A/N: Seven…Wake up, sweetie…I'm back…

*jolts up in a panic* What? I didn't have my hand down my pants.

Good for you, Seven. Even though I'm pretty sure you were elbow deep, but that's between you and Jesus.

Don't bring Jesus into this. I have a few things I'm going to have to explain for already. He doesn't need to know about this, too.

If you say so.

Hi, Lumi…

Hi, Seven.

How are you?

I'm quite well. How are you?

Still kind of tired. Can I go back to sleep? I've had a long week without you.

Alright. Go ahead. You want me tuck you in?

…Please?

Ok. While I'm doing that, you guys could probably stand a new chapter, yeah? How does that sound? But read quietly. Putting Seven down is a pain in the ass and we don't need to wake him. He doesn't get much for sleep and needs every bit he can get. *chu*

Hey…Lumi?

Yes, Seven?

Will you read me a bedtime story?

Of course, honey. How do you feel about it being a little…naughty?

Ooh! Jumin and MC plan on making the beasts with two backs?

Oh, yeah. There's definitely sex in this chapter. Just a heads up for the rest of you. This chapter's going to get tart.

Alright, Apollo. We got Uncle Yoosung out of the house. We got Jumin coming over soon. And I need to throw dinner together. What to do, what to do. What do you think, baby? You don't care as long as you get to sample it. My gut instinct tells me noodles. And I do love a good noodle bowl. No. I eat my weight in noodle bowls and I don't need to make more. So, if I can't make noodles, what do we have to work with? I may actually need to go to the grocery store. Yoosung probably ate us out of house and home while we were gone.

Or I underestimated him. When I opened the cabinets, they were almost completely stocked. Looks like Uncle Yoosung knows how to do the grocery shopping. Or Yoosung didn't do the grocery shopping and someone took him by the hand to do it. My guess is either his mom or Jaehee. If it was Jaehee, though, I needed to send her a fruit basket. I don't think that in all my years of living here, my cabinets have ever been this full. Jesus, Yoosung. Don't worry about your half of the rent this month. I got it.

Regardless, I needed to make something. If I'm being honest, I'm already feeling kind of nostalgic for Russia. I grabbed my phone and did a quick search of the internet for a pelmeni recipe. That way, I have my cake and eat it, too! I know I said that I wasn't making noodles, but technically, pelmeni were more dumplings than noodles. Yay! MC can find a loophole! If I couldn't, I'm in the wrong profession. Someone better hurry and snap me up after graduation. I'm going to make someone a hell of a publicist.

And so, I got to cooking. I told Jumin eight o'clock and he gets pissy when things aren't punctual. I'm sure I'll have dinner done by then, but whether or not I'm going to be presentable is a totally different story. As I was cooking, I could feel it. I'm gross. A shower is going to be a necessity before I go to bed tonight. There is no way in hell I'm getting into my clean sheets this disgusting. Hopefully, I'll be able to be less gross before Jumin gets here.

Knock, knock…

Shit. So much for that idea. I threw a scoop of food in Apollo's bowl and ran back to the stove, "It's open!"

"That's not exactly safe, MC," Jumin walked in, "Should I be worried?"

"No," I did one last stir of the pelmeni, "I'm alright."

"Once Seven comes back," he decided, "I'm going to send him over to put in a security system."

"You don't have to…" I turned around to see Jumin standing in my kitchen with lilies and a bottle of wine in his hand, "Oh…Hello."

"Hi," Jumin gave me a quick kiss, "Is dinner done yet?"

"Yeah," I nodded, gently pushing him off me, "But if it's ok with you, I'm going to go take a shower. I'm gross and covered in cooking splatters and sweat that isn't even my own."

"Excuse me?" he perked up, not too happy with me, by the sounds of it.

"It's not what you think," I settled him, getting a vase from under the sink, "Yoosung attack hugged me when I got home. He was a little overly excited."

"About…you coming home?"

"He missed me," I shrugged, "But it wasn't exactly what had him all riled up. He had a date tonight and it was the first time he was meeting her in person. He was a tad nervous."

"Oh," Jumin relaxed a little, "Gross."

"You're telling me," I shuddered. Don't get me wrong. I love Yoosung to death, but he could've given me some fair warning that he was sweating up a storm, "But I'm going to go take a shower. If you could make sure Apollo doesn't jump on the counter, that'd be fantastic."

"Actually, MC," he took my hand, a seductive glint in his eye, "I was wondering if you may want a little help. You did say we had your entire apartment to ourselves. And it is somewhere completely untapped for us. Hell, we had sex in the office before we had sex in your apartment."

"As much as I'd love to," I kissed his cheek, "No. Shower sex is dangerous if there isn't anything anti-slip on the floors."

"Do you have anything that's anti-slip on your shower floor?" Jumin wondered.

"No."

"So," he thought, "A security system and a bathmat…Got it."

"I promise I'll be right back," I gave him a little smile, "And if all else fails, you got Apollo. He's a good boy and by the looks of things, he's warming up to you."

"I haven't heard him bark since I got here," Jumin reached down and gave him a scratch on the head, "Good boy, Apollo."

My heart turned to pudding. I couldn't handle when Jumin and Apollo got along. It's too much cute in one space at one time and I can't…I started walking toward the bathroom until I got a brilliant idea, "Jumin…?"

"Yes, MC?"

"Bathtub later?" I offered, a bit of a smirk on my face.

"Is your bathtub big enough for both of us?" he asked, having never seen my bathroom before. Granted, my bathtub wasn't exactly the size of his, but for him to judge so quickly?

"We can make it work," I promised, "It's big enough to put Apollo in. I don't see why not."

"Alright," Jumin let me go, "Go get Yoosung's sweat off you. Just thinking about it is making me nauseous."

"Yes, sir," I walked back into my bedroom and into my bathroom with Apollo following closely behind, "Apollo, no. It's ok. I won't be long. You and Jumin can be in the same room alone for a few minutes. It's not going to kill you."

Apollo put his head down. Almost as if he were begging me to not leave him alone with Jumin. Just because he smells like Elizabeth III doesn't mean he's the worst thing in the world. I gave Apollo one last scratch on the head, "Go. You'll be fine. Jumin, call for Apollo!"

"Apollo!" Jumin yelled from the living room, "Come here!"

Apollo looked toward the door, knowing he heard his name. He just wasn't too keen on its source. He looked to me for guidance, "It's alright. You can go."

Reluctantly, Apollo toodled his way to the living room, leaving me to shower in peace. I think those two have a chance. One day, Jumin's going to walk in here and Apollo's going to jump all over him like he does on me. He smells Mama on him. That should be plenty. But nevertheless, I'm disgusting and I need a shower terribly. Thanks, Yoosung. I appreciate it. I could give him plenty of hell for it later, but for now, I let the delightful hot water drench over me. This was nice. This was very nice. And later in our evening, the bathtub would have both me and my boyfriend in it. And I'm sure as hell not complaining.

I just hope Yoosung doesn't come in and interrupt. Jumin doesn't need to be shimmying down the fire escape tonight. That's something I haven't done since high school and I don't plan on sneaking a boy out of my bedroom at the ripe old age of twenty-four. But if it's what we have to do to keep our status quo, then it's what we have to do. Yoosung can't keep a secret if his life depended on it and if he found out about Jumin and me, the world would know within the hour. Unless we keep him tied up here, but I don't know the kinky shit Yoosung's into, if anything. And I don't want to be his first experience.

When I got out of the shower, I stood at my closet, debating whether I should put something decent on or just say screw it. I mean…It's not like I have any intentions of leaving the house any more today. I don't want to put on real pants or full on cute myself up. I just wanted to throw my hair up and put some yoga pants on, but I did have Jumin over. He seemed like the type that would be kind of a stickler for that. Even when we had all intentions of staying in all day, he still had me looking like a princess. It's my house, dammit! I grabbed some leggings and a longer tank top and got redressed. If Jumin has a problem with that, then he can take that up with Apollo.

At least I still looked relatively cute. Good for you, MC. With a slight rumble in my tummy and in complete and utter comfort this side of putting on a onesie, I walked back into my kitchen to find Jumin rubbing Apollo's belly in the living room. He could say he's a cat person all he wants. You know you have a soft spot for a certain big ass pitbull that cuddles with your girlfriend more than you do. Either way, I'm starving and I've been slaving over my stove for the last couple hours. If Jumin heard my stomach grumble, I guarantee he'd be beating my ass black and blue.

At least when we sat down at my kitchen table, he didn't say anything about the way I was dressed. I know I look like a hot ass mess, but I'm also exhausted and don't want to be his china doll in my own house. I'll probably go straight to bed after he leaves. But one thing will always be true no matter what state I'm in. Hot damn, can I cook like a dream.

"You know," Jumin pointed out, "You didn't have to do this, MC. I would've gladly taken you somewhere."

"I know," I continued stuffing my face, "But I didn't want to leave my house. I barely wanted to cook. But I had to eat something and I was feeling a little nostalgic for the Russia trip."

"We just got back."

"I know," I let out a dreamy sigh, "And I already miss it."

"We had to come back to our regular, day to day lives, MC," Jumin took my hand, "I know. I'd love to stay in Russia a little longer, too, but unfortunately, life gets in the way."

"And we're going back to work tomorrow," I figured, "Aren't we?"

"That's right," he nodded, "But if you don't want to, we can always skip another day or so."

"No," I shook my head, "The structure would do us both some good."

"I have to say, MC," Jumin praised, "I admire your work ethic. Every time I offer you a day off, you never take it. Why is that?"

"Because," I had to walk a very fine line with this. I could be honest and tell Jumin that it was because I didn't want Jaehee buried in paperwork by herself. Or I could be really honest, "If I go to work, that means I get to see you. And I do miss you during the week. Even when I come home."

"MC," he melted, "You know you can come and see me any time. I'd never turn you away. You know where I live and you know where I sleep. You're more than welcome to join me."

"I know…"

Very gently, Apollo put his paw up on Jumin's leg. And Jumin jumped a little, "MC…What the hell is he doing?"

"He's asking you for food," I told him, "It's alright."

"He asks?"

"Apollo's not some sort of godless heathen," I giggled, "Of course he does. You don't think my baby isn't well mannered? You are sorely mistaken, sir."

"Can I…" Jumin stared skeptically at the giant paw on his thigh, "Can I give him some?"

"Sure," I allowed, "I'm not going to stop you. But if he pukes it back up, I'm not cleaning it up."

"Is there a chance of that?" he gagged a bit himself.

"Probably not," I assured, "Apollo's got a cast-iron stomach. One time, he ate a chili pepper off the counter and choked it down like it was nothing. He spent some quality time at his water bowl, but other than that, he was fine."

"Alright," Jumin took one pelmeni off his plate and nervously stretched his arm out. Apollo, being the good boy he is, gingerly took it out of Jumin's hand. He's such a dainty eater, "Wow…I thought he would've torn my arm off for something like that."

"Like I said," I reiterated, "Apollo's very well-mannered. He doesn't bite anyone I don't tell him to. He can attack on command, but as soon as I tell him to stop, he'll stop."

"Aside from your attack dog," he quickly changed the subject, "What else is new with you? How has your economics class been?"

"Oddly well," I reported, "Yoosung may not be the brightest, but he manages. And we start presenting on Monday. I think he'll be the one doing most of the talking."

"Why?" Jumin wondered, "You've already done this before, MC. You have actual, real world experience doing it. And you do it quite well. Yoosung has the charisma, but you know your project back and forth, don't you?"

"Well…" I didn't want to brag, but I did most of the work. Data wise anyway. Yoosung just made the posters. But Jumin had a point, "Yeah…"

"Alright then," he nodded, "As long as you don't change when you leave work, then you should be in the clear. If that doesn't get you perfect marks, nothing will."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I took another bite. Hot damn, MC. You need to cook more often.

"You always look hot when you leave the office," Jumin admitted, "Granted, I don't exactly approve of someone else basking in that glory that isn't me, but if it's what you need to do, then I can't stop you. But I know you'll make me proud. Won't you, princess?"

Jumin put his hand to my cheek, running his thumb over the top of my cheekbone, instantly making it change color, "Yes, sir…"

"Well then," a dirty little smirk made its way onto my boyfriend's face…and I could feel my ovaries twitch, "Are you done eating? Have you had enough?"

"Uh-huh…" I could hardly speak. I knew what Jumin had up his sleeve. And it may or may not say Magnum on it.

"In that case," Jumin continued to flirt with me, "Why don't you and I go to your bedroom? We can take care of the dishes later."

"Or I can leave them for Yoosung in the morning," I swooned, quickly snapping out of it, "No. Wait, Jumin…Not my bedroom."

He looked me over skeptically, "Yoosung's bedroom?"

"No!" Yoosung would kill me if he knew I had sex in his bed before he did, "Why don't I go run my bathtub?"

"That sounds like a wonderful idea."

Was I dead? Because I think I might be dead. My cooking tasted better than usual. I was about to have my boyfriend naked in my apartment for the first time. And even though my bathtub wasn't exactly the same caliber as Jumin's, I wasn't going to complain. This was happening. This was actually happening. If I die tonight, I will die happy. That's for sure. It's a tight fit, but Jumin and I (eventually) situated ourselves in my bathtub. Now, I could die happy. I laid my head on his warm chest and thought to myself how easy it would be for me to fall asleep. Life was good.

"MC?" Jumin looked down at me, "Are you alright, princess? You seem spacy."

"I'm fine," I hid a smile in his shoulder, "I promise. I couldn't be better."

"Alright," he let it go, running his hand down my back. Oh yeah…I could fall asleep right now with no problems.

But then, we had a visitor. Apollo wandered into my bathroom. And his massive man paws found their way to the edge of my bathtub. This dog had a strange obsession with taking a bath. I should've known. Instead of yelling at him, I picked his paws up and dropped them back on the floor, "No. Mama's having me time."

"Technically, MC," Jumin so kindly pointed out, "It's us time."

"Not in front of the children," I stopped him, "Apollo, no. Go lay down."

Apollo turned his ass around and went into my bedroom. I heard him jump onto my bed. No doubt, he's going to sleep. We'll be able to move him later when…Well…When things get to the good part. At least, I sure as hell hope so. That is, if I don't clock out first. Either one of us. If I didn't know any better, I'd think I saw Jumin nodding off a couple times, too.

Ring, ring.

"You've got to be shitting me," I groaned, hitting my head against Jumin's chest.

"MC…"

"It was totally warranted!"

"Let it go to voicemail," he ordered, "I'm sure it's not important."

"But it is," I leaned over the edge of the tub and grabbed my phone off the back of the toilet, "It's Yoosung. I can't let this one go."

"Fine…" Jumin allowed. He wasn't happy about it, but I couldn't blame him.

"Hey, Yoosung," I answered.

"Hi, MC." Yoosung sounded in good spirits. I thought I told him to call only if it's an emergency.

"What's up?" I wondered, "Everything ok?"

"Yeah…" his voice quivered a bit. That's not good.

"Are you sure?" I worried, "You don't sound like everything's ok."

"It's not that," Yoosung panicked some more, "Everything's going great! Almost too great."

"What do you mean?"

"Well," he explained, "We were talking, right? And everything was wonderful! She's cute. MC, she's so cute…"

"I told you she'd be fine," I giggled, "Go on. You're getting sidetracked."

"So, we started talking LOLOL strat," Yoosung went on, "And she asked me if I wanted to see her PC setup."

"So?"

"Her PC setup is at her house," he freaked, "She invited me to her house, MC! I don't think I'm ready for something like that!"

Virgin, "It's alright, Yoosung. If you're not ready, tell her, not me. She'll probably be cool about it."

"What if she isn't?"

"Then, that's her problem," I assured, "Not yours. Remember. No means no. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to go back to my bathtub."

"Ok," Yoosung sighed out, "Thanks, MC. You're a lifesaver."

"Call if you need a ride to the clinic."

"What?"

Click.

"So?" Jumin wondered, "What was that all about?"

"He's so innocent," I chuckled to myself.

"You were once, too."

"Not now," I bit my bottom lip, "Why don't you go show me how not innocent I am?"

"My, my, MC," Jumin gasped, "So demanding tonight. You're awfully bold."

"You forget where we are," I teased, "This is my house."

"Yes, it is." Jumin scooped me up out of the water and threw me onto the bed. Looks like Apollo's sleeping in Yoosung's room. Good boy. He knows when Mama has company that she's likely getting some. Tonight would prove to be no exception.

Although…I have to apologize to my neighbors. Because I think they're going to know what my boyfriend's name is tonight. I got a tight grip on my bedsheets while Jumin did what he did best. Making my body explode at every pressure point. From every pore. Blow after blow, I did my best to hang on as long as I could before he found my trigger. Again…And again…And again. Until I let out one more scream…Because what good is sex with Jumin in my apartment if I don't have at least one neighbor complain?

"Good girl, MC," Jumin held me in our aftermath, "Very good. You always hold on for me, princess. And I'm so proud of you."

"Thank you, Jumin," I nuzzled my face in his chest. Never in my life did I feel so…content. So loved. So happy with where life was for me. Because right now, my life was right here. My Jumin under me. My Apollo asleep in Yoosung's room. What more could I want? Well…There was one thing, "Hey, Jumin?"

"Yes, princess?" Jumin kissed my forehead, "What is it?"

"Do you think…" I asked sweetly, "You could stay here a little while longer? Just until I fall asleep?"

"Absolutely…"

A/N: Shh…He's asleep. Seven's so cute when he's asleep. So are MC and Jumin. I'm sorry that Seven couldn't be here to send you all off, but he's had a rough week and needs the rest. Now, how about a quick recap about my last minute road trip? Well, I was in Branson, Missouri for a couple days. I tweeted a few pictures. It was a delightful trip. 10/10 would go back in a heartbeat. Did some things. Saw some things. And now, I'm going to take my puppy outside and call it a night. Sound good to you? Sounds good to me. Wait, Lumi…Dammit, Seven. I thought you were asleep. Please don't be mad at me. I'm not. What is it? I…I wanted to say good night to everyone. Aww…Alright. You can say good night. Good night, everyone. I love you. Good night, Seven. See you next chapter! xx