Hi! I would like to request a prompt where Jumin's biological mother comes back to see him after he becomes the head of C&R. It's up to you how it gonna turn out, whether it is angsty or not. Thank u!! :")
I meant for this to be angst but I’m a fOOL ᕦ( ఠ్ఠ _ ఠ్ఠ ˇ)ᕤ
Anyhow, I’d be happy to do this thank you and have a terrific day sweetheart! Enjoy!
Mr. Han had passed.
They may as well have said his heart had broken.
A combination of the stress and pressure they had told you.
Started by the grief by one failed relationship after another.
Only so much could be done.
Until it inevitably ended.
Jumin had stayed by his father’s side during his last few days, assuring him he’d be fine, even updating him on the C & R’s status, as if he’d be heading to work the very next day.
But as his heartbeat flattened, Jumin didn’t speak, his eyes wide with a sort of horror and fear you had never seen before.
He hadn’t even realized he was crying as the sound of his father’s heartbeat stopped, staring miserably at Mr. Han, his brow furrowed and jaw gaping.
Yet no words came out.
He was speechless.
But as you wrapped your arms around him, he crumbled.
But despite everything, he was silent.
He had stayed that way almost the entire night only speaking as you drew yourself away for a moment if only to get a blanket, seeing him tremble.
He had ribboned his fingers with your own, holding you back, his gaze turning to face you, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Don’t,” He hummed. “Don’t leave, please.”
You gave in the moment he spoke, curling up beside him, feeling his arms entwining around you, holding onto you as though you might fade away with the next breeze.
You never did.
Yet as time went on, the pain almost did.
Until someone arrived.
Jumin had taken his father’s place as the head of the C & R company, always calling you throughout the day, always a hint of concern in his words before he’d hear you.
As if you’d be gone too.
Yet this day, you were planning to surprise him, a small gift held in your grip as you knocked on the office door, excitement brimming inside of you.
He opened it to meet you, an almost instinctual smile tugging at his lips as he saw you, chuckling lightly.
“Darling!” He pressed a fond kiss to your head, ushering you inside of his office. “What’re you doing here?”
“I wanted to bring you something!” You grinned, handing him the small gift. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to make this dessert and I finally-”
You twisted to the door confusedly. “I thought this was your break?”
“It is…” He frowned, stepped forward. “I’m sure it’s just Jahee with some forms I wasn’t given.”
But as it unveiled who was on the other side, it was clear it was no mistake.
You hadn’t seen her before, but you knew the moment your husband’s face dropped.
Jumin had told you about her during quiet nights, an unmistakable gloom casting over himself as he retold the tales.
“She drained my family of almost everything we had,” He would confess, a cloudy glint in his eyes. “She’d spend every drop of money we had with us on shopping sprees. She nearly left us bankrupt, threatened us to lose our home, everything we had. You…You should’ve seen my father MC every night he’d break down, and each day they’d fight for what felt like hours. She didn’t even care MC…she just let our family rot.”
As he would continue he’d struggle to come up with the words, shaking from the frustration.
“If my father hadn’t left her…we would’ve fallen apart…but my dad he still did.” He sighed. “He kept searching for the happiness he never found with her.”
And now she was back.
And poison was wound in her every move.
She gave him a honeyed smirk, dipping her head politely.
“Jumin! It’s been far too long hasn’t it?”
“…What…What’re you doing here?” He muttered, quiet and petrified.
“What do you think I’m doing here honey? I’m here to congratulate the new boss!” She laughed meekly, allowing herself in. “I haven’t seen you in so long, you didn’t even invite me to the funeral…”
“Only family was invited.” He growled. “People who cared about my father.”
“I don’t appreciate the accusation-” She noticed you, her gaze the size of saucers as she saw you, gasping. “Who is this? Is this the famous MC I keep hearing about?”
She reached out to shake your hand, only held back as Jumin stepped between of you, scowling.
“Don’t touch them.”
“Where are your manners Jumin?” She scoffed. “I simply want to introduce myself to them!”
“I-um…I’ve already heard of you before Ms. Myung. No introductions needed!” You laughed sheepishly, Jumin’s arm snaking around your waist protectively.
“Well…” She huffed, glaring at Jumin, curly locks of sooty hair twirling about her ears. “I suppose it’s good that at least one of you is decent enough to show some manners.”
“Not that you deserve it.”
“How can you speak to me that way?”
“You think you deserve any sort of respect?”
“How else do you talk to your mother?”
“You’re not supposed to nearly tear apart your family either, but you had a rather fun time doing that as well,” He shot daggers at her, glowering. “you’re in no position to be upset.”
He jeered. “Why’re you even here?”
“I came here to discuss our policy,” She huffed, snatching out a stack of papers. “Since your father is gone I wanted to ensure there wouldn’t be any changes to the current agreement.”
“Of course you did.” He shook his head. “Your business is worthless in comparison to our other partners though, C & R gains nothing from keeping you with us. And that’s with an objective point of view.”
“You can’t just tear me out of this.” She threatened. “I’ve been a part of this business for too long!”
“And for most of that time, you were tearing that apart!” He remarked. “It shouldn’t even matter to you regardless, you still hold rights to your business, simply sell yourself off to someone else, since you’re so confident in your importance.”
She weakened for a moment, attempting to grab onto his arm, her son jerking away, almost repulsed somehow.
“You can’t do this to me me…I’m your mother…I-I raised you.”
He winced, hesitating if only for a second.
“My father raised me, you are a woman who used him for his wealth,” He stared down at her, utterly towering. “I will not make the same mistake.”
“If you talk to me that, I can only the poor treatment you put MC through.”
You could hardly believe your ears, nearly choking on air as you switched to her, sneering.
“Unlike you, I married my husband because I love him!” You proclaimed. “I love him more than anything! I don’t love his money, his big house, or any sort of wealth he has! I love him because he’s him!”
You thought of his delicate, tender laughter, his ridiculous puns he’d murmur to you throughout the day, his enjoyment of stories, and even the simple light in his eyes that would grow as he’d look at you, as though you hung the very stars.
Yet more than anything you thought of his pure desire to make you happy.
You even saw it then, keeping you close, trying to hide away the anger seeping from him.
But as he looked at you, he melted.
And your heart swelled with warmth.
“He has never hurt me,” You proudly declared, “and I’m not going to let you hurt him.”
She was baffled, jaw agape, trying to come up with something, anything to say.
But Jumin got to it first.
“If you’d rather had a more grand exit, I’d be more than happy to call security, otherwise, go.”
She began sentences as she balled her hands into fists, finding herself backed into a corner.
The only option was, to leave.
And she did.
She readjusted the colors of her jacket, puffing out her chest with some sort of faux pride before storming off, an odd sort of melancholic regret plastered onto her before the door shut.
And for a moment there was silence.
And it sank in.
“Thank you…” He muttered, his head turned to the door, a cloudy fog in his eyes. “I don’t think I could’ve taken much more of her honestly.”
“I don’t think I could’ve either…”
“But um…may I ask you something?”
“Did you…did you really mean what you said-before-I mean.”
You raised your hand to his cheek, forcing him to look at you, your fingertips lacing within his messy strands.
“Of course I did,” You spoke quietly, earnestly. “I meant every word Jumin.”
You pressed a kiss to his nose, smiling.
“I love you for you, nothing could ever change that,” You continued, your heart swelling. “Nothing will ever change that.”
He laughed beneath his breath, almost in disbelief, pulling you close to him.
“Thank you, darling,, I…I just…”
“I can’t even put into words how much I love you.”