10 Days (Jumin Han x Reader) COMPLETED

Day 7

You don't talk about it.

"Let me forget," You'd whispered into Jumin's ear yesterday as he hovered over you. His body was naked and his eyes were filled with desire, but he still had the restraint enough to ask if you were 'sure about this.' "Make it so that I only think of you."

At the time, you'd said the words in reference to the activities the two of you were about to partake in, but Jumin seems to have taken them to heart. For the rest of the day—even when you both were out of bed and awkwardly trying to cook yourselves a romantic dinner—Jumin never left your side.

Indeed, for that brief time, all that mattered was that he was with you. Smiling at you. Loving you.

But that can't last.

You sigh, staring out the windowed wall of Jumin's penthouse. On your second day here, you'd spent a morning similar to this one: just staring out, watching taxis go by, the early-morning people move about, lights from buildings far off flicker on and off. It feels somewhat surreal to have so much going on with zero repercussions to you.

It makes you feel detached.

"My love?" Jumin asks, his voice still carrying traces of his morning drowsiness. Your first days here, the man had been nothing short of pristine in the mornings, maintaining his businessman facade of perfection. At last, though, he's allowed you to see the real him: bedhead, pajamas, and all.

"I didn't expect you to get up," You call over your shoulder, throwing him a bashful smile. "You sleep like a brick, you know."

You almost laugh at the startled expression on Jumin's face at your words, but settle for only breaking a smile. Your hands hold a rather large cup of coffee, dangerously close to overspilling, and you don't want to cause a mess.

Jumin finally chuckles, walking toward you slowly before wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. You can feel his sleepiness in the way his hands slowly rub your sides, quietly seeking the warmth from you that he had when he was still under the covers. "In my defense, four in the morning is an hour that even I am unaccustomed to rising at." Jumin hesitates, before continuing. "What has you up this early?"

"I wanted to watch the sunrise," You confess. It's true. Ever since you saw this glorious wall: composed entirely of glass panels polished so cleanly that one almost doesn't notice them, you've been wanting to watch the sun greet you along with the city as it rises from its own slumber.

"You're two hours early, my love."

"Well, I also wanted to see the city." You sip your coffee, leaning into Jumin's touch when he begins pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses to your neck.

"Fond of landscapes?" Jumin asks, trailing his lips up to your ear.

"I suppose? I've only ever had the opportunity to look at cityscapes in all my travels, really, but I have always wanted to see a natural 'scape. A nice, countryside hill, maybe. Or a field of flowers—like the ones in the movies."

"Oh?" Jumin asks, pausing his kisses. He steals a taste of the coffee in your cup, licking his lips before continuing. "How is it that such an accomplished businesswoman such as yourself has never seen something simple as a field of flowers? Don't you fly over them all the time during your travels?"

You shake your head, wondering what business trips Jumin is going on that brings his planes close enough to see such sights. "My flights take me from city to city, and I was born and raised here. I've never actually seen anything other than a cityscape."

"A pity," Jumin mumbles, finally ceasing his ministrations and opting to rest his head on top of yours. "Do you enjoy this sight, at the very least? I purchased this penthouse apartment specifically for the view."