10 Days (Jumin Han x Reader) COMPLETED

Day 8

Mornings with Jumin are peaceful. They're slow, longlasting, and calm as the two of you both shake off the blanket of sleep that had kept you cozy all night.

The water of the shower is warm as it hits your body, Jumin's gentle hands even warmer as he helps you wash—but for the first time, he settles for just that. An innocent kiss on your shoulder, before shampoo washes it off. A subtle cup of your rear, as he slides his hand down with the water, before letting his hand glide back up to your back. A tender moment where he rests his forehead atop yours, before pulling back and running his hands through your hair to feel the lingering softness induced by the conditioner.

It's intimate without the intimacy. Closeness without togetherness. Love without overt expression, but presently there nonetheless.

The two of you don't speak, content with merely enjoying each other's company, and as you exit Jumin's private bathroom, you can't help but think that this is the type of morning you want to live out for the rest of your life.

In truth, the thought would probably weigh heavily on your mind all morning, as you try to force thoughts of Chairman Han—and how he's stealing that potential life from you—to the back of your mind, but another distraction serves the purpose altogether.

"Elizabeth!" You exclaim in surprise, prompting Jumin to poke his head into the bedroom. "What are you doing on the bed, sweetie?" You ask her, crawling back onto the sheets to stroke her lovely fur. The blanket is still warm with the memory of your bodies.

"Hm, she's not used to sleeping without me," Jumin muses, returning to bed with you. You instantly relax when his arms wrap around you, sandwiching your body between him and Elizabeth as she purrs into his hands. "I suppose she missed the bed."

She won't need to worry about that for much longer, you can't help but think. The fact that tomorrow is the final day before your wedding to Chairman Han is something that you haven't been able to forget for even a second. But for the sake of preserving the morning atmosphere of tranquility, you keep the thought to yourself.

"What a princess," You respond, smiling. "Ah! Jumin, her fur is going to get caught in my hair! I just showered!"

You groan, suddenly remembering just how much this snowy angel sheds. You can already see the white hairs sticking to your wet, (h/c) hair, and you try to gather your hair in a fist to push it behind you when Jumin's nonchalance stops you.

"What's wrong with a little fur?" He nuzzles your neck. You can feel him close his eyes, and in this position, both of you so comfortably spread out on the bed, you can tell that he's being pulled back into the comfortable arms of slumber.

"Jumin, I can feel you falling asleep on me," You warn.

"Hm" is his dismissive response as he rests his head atop yours. You contemplate letting the ravenhead sleep for a few more hours—you certainly wouldn't mind being wrapped in his arms like this, it's so cozy—but you ultimately decide against it.

"Jumin~" You coo, turning around to face him. He twitches when you stir in his arms, but apart from that, he looks like he's already dozing.

A devilish grin crosses your face.

You reach back, squeezing your hair into your palm. You hadn't taken the time to dry it properly, so a significant amount of water collects on the surface of your palm—enough for Elizabeth to meow in discontent when some drips onto her nose, but you ignore her. "Jumin," You repeat, giving the man one final chance. When he doesn't respond, you abandon mercy. "Oh, you're just asking for it now."

You bring your hand forward, keeping it enclosed in a fist until the palm is directly in front of the man's face. Jumin looks so innocent when he sleeps. So cute, so still, so serene. But you don't regret bursting your hand open, the momentum of the movement forcing a small rain of water down on Jumin's face.

The look of utter disbelief on his face is precious.

"(Y/N)!" He exclaims, eyes wide open now. You pull Elizabeth onto your chest as a shield as Jumin stares at you with eyes narrowed in mock anger. "Why on earth would you—"

You silence the man with a kiss, leaning back once more to savor his expression. Truly, you have the man in the palm of your hand, able to make him flustered or needy or pacified with a single action.

"I like it better when you're awake," You say with a light giggle, smiling at the pink dusting that covers Jumin's cheeks. He doesn't usually get embarrassed, but when you catch him off-guard, he still shows you his more vulnerable side.

"You could have just asked," He responds, returning the kiss. He brings one hand up to play with your hair, turning it into a makeshift pillow for the wet locks, all while stroking Elizabeth with his other hand. It's almost amusing to see him providing you both equal affection, but you suppose that's a part of his charm.

You close your eyes, bringing your hands up to drape loosely around Jumin's neck. Like him, you let your fingers play with his damp hair, wondering how he manages to keep it so soft. As usual, though, his lips take you away from your thoughts, until all that's left in your mind is him.

"I love this," He confesses after a moment. "Just you, me, and Elizabeth. I want things to be like this for the rest of our..."

You silence Jumin once more with a kiss, this time a knowing look flashing between the two of you. "There's no point in thinking about the future," You finally murmur. "All we can do is enjoy the present."

"Does it have to end?" He asks, his tone somewhat broken. Jumin keeps his eyes closed as he rests his forehead against yours, and you're grateful. You're not sure you'd be able to bear witnessing that storm of emotion whirl through his steely grey eyes again. Not when you're the cause of all that inner turmoil.

"My heart will always be here," You respond. "With you. With Elizabeth. With that painting we did yesterday. With these memories."

Jumin pauses for a while, finally opening his eyes so he can stare into yours.

"I want you to be happy," He admits. "But no matter what, neither of us gets a happy ending. If your heart stays with me...then your marriage will be miserable. But if you do manage to find happiness in my father's arms..." You hear a slight tremble in Jumin's words. His next words come in a whisper. "I don't know what I'd do with myself."

"Don't think about that," You respond instantly. "I...I could never, Jumin. Only with you."

Jumin sighs.

"You're sure about devoting your heart to a relationship that can never be?"

You nod.

Between you two, Elizabeth meows as if she understands the weight of your words.

"I will not let you down," Jumin promises. He reaches back to pull the hand you have buried in his hair, tenderly bringing it forward so that he can lay a tender kiss across the knuckles. "If you give your heart to me, then I give mine to you as well. Forever."

You giggle.

"It'll truly be something," You murmur. "A relationship without physical relations."

"The first relationship of its kind." Jumin smiles, going on to utter the words that you'd thought of yourself not twenty minutes ago in the shower. "Intimate without the intimacy."

Instinctively, you continue his phrase: "Closeness without togetherness."

Jumin nods, kissing you.

"Love without expression."

It's the best you can hope for.

Word count: 1.3k

Notes: I wanted to include some final fluff before the angst hits :( 

Comment & Vote

Next Update: 5/13/20

I do not own the rights to Mystic Messenger or any of the characters within it.