiting, Jumin came up behind me, hugging me from behind. He placed a strawberry in my mouth, surprising me a small bit, but nevertheless, making me smile. Jumin then switched places with me and poured a small bit of batter on the pan.

"Here. Take this key. In my office, to the back left, there is the wine cellar. Grab the champagne, will you?" Jumin handed me a key with his one free hand as he prepared the meal. I headed into his office and saw a door. I unlocked the door and walked inside of the wine cellar. The room was perfectly cool and was meticulously organized. The left side was reds, and the right side was whites. Clearly, it was organized by date, and type, but as he said, he only has one type of bottle of champagne. There wasn't a variety, so it was near impossible to find the champagne section. As I was searching, I heard Jumin's footsteps.

Ugh. I can't even find this! What will he think of me now?

I turned to the door before Jumin even got there. He looked at me. "I realized you would never find it in here. I don't store it upright, so you would never be able to tell the difference. Beyond that...it's on the top shelf," Jumin said smirking, as he casually grabbed the bottle off of the shelf I would never be able to reach anyway.

"Jumin!" I scolded as he left out of the wine cellar. He took the keys back, and I closed the door behind me. As Jumin walked back to the kitchen, he opened up the bottle so meticulously that the cork did not pop, nor did he lose control of it. I can barely open a bottle of champagne, period, let alone that well.

"Make mimosas, please," Jumin requested. I added one part orange juice to the bottom of two champagne flutes, and then one part champagne, feeling quite proud of myself. Jumin set down the plates of breakfast he had made, and I set down my mimosas next to them respectively. Looking, Jumin hadn't made strawberry pancakes, but instead strawberry cream cheese crepes.

"Oh, why aren't you a chef?" I groaned, sitting down at the breakfast bar.

"Because I'm not that good at cooking. Just strawberry breakfast items," He chuckled sitting next to me.