A/N: Alright. We're going to start this week better than last week. And I'm ok. I'm not going to lose this week's chapter again and everything's going to be great. This week is much better than last week. I will say that much. I'm wired to the hilt. I'm ready to punch a baby. Considering that at the time I'm writing this, my one year old nephew is asleep, I have a baby ready to punch, but I wouldn't punch him. That's silliness. THREE, TWO, ONE, LET'S JAM!

Knock, knock.

Just as I came out of the shower, room service got here. Thank God. I'm starving. If I were to tell Jumin, he'd kill me. He didn't like when I was hungry. That meant I wasn't eating. And that means I'm not taking care of myself. That's the part that pissed him off the most. I did take care of myself. It's just that sometimes, I don't eat as often as I should. But right now, I'm so glad Jumin only had dresses for me in our closet. That way, I didn't have much to put on and I could grab the door.

But Jumin beat me to it, "Good morning."

"Good morning, Mr. Han," a soft, gentle voice came out of a sweet maid that brought our breakfast. One of her eyelash strips was about to fall off, but I didn't want to tell her in front of Jumin. A lady is allowed her secrets.

"Thank you," Jumin directed her to the living room, "Set it on the coffee table."

"Yes, sir," she picked our food up from her cart and started arranging everything, "Mr. Han…"

"Yes?"

"I was told you had a cat," she took our lids off. Jumin ordered us crepes! Yay!

"I do," Jumin stared her down skeptically, "Why?"

"Do you think I could pet her?"

"No."

"Come on, Jumin," I took her side, Elizabeth III in my arms, "I don't see the harm in letting her pet Elizabeth."

"MC, I love you," Jumin sighed out, "But some days, you're lucky you're so cute. However, you're still relatively new, so I'll let this slide."

"What do you mean?"

"Should I tell her?" Jumin looked toward our maid, a glare in his eye, "Or would you like to tell her?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," she reached for Elizabeth, "I just want to pet Elly. Is that so wrong?"

"You really want to play it this way?" Jumin stood his ground.

"There's nothing wrong with…"

"Seven, get the hell out of my house!"

Elizabeth jumped out of my embrace, sufficiently clawing the shit out of my arms, "Ow!"

"She's not yours," Jumin snapped, "Once you learn not to abuse her, then we'll consider it."

"Ow…" I suffered in silence, tending to the blood coming out of my arm. That hurt more than I was expecting it to.

"And even worse," Jumin dug in the kitchen drawer for the first aid kit, "You scared Elizabeth III out of MC's arms and now, she's bleeding. I hope you're happy."

"I'm sorry, MC…"

"Don't worry about it, Seven," I brushed him off. But then, after the slight adrenaline rush wore off, I realized what was going on, "Seven?"

"Yes?" he beamed, twirling the bottom of his skirt around.

"Leave, Seven," Jumin took my arm, cleaning the blood off it, paying more attention to me than our new maid, "I swear…I'm going to have to protect you from him, too, aren't I, MC?"

"He's pretty harmless," I settled him, "This was more Elizabeth's doing than Seven's."

"No," he shook his head, "This is all Seven's fault."

"I just want to pet your cat, Jumin," Seven whined.

"You never just pet her," Jumin growled, "Petting her doesn't include throwing her around, spinning her in circles, and squishing her feet."

"But…Toe beans, Jumin…"

"You're not even worthy of being in her presence." In that moment, I finally realized why Elizabeth was so skittish around new people. Jumin made sure of that. He was very particular with who he let around his little girl, "Now, go or I'm calling security."

"Tell Frank and Lionel I say hi," Seven agreed, "I'll see you later, MC."

"Bye, Seven," I smiled, never suspecting him to be the type to cross-dress. Whatever makes him happy. Androgyny suits him.

"It's not that I don't like him coming over," Jumin brought me to the living room, my arm wrapped up in an ace bandage, "It's when he tries sneaking into my house to harass Elizabeth III that bothers me."

"I understand," I needed to get Seven out of Jumin's head, "What are we doing today, Jumin?"

"Actually," he fed me a piece of crepe with the most incredible Italian sweet cream I've ever had. Good gravy, this is fantastic, "I'm glad you asked that, MC. Don't take this the wrong way, but I think I need to run you."

"What do you mean?" I wasn't quite sure what to make of this.

"Just that," Jumin explained, looking me over, "What would you say about doing some shopping? You only have so much in our closet. And you should have some input on that, shouldn't you?"

"Ok," I allowed, "It's not like I have anything else to do today."

"Wonderful," he kissed my cheek, "I know you've already been out of the house once today, but there's no problem with this, is it?"

"I'll be fine," I promised, "I think I can manage. I lived through work on Friday, didn't I?"

"Barely," Jumin teased, "If I wouldn't have let you nap through the day, you would've been wanting to fling yourself off the roof."

"I can handle myself better than you think," I pouted, taking another bite. Goddamn…

"I know, sweetheart," he let me have that one, "I know. It's alright. I've never had a more productive day than when you were napping in my office."

"Really?"

"Really," Jumin gave me one last bite, "Not to sound creepy, but there's something peaceful about watching you sleep."

"A little creepy." Like I didn't already know he watched me sleep. That's half of what my daily naps were for, "But I think I can let that slide."

"So glad I have your permission," he chuckled under his breath, "Go on, princess. Go find your shoes."

"Ok," I got up from the couch and grabbed my white flats. It's been a while since I've been to the mall. I could stand a good shopping trip.

But…Because my boyfriend was the most extra human being I've ever met, we weren't going to the mall. When we passed it, a sudden knot started to form in the pit of my stomach. Jumin Han, what did you have up your sleeve? And why couldn't we ever have anything simple? Because Jumin is painfully extra. We've been over this already, MC. When we pulled up to a building that was more window than wall, I started to sweat a little. Especially when I saw the lacy delicates in the window.

"Uh, Jumin?" I worried, "What are we doing here?"

"Call me self-indulgent," he shrugged, holding the door for me, "Go on, MC."

"You don't think this is a little excessive?" I asked, getting quite the look back, "Yeah, never mind."

"That's my girl," Jumin nudged me forward. This is going to be a long day, isn't it?

"Hello, Mr. Han," the woman at the front greeted us. How was she already so familiar with Jumin? The door did say by appointment only, "I'm assuming this trip isn't for you."

"Lingerie isn't my thing," Jumin assured, "MC, you wouldn't happen to know your measurements, would you?"

"Why?" I froze, really not sure where this was supposed to be going.

"Because," he took my hand, doing his best to put me at ease, "This is all for you. You deserve nothing but the best. I want you to find any cut, any color, any style you like. Some of the ones you brought over aren't exactly…Let's call them playtime friendly. They're fine for when we're out and about, but for the other night, I'm looking for something a little…different. More flair, less functionality. Is that ok with you?"

So, Jumin's wanting me in something sexier when we're in the throes of passion, huh? Alright, I understand, "Yes."

"Good girl," he kissed my cheek, "Go on. Go browse."

"Ok," I walked around this boutique for something a little sexier than I was used to. Did I want to go an innocent sexy or a complete one-eighty? Maybe a little bit of both. The best of the sinner and the saint. Why did I have visions of this being put to the test later tonight? It is going to be custom made for me from what I understand. That takes a little time, doesn't it? Unless I'm just overthinking it. Although, while I was looking through the racks of lacy bras, I'm sure I needed to try some on.

I grabbed a few I did like with their matching panties and the woman from the front brought me to a dressing room. Well…Moment of truth. Which set do I start with? The blue ones with the white lace? The red ones with the black lace? The black ones with the deep purple stitching and the gold chains? Decisions, decisions. I'm going to end up trying all of them on. Might as well choose one at random. I shut my eyes and reached out in front of me. Looks like we're starting off strong. Or a little on the kinky side.

"MC," Jumin knocked on the door, "Are you ok?"

"Yeah," I hooked the bra in the front, already having the bottoms on, "I already have a set on."

"And?"

Honestly…All I was missing was a riding crop and a pair of knee-high, black leather boots. I didn't look very submissive, but damn, I looked hot! I did another spin in the mirror, "I like these. I like these a lot."

"Well?" he insisted, "I'm waiting."

"Jumin!" I squeaked, "I'm not going out there! Not like this!"

"There's no one else here, MC," Jumin promised, "The assistant is back on the floor with another appointment. It's just the two of us back here. Please? I just want to see."

The thought of going out into the world looking like a dominatrix didn't sit well with me, "Are you a hundred percent positive that no one is out there?"

"It's just me."

"Alright," I let out a heavy sigh, mentally preparing myself for this, "It's kind of trashy. And it was kind of an impulse grab on the way out."

"It's fine, MC," Jumin sounded like he was already done with my shenanigans. That is, until I walked out. That shut him up quickly, "Oh my…"

"Yeah," I bit my lip, "I told you it was trashy and impulsive."

"You're perfect…" he drooled a bit, "Could you do a little spin for me?"

"Are you serious?" I giggled, blushing fiercely, "Jumin, this wasn't a serious grab."

"That's too bad," Jumin took his phone out of his pocket, "Could you stand right there for a second?"

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" I went back in the dressing room, "You said nothing about taking pictures, Jumin!"

"They're only for me," he swore, "It's not like I'd want anyone else seeing this. If you want, I'll put my phone away and I won't take any pictures."

"Please don't," I begged, my skin crawling. The last thing I wanted was for those to accidentally leak somewhere. Anything's hackable.

"Alright," Jumin opened the door, "Can you come back out now?"

"Yeah." Slowly, but surely, I walked back out of the dressing room.

"Come here, princess," he pulled me into his arms, "I'm sorry. I didn't realize that would be such a hard line for you."

"Not in public," I nuzzled my face in his chest, "In private, all you want."

"Ok," Jumin gave me a little kiss, "Besides, I'm awful with a camera and now that you know V, he can take them instead. I bet he would if I asked him."

Oh, look…There went the point. Right over Jumin's head. In a perfect world, he wouldn't be taking pictures at all. But if anyone was going to take pictures, I'm glad it'd be V. He had an unnatural talent for putting me at ease. Not to mention, there was the obvious fact he was blind. He wouldn't be seeing me half naked. Or completely naked, if Jumin had his way by the sounds of it. Not only would I have nudes, but nudes taken by a professional. This wasn't what my parents wanted for me.

After trying on the others and putting in our order, I had already had enough. Trying on frilly things really took it out of me. And we've only been gone for an hour. God only knows what more I had in store for me. If I had my way, I'd be downing a can of Red Bull and be back to kick ass and take names in a few minutes, depending on how fast I shotgunned it.

"You wouldn't happen to have any specialty items," Jumin wondered, putting his black card back, "Would you?"

"You'd have to be specific, Mr. Han," she pulled the receipt from the printer, "What kind of specialty items?"

"In the lines of animal costumes," he asked, "I'm not talking full on fursuits. Those aren't what I'm looking for."

"A more humanized approach?"

"Exactly."

"Well," she began, "Bunny girl is the standard. Although, puppy has been growing in popularity lately. We used to have kitten, but unfortunately, it's out of stock right now. We just have collars right now."

"Do you do custom orders?"

"Of course, sir."

"Good," Jumin thought for a moment, "How long would it take for a white set to come in? With a purple collar?"

"About one to two weeks."

"Order one," he decided, "Her measurements."

"Absolutely, sir," she smiled, "We'll see you then."

"Thank you," Jumin took my hand and led me out of the shop, "How are you doing, MC? You alright?"

My head was a tad fuzzy and I could stand a boost, but, "Yeah. I'm ok."

"Good," he kissed the top of my head, "One more stop, ok? We have reservations somewhere nice tonight."

"And…?" I wondered, "What's that got to do with anything?"

"Well," Jumin brought me into another store. This one less of a boutique than the other one. This was somewhere I'd usually shop. Good. A little less intimidating, "Dress accordingly."

"Alright," I saw what he was trying to do here. And if I was going to do this, I might as well do it right, "Any preference?"

"You look really nice in jewel tones," he advised, handing me his black card, "Surprise me. I'm going to go get us a little something, something. You look like you're losing steam."

Was it that obvious? I thought I kept that shit under wraps, "A little bit."

"Then, tell me, princess," Jumin picked my chin up, "You can tell me when you're tired. I know how to make you better. You want espresso?"

"I can have espresso?" I perked up.

"Double shot," he decided, "Go ahead. I'll be right down the street."

"Thank you, Jumin," I kissed his cheek.

"You're welcome."

Let's see…Surprise him. Jumin did say I looked good in jewel tones. Maybe an amethyst will do for dinner tonight…

A/N: Oh…My friends…Dinner's going to be interesting. So will in a week or two when Jumin's order at the lingerie shop comes in. I want to tell you what's going to happen so bad, but I can't do that. That's spoiling things for you and I think it's better to dangle these things in front of you like candy. Because hi. I'm Lumi. I'm an asshole.

Now…Mandie…I didn't forget about you. You're just going at the end instead of the beginning.

Jumin is an absolute sweetheart when he wants to be. That's his personality in a nutshell. MC meeting V is going to be a big thing later. Because no one else, other than Jumin, knows V is even in town, let alone mingling amongst the commonwealth. I actually have the next couple weeks thought out in my head. Even though next week is already outlined.

I am much better than what I was last week. Everything's somewhat sorting itself out. And I hope you're feeling better. If I could, I'd send you a Yoosung to make everything better for you to be the little spoon we all know and love. Also, that thing you asked me about a couple weeks ago. About you singing praises on Tumblr? You are more than welcome to. Go ahead. Just tag me in the post. That's all I ask. I love you. I love you all. And I'll see you next chapter. xx