Mystic Messenger Jaehee & Jumin FanFiction

It's been a few years since we started having the parties again thanks to our new member at the time Samantha. The first one was weird and we had a serious security breach with a religious cult, called the Mint Eye. V handled it and things have been great since then. V even received his surgery to fix his eye problem. I'm not sure what happened to him to change his mind but I'm glad it did. 707 is still weird and hacking away. Yoosung is a Veterinarian and professional gamer. Samantha has taken the place of Rika and dedicates her time to fundraising and helping others. Zen is still beautiful and acting. Lastly, I'm still working for Jumin as he continues to excel at C&R. Despite being busy, things have definitely slowed down to a manageable pace and we all hangout occasionally. Life is good.

Chapter 1: Elizabeth

*Beep**Beep*

I looked down at my cell phone and realized I've received a text from Mr. Han.

"Assistant Kang please come to my apartment. Driver Kim is waiting outside for you."

"On my way Mr. Han." I responded, puzzled at why he was still at home.

I headed out of the building and Driver Kim was waiting for me just as Mr. Han had said. I hopped in the back of the clean, black town car trying to figure out what the issue could be.

"Do you know why Mr. Han is still at home?" I asked Driver Kim hoping to get some insight to the situation.

"I do not know Assistant Kang. But this is unlike him." Driver Kim responded in a soft tone.

We continued the short car ride with idle chatter and I was reminded how much I enjoyed Driver Kim's company. He was a nice guy that had a genuine heart. He-

"Assistant Kang? We have arrived." Driver Kim said, pulling me from my thoughts. "Thank you." I said quickly getting out of the car.

I briskly walked in to the lobby, quickly waved hello to the security man, and stepped into the elevator going to the top floor. As a cliché wealthy man, Mr. Han has the top apartment in the building he owns. The elevator quickly reaches the top and I jog to his door. Before I can knock I notice the door is already slightly open. Thinking the worse, I burst in the door and I see Mr. Han surrounded by wine bottles and weeping silently in the middle of the floor.

His normally crisp suit with a stripped button up shirt is heavily wrinkled and torn. His hair was a mess and his tie hung loosely on his neck. He had huge bags under his eyes by I credited that to the heavy crying. I had never seen him in such disarray. I stood there silently trying to find the words to say.

"She's gone…." Mr. Han said in a voice that was barely audible.

"Who's gone?" I asked quietly starting to pick up the wine bottles.

"Elizabeth…" He said again choking back more sobs.

"Did she escape? Where are the security guards? What is going on?" I asked concerned.

Mr. Han never calls his beloved cat Elizabeth. He refers to her as Elizabeth the 3rd, her full name. So for Mr. Han to speak her short name it's serious.

"She….died…I sent…..the security…..away…..with….her…b..b….body…." He said in between sobs.

At this moment I didn't know what to do. Elizabeth was a huge pain in my ass but she was the one thing on this planet that gave Mr. Han meaning. Most men love women, or cars, or themselves. That was not the case for Mr. Han. He loved Elizabeth. I believe if he could he would have married that cat, but now she was dead. I'd never seen Mr. Han so emotional. He was usually cold and unemotional, but now he was crying more than I had seen anyone cry. Knowing he would be distraught for a while I called the office and told them Mr. Han had come down with a serious illness and would be out for a while. I also let them know that I would personally tend to him and work from home so there wouldn't be gap in the work flow.

That clears up work, but what am I going to do with Mr. Han. I thought to myself. This isn't physical pain. That would have been easier. I could drop him off at a hospital and monitor his healing. This is emotional pain. I don't know what to do with that.

"Jaehee?" Jumin said quietly ripping me out of my thoughts. This is strange he has never referred to me by my first name.

"Yes Mr. Han?" I answered quickly.

"Will you stay with me? I don't want to be alone. I've never dealt with loss like this and I'm confused on what to do." Mr. Han said quietly.

Now this was very strange. Mr. Han has never been one to ask for help from anyone especially from a lowly assistant.

"Of course Mr. Han." I said calmly. "I already notified the company of your absence. Although I didn't tell them why. I'll work from here so no one will get suspicious and we can keep up with our due dates on current projects. There may be a small issue with the report from the marketing team. I tried to email them but I have yet to receive-"

"Please stop Jaehee." Mr. Han said interrupting me. "I don't want to think about work right now. I know work was my way of dealing with issues, but this is different. This is something that can't be dealt with by working more." Jumin said sadly.

"Okay Mr. Han." I replied softly. "Is there anything you need?"

Mr. Han didn't respond or move. He just stared at the ground has fresh tears rolled down is pale face. I decided to finish cleaning up the empty wine bottles and quickly helped Mr. Han onto his feet. I took him to his bed room and laid out some comfortable clothes for him to wear. As I turned to head out to the living room Mr. Han grabbed my arm.

"Jaehee…I'm sorry if this is asking too much, but can you help me change? I don't have the energy or the will to do anything." Mr. Han asked sadly.

"….sure…." I said hesitantly. I wasn't sure if this was the wine or his sadness talking. What I did know is we never had any romantic feelings so I knew I had nothing to worry about. It wasn't like I was stripping him down naked, it would be only to his under garments.

I quickly started to undress him until he was standing in nothing but his socks, boxers, and wife-beater. As handed him his sweatpants I noticed Mr. Han was more muscular than I had thought. In his suits he appeared very slender but know that he was standing in front of me in his under wear I could see chiseled muscles. His shoulders were broad and his arms were thick with a few veins running down them. His torso was well defined and I could faintly make out a six pack. He didn't skip leg day either. He was muscular from his head to his toes.

"Jaehee…can you please let go of the pants." He asked softly. I hadn't realized I was ogling my boss like a dazed school girl.

"Sorry Mr. Han." I replied quickly.

"Please call me Jumin. We don't need formalities now. Also I want to thank you for staying with me and as a reward I will pay you for your time here. I know I haven't been the easiest boss to work with or the nicest, but I greatly appreciate you." He said softly as he finished getting dressed.

"Mr. Han…I mean Jumin, you don't have to pay me. I'm pleased to help you." I said shocked. Jumin never wanted me to call him by his first name. This was all so new. I felt bad for his cat dying but I liked this softer more considerate Jumin. I felt bad that I even wished Elizabeth died sooner.

After Jumin finished getting dressed we walked back into the living room. He slumped down onto the couch and silently started to sob again. Feeling uncomfortable I went to the kitchen to make some tea.

I never thought I would be taking care of my boss, but I guess that's the job of an executive assistant.