Hey guys! I hope you are all doing well! I got the idea for this fan fiction after hearing the beautiful song sung by the voice actor Shin-Yong Woo who does the voice of Jumin Han! watch?v=0JDAj2lVS_s Here is the link of the song in mention (: I hope you enjoy this fan fiction. Also, I will be describing the looks of MC as I imagine them- example, since we never see her eyes, I'm giving her blue eyes.

I do not own Mystic Messenger or the song above.


The room was completely dark, the only light coming from the wicked glare of the computer screen, shining upon bespectacled eyes. Laughter came from the shrouded figure- dark, gleeful chuckles as he stared at the screen.

"Found it." He spoke in a low voice, his laughter becoming louder, more crazed, maniacal even, rolling off his tongue bouncing off the walls. The glee that this complete mastermind was feeling upon finding this information, this beautiful, wonderful tidbit of knowledge-

The lights suddenly came on, flooding the room. Seven hissed loudly, spinning around his chair to face Vanderwood.

"Vanderwood! I was having a moment and you ruined it."

Vanderwood rose a single eyebrow, otherwise unphased.

"What a pity. Now, can you stop being a fucking weirdo until you finish your work? We're on a schedule. You have time to be a creep later."

Seven pouted, slouching down into his chair, turning back to his computer and pulling up the work he had been delaying. He smiled as he heard Vanderwood's footsteps retreating, and he pulled out his phone, loading the RFA messenger app.

It was time to get his revenge.


Yoosung: Ahhh it feels so good to be on a break!

Jaehee Kang: Did you really need a break when you hardly studied anyways?

Yoosung: ...

Zen: Oooh, she got you.

MC: Haha. I can't help but agree with her.

Yoosung: *Crying emoji*

Yoosung: I know... But I've gotten so far in LOLOL! My guild is almost up at the top-ranks of the leaderboard! We're sure to get a rare item soon.

Jaehee Kang: They should make a game that has an education mechanic in it. Maybe then you would be as motivated to study and learn as you are to play.

Zen: Maybe suggest it to trust fund kid.

Jaehee Kang: Unfortunately we are too busy with the cat hotels project to focus on much of anything else.

Jaehee Kang: *crying with a tissue emoji*

Jaehee Kang: I wonder if I will ever escape this mountain of work.

-Jumin Han has entered the chatroom.-

MC: Jumin! Hello ~

Jumin Han: Hello, my dear.

Jumin Han: *smile emoji*

Jumin Han: Assistant Kang.

Jaehee Kang: Hello, Mr. Han.

Jumin Han: Have you gathered the documents for tomorrows meeting with the Cat Hotel manager? They are very important, and I have not received them on my desk yet.

Jaehee Kang: I am standing at the printer watching them as we speak.

Jumin Han: Good. Please make haste with it, as I would like to get home as soon as possible to see my wife.

Zen: *sigh emoji*

Zen: I'm going to gag, I swear.

-707 has entered the chatroom.-

707: BAMM!

707: SCREECH!

707: AGENT NUMBER SEVEN

707: ZERO

707: SEVEN

707: HAS ARRIVED!

MC: Hello, Seven.

707: hi.

Jaehee Kang: Please do not fill up the chat.

Zen: Where have you been all morning?

Yoosung: Yeah, you haven't been here since last night.

Zen: Right, when Jumin pulled you down a notch.

Jumin Han: I feel the need to state that I merely recited a fact- my intent was not to bring anyone down any 'notches'.

Zen: Still brought him down.

707: Silence!

707: Shhhhh!

707: Quiet!

707: I have come- I, the defender of justice- to execute my revenge!

Jaehee Kang: I see a contradiction in that statement.

MC: Me too.

Jumin Han: I as well.

MC: Is it really necessary to try and get revenge, though? Jumin was just annoyed because you kept bugging him about that tired rumour of him being gay- which is even more tired considering we've been married for three months. I don't blame him for pointing out you've never had a girlfriend. He did ask you nicely to stop.

Jumin Han: Indeed.

Jumin Han: My wife always knows what to say.

Jumin Han: *smile emoji*

707: SHHHHH

707: Enough!

707: I have found information that Mr. Cat Mom has not told anyone! Deep dark secrets hidden under the veil of his business suit!

Jumin Han: You looked inside my suit?

MC: He's being silly, ignore him.

Jumin Han: I see. I also see his is still insisting on using that ridiculous nickname for me.

707: You are in no position to get me to stop, Cat mom!

707: I know your secret

707: and I shall

707: now

707: right here

Jaehee Kang: *angry emoji*

Jaehee Kang: The chat!

707: Sorry ;; anyways- I have come to reveal this info! And you cannot stop me- nothing can! Not even a meteor of Honey Buddha Chips crashing into the Earth!

Yoosung: Ooooh that sounds nice! I want that!

Jaehee Kang: You definitely do not want that.

Jumin Han: Anyways, what could you have possibly found on me that could be at all incriminating? I lived a very basic life.

Zen: *sigh emoj*

Zen: Basic, he says...

Jumin Han: Yes, very. I did not do much outside the confines of my home and the lessons I learned taught by the various instructors brought there.

Zen: ... That is far from basic.

Jumin Han: Regardless, please get it over with if that's what you plan to do- the sooner I get out of here, the sooner I can organize those documents, and go home.

Jumin Han: I have a beautiful woman waiting for me.

Jumin Han: *Smile emoji*

MC: Oooh, yes Seven, please hurry!

Zen: I'm going to go die.

Zen: Goodbye.

Jaehee Kang: Please do not die.

Zen: I won't actually die. I couldn't do that to my wonderful fans~

Yoosung: Anyways, so what did you find?

707: Our resident cat mom a.k.a trust fund kid

707: has secrets we could have never guessed! Things no media has spoken about, nor has his family! Not a trace of evidence to be found!

707: unless you have the ability to hack into his family database~

Jumin Han: Pardon?

707: ANYWAYS!

707: The information I have found

707: will shatter the balance of the world!

707: The axis will tilt onto its head!

707: Day will become night!

Yoosung: What?! Really?!

Yoosung: *shocked emoji*

MC: He's being silly for dramatic effect.

Jaehee Kang: Just get on with it.

707: In his past... A secret life... A secret he doesn't even dare bring up today! From toddlerhood until the time he left his gold-crusted nest!

Jaehee Kang: Gold-crusted nest?

Jumin Han: That does not sound comfortable.

707: SILENCE!

707: Jumin Han- Cat mom- Trust fund kid- took super-mega-top-extra-secret SINGING LESSONS!

Zen: *shocked emoj*

Zen: What?!

Zen: Was he good? Please tell me he wasn't. I'm the singer here.

Jumin Han: I have no desire to compete with you.

Zen: Good.

MC: You used to take singing lessons?

Jumin Han: Yes.

MC: Why didn't you tell me?

Jumin Han: It never became a prominent part of my life and I found I rather had little care for it. It also never seemed to be important enough to mention.

Jumin Han: I am also much more focused on the lovely woman before me when we talk.

Zen: Gag. Gag. Gaggg.

MC: I would love to hear you sing.

Zen: Me?

MC:... My husband.

Jumin Han: Haha.

Yoosung: *surprised emoji*

Yoosung: HE LAUGHED!

Jaehee Kang: *surprised emoji*

Jumin Han: Anyways, I do not feel that is a beneficial thing to do. It seems it would be a waste of time and completely unproductive.

MC: I would still like to hear it though. I'm curious to hear what your voice is like.

Jumin Han: Really? Then I will have to consider it.

Jumin Han: *smile emoji*

Jumin Han: But, for now- Assistant Kang, bring me those documents. I have to tend to my beautiful treasure at home.

Jaehee Kang: Yes, Mr. Han.

MC: Goodbye Jaehee! I'll keep Jumin busy tonight, so you have a good night relaxing ;)

Jaehee Kang: I am going to ignore any hidden meaning behind that statement and leave it at a simple thank you.

Jaehee Kang: Ill be off, then.

-Jaehee Kang has left the chatroom.-

Jumin Han: I should go as well. I will organize those documents as soon as Assistant Kang arrives, and then I will head home to you, my love.

MC: I'll be waiting!

Jumin Han: *smile emoji*

Jumin Han: I hope you're wearing what I picked out for you.

-Jumin Han has left the chatroom.-

Zen: ... What did he pick out for you, exactly?

MC: That's a secret.

Yoosung: *blush emoji*

Yoosung: Marriage seems so nice~

Zen: *sigh emoji*

Zen: I can't believe that guy got married before me.

MC: Well, I suppose I'm attracted to cat moms.

Yoosung: Wait, why isn't Seven replying anymore?

707: i

707: heilweiw

707: yeowieua

Zen: I think he's upset that Jumin wasn't phased by his revenge.

MC: Can you even call that revenge..?

707: THIS

707: IS NOT

707: OVER!

707: ZEN.

Zen: ?

707: MY HOUSE. NOW.

-707 has left the chatroom.-

Zen: What?!

Yoosung: What do you think he's up to?

Zen: God. Nothing good, probably. I should go.

MC: Be safe!

Yoosung: Bye!

-Zen has left the chatroom.-

MC: I'm going to get going too, Yoosung, so I can greet Jumin properly! He should be home in about 20 minutes.

Yoosung: Alright! I have to go meet my guild now, have fun!

-Yoosung has left the chatroom.-


Seven's House.

Zen sighed as he stood at the gated entrance to Seven's place. He had a bad feeling, but he couldn't help but be curious all the same at what he planned to do to continue his supposed revenge. Zen jumped as the door flew open, a crazy-eyed Seven staring back at him, pulling him inside, slamming the door behind him.

"Seven! What the hell-"

Seven brought a finger to his lips, silencing him.

"ShhhhH!"

Zen blinked slowly, keeping silent as Seven looked around frantically. He let go of Zen, pacing around the room.

"Okay, Vanderwood won't be back until a few hours from now so we have to plan fast. I need your help."

Zen nodded slowly, raising an eyebrow apprehensively.

"With what, exactly? I'm not agreeing to anything until I know."

Seven smiled wickedly, a mischeivous glare in his eyes.

"How would you like to see Mr. Trust Fund kid squirm under pressure?"

Zen crossed his arms, intruiged, but still anxious.

"Well, it would depend on the situation. I wouldn't mind seeing him embarassed, but I don't want him to get hurt or-"

"Zen," Seven threw his hands in the air in exasperation, "I'm the defender of Justice! I'm not gonna send the mafia after him! I just need your help to force him into a contest."

"A contest."

"Yes."

"What kind of contest?"

Seven cracked his knuckles, cackling.

"I need you to find any upcoming singing contest, talent contest- whatever, and we are going to force him into it. My skills can be useful on getting him in the list, and we will push that solid pride of his so that he won't be able to back out. You know how he gets when you tell him he can't do something or will fail."

Zen nodded, rubbing his chin.

"That's true.. And I can't imagine him actually being good. This might be our chance to see him like a normal person for once, with flaws."

Seven clapped excitedly.

"Yes, yes! Exactly! So, are you in?"

A smirk crawled up onto the white-haired man's lips.

"Alright, I'm in."


Jumin's Penthouse.

MC turned as she heard the front door to the penthouse opening, smiling happily as she saw that familiar strategic mess of black hair come through. Jumin looked over to her, his stone-coloured eyes shining happily, a gentle smile on his lips. He closed and locked the door behind him, striding over to her fluidly, and MC sighed as she watched him- He was so graceful, he seemed as though he was floating rather than walking.

He reached a hand out gently, taking her left hand in his own, getting down on one knee gently before her, kissing each of her fingers on that hand sweetly, his lips lingering over the diamond of her wedding ring, his eyes gazing from her feet, up her legs, along the length of her dress, then back up to her eyes, his smile turning into a small grin.

"Hello, my love. Did I keep you waiting?"

"Oh, so long," MC feigned sadness, dramatically placing her free hand over her eyes, "I didn't think I would survive much longer here all alone!"

Jumin laughed softly, standing up. He brushed her brown locks behind her ears, leaning in to kiss each one. He loved her adorable little ears. He caressed the curves of her jaw with his thumbs, watching her intently as her eyes fluttered closed and she relaxed into the touch.

"I'm here now, my dear. I missed you as well."

MC smiled, opening her eyes, gazing up at him with her big blue orbs. She ran her fingers gently along his wrists, dancing down his forearms. She slid them onto his waist, squeezing there for a moment, eliciting a small laugh from Jumin- who she had soon found out to be quite ticklish after they were married- and ran them up to his chest, pressing firmly there, feeling his muscles through his perfectly pressed suit.

She blinked up at him through long lashes and smiled sweetly.

"How much did you miss me?"

His eyes flashed darker, and he licked his lips as he stared at her own.

"Oh, very much. You were in the corners of my mind all day."

"What were you thinking about?"

Jumin smiled, his hands tracing down her back, pressing her closer to him.

"Rather than take the time to explain, I think I would much rather demonstrate to you after dinner."

MC blushed slightly and giggled, laying her head against his chest.

"I think I will happily take you up on that offer."

He ran his fingers through her hair, sighing softly, his muscles seeming to relax as they took in her presence, like a healing energy was being bestowed upon him. He kissed the top of her head a few times over, smiling into her soft locks.

"You always make me feel better. Even just by being here. Amazing."

MC giggled into his chest, giving his collarbone a quick peck as she saw it peek out under his shirt.

"I am happy to be of assistance to my husband."

Jumin tilted her chin up with his finger, smiling lovingly at her, running his thumb softly along her lip.

"I'll never tire of hearing those words from you, my love."

"And I will never tire of saying it to you, Jumin," MC stared up at him, her smile falling slightly, "Sometimes I worry I'll wake up and this is all a dream. That I'll wake up and find that you're you, perfect and amazing, and that I'm just me, nobody, nothing-" She gasped as she was cut off by Jumin crashing his lips to hers, his hands in her hair in a moment. She whimpered against the kiss- he had never used this kind of aggressiveness before, but it wasn't exactly unwelcome.

He ran his tongue along her lower lip, sighing against her, pulling away enough to speak, "You will continue to wake up and be my wife," He pressed his lips to hers again, slipping his tongue against hers for a moment before pulling away once more, "You will continue to be the greatest treasure I have ever found," another passionate, loving kiss, "You will continue to be the absolute best thing I have ever had the pleasure of experiencing." He stared into her eyes, completely serious, and she felt tears welling up behind her eyes as he continued, "I absolutely adore you, MC," His voice was almost quivering with emotion as he trailed his fingers down her cheek, taking in all of her features, "You came to me when I needed someone most to help me figure out myself- You helped me understand parts of myself that I had alwasy hidden deep within. You fixed me."

He kissed her gently under her eyes, reaching out his tongue and licking up her tears, causing her to shiver softly as he pulled back to smile at her tenderly.

"You are far from nothing. To me, you are everything. And if this is a dream, I hope we continue to sleep forever, because life without you would be a nightmare."

MC laughed softly despite her tears, rubbing her hand against her eyes.

"I'm sorry , I'm being silly- I guess it still is taking some time to accept that you really chose me."

Jumin hugged her, gently his arms enveloping her warmly, his comforting baritone voice trailing into her ears like a song, "I believe that you chose me. I will always believe you are too good for me, and I will do everything I can to create happiness for you."

MC felt tears threatening to fall again, but this time from the sheer love she felt for this man. She pressed her face into his suit, almost regrettably as she worried about staining such expensive fabric with her tears, but he did not care. He held her tightly, whispering sweet words into her ears, words of reassurance and love, until she felt calm again.

She pulled back and sniffled, and Jumin smiled, handing her his pocket square, and she shook her head.

"No, your pocket squares are expensive-"

Jumin raised an eyebrow at her and she blinked slowly, remembering that money was no object to him. She timidly took the square and blew her nose into it, blushing as Jumin laughed.

"What's so funny?"

Jumin hid his smile behind his hand, his eyes beaming down at her.

"You just sound so cute when you blow your nose."

MC huffed, folding the square, throwing it to the trash.

"I have no idea how you can find that cute." She turned away from him for a moment, trying to hide her blush, and she sighed as she felt his hands slip around her waist, down to her hips, pressing her against his chest.

"I find everything about you cute, dear."

MC sighed, nodding.

"I know," She smile softly, turning again to look up at him, "But, you haven't commented on what I'm wearing. Do you not like it? You chose it."

Jumin smiled tenderly again, looking her up and down.

"Of course I like it. I love it- but I felt it was fairly obvious that you look astonishing in it, so I felt no need to comment on it. That would be 'stating the obvious' would it not?"

MC smiled, laughing softly.

"Well, I suppose, but I still like to hear you say it."

"Then you look beautiful. Like a goddess."

"A goddess?"

Jumin nodded, gazing down at the beautiful, knee-length, red dress- it had see through material in intricate patterns across the stomach, and diamonds glittering across the bust.

"Yes, a goddess, one who definitely deserves worship."

"You would be my only follower."

"Good. I don't want you to be anyone's religion but my own."

MC smiled wider.

"What about your religion? Aren't you a Christian?"

Jumin smiled, leaning down to her neck, kissing softly along the curve before licking along the length of it, up to just below her ear, and she moaned softly.

"I'm sure he will forgive me for wanting to treat my wife as the beauty she is. He created you after all, surely he knows how perfect you are. It's only natural that I adhere his wishes to treat you as the best on Earth, since you were sent to me."

MC rolled her eyes softly, her smile betraying her. Jumin said these things to her nearly every day, but she never got sick of hearing it from him. She slid her fingers into his hand, guiding him to the dining table, sitting down in front of him.

"So, about earlier."

"Earlier?" He questioned gently as he poured a glass of wine for himself.

"Yes, in the chatroom. With Luciel?"

Jumin nodded, remembering the supposed encounter.

"Ah, what about it?"

"Well, I would be very interested in hearing you sing."

Jumin raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

"Why is that?"

"Because, I love you, and I think it would be nice to hear what your voice sounds like- your speaking voice is mesmerizing as it is, so I can only imagine your singing voice."

Jumin nodded, smiling slightly at the compliment.

"I will consider it for you, my love, thought I do not think I understand why it would be pleasing for you."

MC smiled, tilting her head gently.

"I just think it would be nice."

Jumin nodded, making a mental note of it as he looked up, placing his wine glass down.

"It seems the chef has finished- are you ready for dinner, my love?"

MC smiled, taking his hand across the table.

"Always with you."

Jumin smiled, squeezing her hand gently before speaking in a low voice only she could hear.

"And I can't wait for dessert after."

MC blushed bright pink as the chef placed their plates before them, kicking Jumin softly under the table, eliciting a laugh from him. The chef walked away, raising an eyebrow in confusion as they began to dine.


And that's it for Chapter one! I hope you guys liked it! I don't have much experience typing out chatroom-style-scenarios but I hope it came off well.

Stay rad everyone!

~Pixil-8