A/N: Hi, friends! Hello, Seven. Hi, Lumi! How are you today, sweetie? Can't complain. How are you? Bad nightmare last night that had me screwed up for a while, but all in all, I'm alright. I think. For the most part. How about we get into today's chapter? That'd be neat. It's a long one, too. Do you have a snack? One fresh can of Dr. Pepper and one partially empty bag of honey buddha chips. You're damn right, I got a snack. You really should be putting better things into your body. Thanks, Mom. I'm not your mom, Seven. Even though I sound like it sometimes. Can I tell you a secret? What's that, Lumi? I'll tell you on one condition. Shoot. As soon as I tell you, you'll have to tell all the people reading this. Doesn't that defeat the purpose of a secret? But it'll be our secret for a split second. Ok! Tell me! *whisper, whisper*
THIS WEEK IS A DIRTY CHAPTER? That's right. HELL YEAH! BETWEEN WHO? MC and Jumin. Who else? It's kind of the main ship of the story. True. But I thought I was finally getting some action. Nope. You ready? Yes please. Alright then. Race you to the bottom. You're on!
Ring, ring.
Wow. Was it two o'clock already? Well, I shouldn't keep him waiting. We all know how Jumin hates to wait, "Yes, Mr. Han."
"Hello, sweetheart," Jumin melted me, "Could you come to my office please?"
I did all I could to hold myself together. Jumin was being awfully sweet today and I'm fighting the urge to sit in his lap right now. Not at the office, MC. You know better than that, "Yes, sir. Right away."
"Good girl," he purred on the other end, my thighs squeezing together, "Thank you."
Click.
I love you and hate you all the same, Jumin Han. I hate that you know some of my kinks and even more, I hate when you use them against me. Thank God for that ass or I would've left him ages ago. Although, I could do without his assistant nudging me out of my delicious daydream of something else that's happened in his office, "MC…"
"What?" I practically jumped out of my skin.
"Should I be worried?" she teased, "With the number of times you go into Mr. Han's office, I can't help but wonder if he's grooming you for my job. He's not…Is he?"
"No," I swore, pulling myself together, "Trust me, Jaehee. You're fine. He'll probably just tell me to kiss Elizabeth for him. It is getting to be that time of the day again."
"Well," Jaehee relaxed a bit, "Good luck, MC. Just in case you need it."
"Thanks, boss." If Jumin's phone call was any indication of what to expect, I may need it. And possibly his belt in my mouth. No. This was just me checking in before I go to the penthouse. I have no doubt in my mind. I bumped my hip against the door, "You called for me, sir?"
"Yes," Jumin confirmed, perched on the edge of his desk, "Sit."
As always, I closed the door behind me and took my usual seat in front of his desk. Something about him felt off. I couldn't put my finger on it, but something felt off, "Is everything alright?"
"First of all," he glanced over my shoulder, making sure the blinds were drawn. Idiot MC forgot to take care of that, so Jumin jumped down from his desk and did it for her. But then, Jumin cranked my neck back, giving me his usual gentle kiss, "Hello, sweetheart. I missed you."
"It's only been a few hours," I giggled, "It's not an eternity."
"How is my little princess?" Jumin sat down on his futon, waiting for me to join him. Of course, I wasn't going to say no. Since he had me in the headspace already, I curled into Jumin's lap, his hand entangled in my hair, "Are you feeling tired?"
"Keep doing this and I might be," I leaned into his scratches, "For the most part, though, I'm good."
"That's good to hear," he moved his hand from my hair to my back, putting me in my happy place, "Does that mean you won't be needing your usual nap?"
"I don't think so." But I like laying down with Elizabeth.
"Good," Jumin praised, "Because I have a different job for you this afternoon."
Color me intrigued, "Oh? And what kind of job would that be?"
"Come with me," he took my hand and helped me up from the futon. Aww…But it feels like we just got here. Oh, well. As soon as Jumin opened his office door, he dropped my hand and the two of us walked out into general population, "Assistant Kang…"
"Yes, Mr. Han?" Jaehee didn't even break eye contact with the massive pile of paperwork she was buried in. Although, her outgoing pile was bigger than her incoming pile, so progress has been made.
"I'm taking MC from you for the rest of the day." Bold, Jumin. Very bold. But then again, you are the one that signs her paychecks, so I guess that's fair.
"What?" That was enough for her to perk up a little, "Why?"
"Do I need a reason?" he retaliated. Someone's got his boss hat on today. But I have a hard time picturing Jumin in hats.
"No, sir," Jaehee stared back into her paperwork, afraid of making eye contact with Jumin.
"Relax, Assistant Kang," Jumin settled her, "It's nothing you need to worry about. I'm introducing her to a new client. I've told him all about her and he's headhunting for college graduates. Once she's done, she won't be interning for us anymore. And when is your graduation, MC?"
"Next week," I chimed in.
"And there's still something you need to get on my desk before then," he reminded me, "Isn't that right?"
Dammit, Jumin. I know you're feeling brave today and I'll tell you where my graduation present is going to take us when I can think of somewhere, but to talk so openly about it in front of Jaehee? She's not exactly stupid. I'm sure she'll sniff something out. Or worse, she'll ask me about it, "Yes, sir."
"Good," he approved, "If you could get it to me by Wednesday, that'd be fantastic. So, Assistant Kang, is it alright with you that I take your intern?"
"Of course, sir," Jaehee nodded, "I understand."
"Thank you," Jumin gave me a little nudge, "Go on, MC. You've been here for the last six months. I'm sure you know where the elevators are."
And the ride down would be dead silent. I don't think I have it in me to meet with a headhunter today. Jumin and I have had this discussion before. After I graduate, I wanted to stay with C&R. I like it here. I like the way things are done. I like that I've already established a project here. I don't want to go. But then again, Jumin did say he had me on a different job than usual today. After we got into the car, I couldn't stand it anymore. We were out of the building and free to talk about us again.
"Jumin…" I could be brave, too.
"Yes, MC?"
"Were you serious about us meeting a new client?" I wondered.
"No, MC," Jumin put his hand on my thigh, "I wasn't. You're going to find out eventually anyway. We're actually going to meet up with V. I just needed a plausible excuse to give Assistant Kang, so we could manage to get out of the building without scrutiny."
"Oh," I settled a bit, "That's good."
"Why?" he asked, pulling me into his chest, "Were you nervous about meeting with someone new?"
"It wasn't that," I explained, "The fact that you sounded so willing to get rid of me…It stung, you know?"
"I'm sorry, sweetheart," Jumin kissed the top of my head, "That was never my intention. Of course I want to keep you around. You're the best publicist I've never had. Although, there is somewhere else you'd be better suited than C&R. But that's a discussion for a later date."
"Ok," I cuddled into him. The reassurance put me at ease, "So, what are we meeting up with V for?"
"For you," he ran his hand down my spine. Oh, shit…I knew something didn't smell right.
"Why me?" I kept my head about me. He's not doing anything stupid. Jumin wouldn't do anything stupid. Everything's fine.
"Call me self-indulgent," Jumin shrugged, "You'll see. In due time. Nothing you need to worry about. Not quite yet anyway."
Dammit, Jumin. I hate when you're cryptic, but who am I to spoil the surprise? I kept a watch out the window, curious as to where Driver Kim was taking us. Alright. I could do this. We pulled up to Jumin's building. It's good to be in familiar territory. This was nice. Jumin took my hand again (that's always my favorite part, if we're being honest here) and brought me inside, leading me to his elevator. Not that every elevator in this building wasn't his. I mean, he did own the building. When the elevator emptied out in front of Jumin's door, a kind and gentle soul stood in front of us.
"Hello, V," Jumin greeted him.
"Hello, Jumin," V smiled a bit, "And you did bring MC with you, didn't you?"
"Hi, V." This guy may be a total enigma, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't like him. Although, I had a hard time believing Jumin and V were best friends.
"Well then," V decided, reaching for the doorknob, "Shall we?"
"Are you done setting up inside?" Jumin asked.
"Just about," V figured, "I did only bring a couple assistants along, so…I only have six hands."
Oh, shit…My worst fear is coming true, isn't it? I should've known Jumin was kissing ass for something. He should know that he doesn't have to do that to me, but yet here we are. When the three of us went inside, V's assistants had lights and tripods all over Jumin's penthouse. Yep. This wasn't what my parents wanted for me. When I told them I got the internship at C&R, they were so proud of me. Little did they know, this was the kind of thing I was getting into.
"MC," Jumin's voice shattered me out of my guilty bubble, "Go get dressed."
"What am I doing?" I demanded answers. Better yet, Elizabeth came out and walked right up to me. There you are, baby…What are you doing on the floor and not in my arms?
"Like I said," he clarified, "Call me self-indulgent. Things were running slow at the office anyway."
Not that I was pissed or anything. Just a little caught off guard. I balanced Elizabeth in one arm (She folded herself over my shoulder, content with the world. Have I mentioned how much I love this cat? Because I adore this cat.) and took Jumin's hand with the other, "Can we talk alone for a minute?"
"Of course," Jumin allowed, excusing us from V. I dragged him off into the living room, "What is it, MC?"
"Seriously?" I glared, "You brought a professional photographer to take my nudes?"
"No one ever said you were going to be naked, MC," he assured, "Besides, I don't want anyone other than me seeing you naked. We've been over this. Are you really going to be mad at me for wanting a few nice pictures of my beautiful girlfriend? That's what you're faulting me for?"
"Well…" I hated that Jumin could be fancy with his words and that his voice could put in just the right amount of guilt. No. Stay strong, MC, "It would've been nice if you would've asked me first before you went through all the trouble of setting it up."
"We talked about this just before we went to Russia," Jumin pointed out.
"We did?" I thought back. Not once did I remember us discussing the possibility of Jumin getting shots of me that might as well be high class porn.
"In fact," he remembered, "It was when we were lingerie shopping for you and I got a few pictures on my phone. Not that they were any good. The lighting was off and the blur was awful. I specifically remember you saying that we couldn't do pictures like that in public, but in private, it'd be ok. And with them being made into prints, there's no way that anyone could hack them."
Dammit…Thanks, past MC. Way to dig my ass into a hole. I guess Jumin already did ask me nicely. And V was already here with everything set up…It's better than sitting in the office for the next few hours listening to Jaehee beg God for forgiveness for whatever she did in a past life to deserve the wrath of Jumin Han. I let out a heavy sigh, "Alright…"
"Alright?" Jumin picked my chin up, cupping my cheek in the palm of his hand, "Are you sure this is alright?"
"Yeah," I nodded, "We can go through with it."
He pulled me into his arms and kissed the top of my head, "Thank you, MC. Now, go on…Go get dressed in something a little more appropriate."
I knew what his more appropriate meant. Immediately, my head went to the lingerie he had me in while we were in St. Petersburg. At what point does Jumin admit he has a fetish? Because I'm pretty sure that's a fetish. Whatever. I slipped back into the bedroom and noticed the few options laid out on the bed. And Elizabeth smack dab in the middle of them. I love this damn cat. She and I could be one in the same some days.
I picked her up and cuddled her a little more. Which one are you thinking, Elizabeth? At least Daddy doesn't have me naked, so we can chalk that up as a plus. Some of these look like they'd be a bigger pain in the ass to put on and take off than what they're worth. Kind of like when Yoosung attempts to use the gym. The kid turns into a pretzel very quickly. Especially when he sees a pretty girl he's trying to impress (or the story of how we met). Alas, Yoosung still comes out looking like a noodle. But bless his heart, he tries.
Back to the task at hand. I'm still a little torn, Elizabeth. I think I'm just going to stick with what I know. Chances are, Jumin's picked some of these out or whoever V brought on as a stylist for this project, but I'm more than happy to sacrifice aesthetic for comfort. However, I knew something that would not only make Jumin happy, but it was comfortable as hell to wear, too. I know he said when he ordered it that he was looking for more aesthetic than functionality, but this just happened to have both. Weirdly enough, sweetheart, we're going to match…
That's when shit started falling into place. Was that by design? Seven always said that Jumin and Elizabeth had a special relationship. Am I just filling the hole that you can't? And the kitty lingerie is all the proof I need of that? I doubt it. I'm sure Jumin just picked the white set for the sheer purity of it. And the fact that he could see my nipples through it. This was definitely good enough for pictures.
"Jumin?" I stuck my head out of the bedroom. Might as well run it by him first, "Is this good enough?"
"As much as I love your taking initiative," Jumin looked me over, "That's not what we were looking for. On the bed. Those are your choices."
"Fine," I groaned, turning on my heel and going back into the bedroom, in search of something that wouldn't be a total pain in the ass to put on. But because MC isn't allowed such luxuries, she's going to find the next best thing. If there's anything here I can put on by myself, I'll be fine. Luckily for me, there was a saucy little leather number with some rich purple lace on it that would work nicely. Granted, I half pulled my shoulder trying to tie the corset and the buckles on the garters were like playing with a Swiss army knife, but I managed. Hopefully, I'll be able to be barefoot for this. Because if I'm not mistaken, this had some man killing heels that went with it. And I don't think I can deal with that kind of shit today.
"Excuse me," a woman's voice broke the silence in the bedroom, "MC?"
"Yes?"
"My name is Melanie," she introduced herself, "I'm supposed to help you get ready for this shoot."
"I didn't even know this shoot was happening until twenty minutes ago," I told her, "But if you want to help, be my guest."
"Mr. Han said you might be a little bitter yet," Melanie winced, "But I promise this will be entirely worth it."
God, I hope so. For now, my back was killing me, my head was throbbing, and I wanted to do this like I wanted a hole in my head. The things I do for you, Jumin…But I wasn't going to take that out on Melanie. Not anymore. She's just doing her job. It's not her fault that Jumin likes to keep me in the dark. We'll get through it. It's just one day. If I can get through this one day, I can get through the rest of them just fine.
By the time Melanie was done putting on finishing touches, it had gotten to that time. When I would be admired for my body more than my brain. Remember what Jumin fell in love with, MC. He fell for your kindness first. Then, he fell for your brain. Then, he fell into my body and he's been there ever since. That was all well and good until I got a look at myself. The mirror on the closet's going to have to go. It's caused nothing but problems. Don't get me wrong. I looked amazing…But I looked so foreign. Just another side I've never tapped into. It's still me…
"Jumin…" I stuck my head out of the bedroom door, "I better be getting a raise."
"Consider it done," he allowed, "Now, come here. It's alright."
"Is it?" Why didn't I believe him?
"It is, MC," V confirmed, "I sent the other two home for the day while you were likely staring at yourself."
"Rude!" I squeaked, "I was not!"
"Yes, you were," Jumin knew better, too. I knew Jumin would, but for V to already have me in a box after we met twice? Jumin does tell him everything, doesn't he?
"Alright," I caved, "You caught me."
"Come here, MC," he demanded, "You know how I hate repeating myself."
"I'm coming," I carried my shoes out on my pinky like I was doing a walk of shame. In all honesty, I'd be lying if I said this didn't feel like a walk of shame, "Well?"
"You're perfect," Jumin's eyes sparkled, "Absolutely perfect."
"I look like a slut."
"No, you don't," he wrapped his arms around me, "You look like a high-class escort…"
"Porn star."
"Escort," Jumin put his foot down, "that merely does this for sport more than the money. And the more I look at you, the more you remind me of Mistress…"
"There's what this is all about," I figured, "You wanted me to look like your dominatrix, didn't you?"
"Not necessarily," he admitted, kissing my cheek, "You're absolutely perfect, though, MC."
"Thank you," I blushed a bit, "And I'm sorry for being kind of bitchy."
"You could never," Jumin assured, "But…"
"I know," I bit my tongue, "It's a part of my regular lexicon. I'm sorry."
"If you two are done with your minor lovers' quarrel," V teased, "Can we get back to what we're here for?"
"Really?" Jumin shot him a glare, "Am I wasting your time? Do you have somewhere else to be today?"
"Not really," he shrugged, "But I do have other things I could be doing."
"Do forgive us for taking up your valuable time," Jumin rolled his eyes.
"You're paying me by the hour, right?"
"Yes."
"Wonderful." It's cute to see the children play together, isn't it?
"I also have a presentation to do later tonight," I reminded, shooting Jumin a look, "So, the quicker we can get back to the office, the less suspicion we put on ourselves, and the sooner I can scrape half my face off."
"But you look so pretty, sweetheart," Jumin awed, "Why would you want to scrape your face off?"
"Because it's caked," I grumbled, "And I feel gross."
"We can take care of that later," he promised, pulling my ear toward him, "And if you're a good girl for me, you will be greatly reward, princess."
The chills down my spine kept me from sweating, "Yes, sir."
So I did the dog and pony show that Jumin wanted from me, striking sexy pose after sexy pose in different places throughout Jumin's penthouse. Over the couch, spread out on the bed. I teased the shit out of him while V innocently snapped his pictures and loved every minute of it. Am I a bitch for it? Well…I kind of felt like a bitch for doing it. But then, I remember that this whole photoshoot was dropped in my lap (and that it was why I wasn't getting my nap today) and I suddenly don't feel bad anymore.
It worked, too. I could see it all over Jumin's face. He hadn't been able to sit still since I started. Did I do that? I think I might have done that. Granted, I may not like being viewed as nothing but a sexual object, but I knew he loved me for more than just my body, so things tend to even out.
"Alright," Jumin snapped a bit, "That's enough. Thank you, V. You will be compensated soon enough."
"You know my standard rates," V chuckled to himself, "But since I like MC, I can do them at a discount."
"Don't patronize me. Standard rate."
"Fine," he grabbed his camera off the tripod, "Send the bill to C&R then?"
"V…"
"Here it is," V shot me a quick little smile, "Good luck, MC. It seems Jumin's in a mood."
"Nothing I've never handled before," I giggled, kissing Jumin's cheek, hoping that'd help him calm down from whatever fit he's having.
And there he goes. Out of our lives…For the time being anyway. I'm sure it won't be the last time we see V. However, for having his girlfriend in various states of undress today, Jumin did not look happy. Even after I tried settling him down. But see, I also knew exactly what that look was all about. To anyone else, it'd be the 'I'm about to rip your tongue out through your asshole' look. But I wasn't just anyone.
"Is there something wrong, Mr. Han?" I played the innocent card. The one I knew drove Jumin absolutely wild. And he's already in that primal hunger. Let's see how unglued he's going to come…
"Bed." So much for the foreplay, "Now."
"Ok," I walked back to the bedroom and took a seat on the bed, waiting for whatever would come next.
"You know," Jumin's eyes burned. Is he…Genuinely pissed at me? I think he might actually be, "I should take you over my knee for that display."
"You wanted the high-class escort," I reminded him, "So, I gave you what you wanted."
"Well," he got on his knees in front of me, "I did say I'd give you a little reward if you behaved yourself…Is it alright?"
Was he about to…? Yeah, he was! I undid the buckles on the garters, having an easier time with a Rubik's cube, "Yes…"
Without hesitation, Jumin put his face between my thighs, kissing his way up to the apex of my legs. To think, there was a time when I didn't like this. But then, Jumin came along. And that boy knew how to work his mouth in more ways than one. As my grip got tighter and tighter on the silk sheets, I could feel it. I was getting close to the brink. Just a little more and I'd be over. Come on, Jumin…You know where my spots are.
"Are you my good girl, MC?" Jumin purred.
"Yes, sir…" I panted, feeling a bead of sweat roll down my face.
"My good little kitty…?"
"Yes, sir," I moaned. Almost…there…
"Well then," Jumin got up, redoing the buckles on my garter belts, "I suggest you get changed so we can go back to the office."
"But…" I felt an anticlimactic ache between my legs that went left untreated, "But…"
"I told you that I wanted to take you over my knee," he pointed out, readjusting himself, "But then, I thought, pain may be a good teacher, but sexual frustration is a much better one."
I've said it once. I'll say it again. Jumin Han, you son of a bitch. I tried playing the innocent angle again, but it's a longshot, "Please…I'm sorry, Jumin. I didn't mean to do that to you."
"And now, you're lying to me," Jumin took a seat on the bed next to me, "Because I may not look it, but I know deliberate teasing when I see it. Do you know how many benefactors I've had to do that very thing to? More than I'm proud to admit. I never thought my little princess would turn around and use the same moves on me. Take your punishment, MC."
As much as I didn't want to…I bit the inside of my cheek, knowing damn well I wouldn't be able to take care of this either, "Yes, sir."
Jumin looked me over. I'm sure I looked pretty pathetic right about now. No one could blame me, though. After what Jumin just did to me, anyone would be miserable. Especially if he didn't finish the job. But I was too proud to beg and Jumin was too angry to deal with me. But then, his face softened…and he put me more at ease, "MC…On the bed."
"What?" I tried not to sound too excited, but…
"You heard me," he smiled, unbuttoning his pants, "I'm not going to leave you like this, MC. I may be a monster at times, but I'm not completely heartless."
I felt his hand slide up my back and untie my corset. And I let out a heavy sigh of relief, "Oh, thank God…I couldn't breathe in that thing."
"Shh…" Jumin put his finger to my lips, "It's alright, MC. Besides, I can come up with a different punishment for later."
A/N: And I'm sure you get the picture of what happens next. Did Mom and Dad just put the do not disturb sign on the bedroom door? Yes, Seven. They did. Are they wrestling?! Sure. Let's go with that. Now, for the rest of you, I have something to ask you. Since there's been a vacant spot opened up in my week, do you have anything (doesn't have to be MysMes related) you'd like me to do? As of now, I'm opening up requests. Right now, I've just been throwing in edited chapters of Trouble Comes in Threes (which is one of my favorite things). If there's something you want me to do, you're more than welcome to throw a suggestion my way. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm kind of hungry and a little bit of food sounds kind of good right now. How long has it been since you've eaten, Lumi? I don't know…Maybe seven, eight hours ago? Lumi! That's not good for you! I had a big ass lunch, Seven. I'll be fine. See you next chapter! xx
I'm sorely disappointed in you, young lady.
Seven, I'm still three years older than you.
And you're still young lady!
I'll go eat something, ok?
Alright…Hey. Is that red light supposed to still be on?
…No. SHIT! WE'RE STILL RECORDING?!
I think so.
AND YOU'RE JUST NOW TELLING ME?!
*click…*
