10 Days (Jumin Han x Reader) COMPLETED

Day 9

"The flowers are beautiful, Jumin." You smile as you stare into the bouquet of red and white, wondering how the man had managed to discretely procure these roses when you've been all but glued to his side for the past three days. You have more tact than to ask, though, so you settle for a bashful smile up at Jumin as he pulls a single long-stemmed rose from the bundle, lifting it up and fitting it into the first knot of the elegant braid you'd woven your hair into for this special evening.

Wear this, he had mumbled an hour ago, thrusting the burgundy gown you're currently wearing into your arms. I have a surprise for you.

You ended up exiting the room fully dressed: wearing heels, earrings, a necklace, and all the other little accessories you'd managed to dig up that pair with the outfit. In truth, you'd expected that Jumin would be taking you out to a restaurant, to get your mind off of everything. When you'd next seen him, that thought had only been reinforced, staring at the man in his crisp suit, not a single strand of cat hair anywhere on his body.

But what he's prepared is more romantic than even an evening at a five-star establishment, with all its elegance and prestige.

A soft gasp escapes your lips as Jumin leads you into what was once his living room.

"How do you like it, my love?" He smiles down at you, still holding your hand as he brings it up to his lips to lay a tender kiss over the knuckles.

"Oh, Jumin." You're left at a loss for words, your response coming out in a jumble. "How—how did you do all of this? And when? It's—it's so lovely—too lovely—oh, Jumin, it's incredible. I love it. I love it so much, I love it and I love you, Jumin." You wrap your arms around the man, sighing in content as he chuckles over your complete mesmerization.

And, looking around, who wouldn't be mesmerized by this?

The living room has been reborn.

It's no longer a comfortable lounging area, with couches and a TV—it's something else entirely. Where there was once a carpet, now the hardwood floor has been exposed, revealing the vibrant color of the wood that seems to glow in the gentle lighting. All furniture has been removed, not a single couch or coffee table in sight, and the room is lined with tall wick candles, the flames flickering gently as they give off the soft scent of romance.

And there, in the very center of the room, is what brings the entire aesthetic together: a table for two, with a single candle and rose in the center of the table.

Stunning.

The table has even been moved parallel to the windowed wall you love so much, giving you both a perfect view of the city and its quiet but distant lights, and you can only stare at the sheer beauty of everything. Who would have thought that Jumin's living room could be converted into this?

"Shall we?" The man whispers, offering his arm to you as you walk forward. Your heels click quietly on the ground, and soon enough, Jumin has pulled out your chair.

You take your seat with a gracious smile.

"It's amazing," You mumble, still looking around. The walls have been stripped bare of the modern artwork previously hung, the only art in sight being the cityscape the two of you painted together just two days ago. "How much effort did it take to arrange all this?"

"That doesn't matter, my love. It was all worth it, I assure you." Jumin's gaze is soft as he strokes the top of your hand with his thumb from across the table. "Your smile has never looked so lovely."

You can't suppress the immediate grin that stretches across your features, a light blush painting itself over your cheeks. You would say something just as romantic back to him, but another man enters the room, one you recognize as Jumin's private chef. Your eyes widen in surprise for a moment, given that you haven't seen anyone other than Jumin in these past few days, but you quickly understand.