Can I have jumin fiction where MC is covering for jaehee and he fells for her ?!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH I LOVED THIS IDEA SO MUCH ARGH I MAY EVEN DO A JUMIN POV FOR THIS IN THE NEAR FUTURE ARGH THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS!
“Ah, you must be the cover for Jaehee, nice to meet you in
person” he said incredibly formal, offering me his hand.
I gently took it and kept a straight face. Jaehee had told
me how stern and cold this guy could be, so I had to be the upmost professional
I could be.
“Pleasure to meet you too sir, I do believe you have my work
number and e-mail address?” I asked, removing my hand from his.
“I do, all in my system, you start immediately yes?” he
returned my question with his own.
“Of course, hence why I’m here sir” I explained, readying
myself for the onslaught Jaehee had warned me about.
My best friend, Jaehee Kang, was Jumin Han’s assistant, but
due to unforeseen circumstances, Jaehee had to leave for a week. Problem was,
Jumin needed an assistant and couldn’t just give Jaehee a week off. Hence why I’m
here. I’ve done intense assistant work before and I was asked in as a favour,
well, a paid favour but still. I was sure I could cope a week with Jumin Han,
even with the warnings I was given. It was just a week, what could happen?
He immediately put me to work, arranging meetings, making
sure he was on time for everything with run downs of each one, not forgetting
to give him the paperwork he needed. I believe I coped well, but there was no
praise from Mr Han. I was new to this building and this man, surely he would
give a little bit of praise? Nope. This was clearly a place where you just got
on with your job, and if you were doing something wrong you were told, but
I was so used to people praising my work, making sure I was
on the right track, here, I felt like I was fumbling my way in a dark tunnel.
If I kept walking I was doing fine, but I didn’t know where I was going. It was
none stop too, if Mr Han was in a meeting, I was doing something else if not in
there with him. Throughout the whole day I got a 15 minute break to have
something to eat. How did Jaehee cope with this? This was incredibly unfair
treatment. However, I couldn’t make Jaehee look bad in her recommendation of
me, so I knuckled down and just got on with it. Six days to go.
I was working a lot closer with Mr Han the next day. Helping
him write up some reports and future plans. To be honest, working with him like
this made me realise how much of a hard worker he was. I only got a 15 minute
break the day before, and yet, I didn’t see him take any. I only ever saw him
grinding away at his computer or phone or even talking with his colleagues, I
had my suspicions that he had eaten while on the move.
While we sat in his office, writing up a report, I noticed
that his desk lacked photos. My previous bosses had photos of their families,
friends, pets, this guy? Nothing. Except one photo of a beautiful, snow white
cat. Was this guy single? There was no wedding ring. A big CEO like him not
married at this age? I couldn’t contain the surprise on my face.
“Is something wrong?” he asked, catching me staring at the
picture of the cat.
“Ah, no I was just admiring the cat, they yours?” I asked,
nonchalantly, shaking the surprise from my mind.
“Yes, her name is Elizabeth the 3rd” he said
“She’s beautiful” I said truthfully. She was. Her fur looked
well-groomed and she looked truly happy in the photo.
“Thank you” he said. And, was that a smile? That was the
first smile I saw since meeting him. Strange man, but a man I kinda wanted to
get to know more.
Today’s tasks consisted mainly of just me in my little
office organising meetings more than working with Mr Han, which saddened me
ever so slightly. I know the day before was a little bit stressful, desperate
to get reports done and such, but seeing that stoic man smile so casually about
a cat…I wanted to make him do that again.
When the clock turned 1pm I decided I would allow myself a
break now, and since I was more on my own that day I knew I could give myself a
little longer to eat. Bringing my sandwich out, I realised I hadn’t brought a
drink. Damn it. I brought my purse out, grabbing some money then heading to the
vending machines down the corridor.
Just as I left my office I bumped straight into Mr Han.
“Sorry sir, is there something you need me to do?” I
“…were you on your lunch?” he asked. Strange question.
“I was, yes, just started now, I was just going to grab a
drink” I said “but if there’s something that needs to be done my lunch can wait”
“No, not particularly, I was hoping to catch you on your
lunch” he said. He was acting rather strange, stranger than usual, nervous? No.
Jumin Han never got nervous, he lived and breathed confidence, that’s what
Jaehee had told me. But, why was he shifting on his feet like that?
“You were?” I asked.
“You said Elizabeth the 3rd was beautiful, I
thought you might like to see some more photos of her” he said eventually. Ha,
he wanted to show me more photos of his cat? I didn’t mind.
“Sure, why don’t you join me for lunch? Then you can show me
the photos at more ease” I suggested.
Jaehee had said this guy was stoic, not approachable and
overall, extremely professional. At this point, I disagreed with her, Jumin Han
the CEO was yes, but Jumin Han the person? He just loved his cat.
The week had just flown by, I only had one day left with
Jumin and I knew I was going to miss these stress filled days. Today had been
no different, we worked hard, we had lunch together, he shared more photos and
stories of Elizabeth the 3rd, he even laughed slightly at some of
the things I said. I felt like he was opening up. I enjoyed his company, during
work and during our lunch breaks.
At the end of the day, the clock read almost 11pm which had
been the usual finishing time for me during this week, I grabbed my things,
sending off one last email to Jumin before heading out. That’s when my phone
“Mr Han?” I answered.
“Are you able to come up to my penthouse?” he asked.
His penthouse? I’d heard from Jaehee that sometimes he did
ask her to go up there, but since I was only temporary I didn’t think that
could apply to me.
“Erm, yes I can, I’ve only just left the building” I
explained, turning back.
“Perfect, thank you” he said, hanging up.
It didn’t take me long to get up there, and naturally, I was
impressed at the grandeur of it all. As soon as Jumin opened the door I was
greeted by him and the infamous Elizabeth the 3rd in his arms.
“Thank you, it’s to do with the email you sent just now” he
explained, ushering me in, closing the door behind me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as the cat dropped from his arms.
“You’re missing part of the attachment, take a look” he
said, showing me his laptop.
Seriously, does this guy ever stop working? Just relax?
Clearly not. When I saw the screen, though, I did panic a little.
“What the hell? It’s all gone encrypted!” I said, covering
my mouth immediately “Sorry, I didn’t mean to say that”
“Don’t worry, I’m sure we can fix this before the morning”
he said, showing me that rare smile of his.
What was time? What was sleep? What was anything? We had
been up almost the entire night trying to fix the email. I had even gone down
to my office to resend it, but something had hacked into my computer so it wasn’t
retrievable. We had to start from scratch, which took forever. But, finally, at
9am, just before Jumin’s meeting for this report, we had fixed it.
He didn’t look tired at all, how he managed to do that I
would never know. Being the gentleman he was though, he did say to me I could
take a nap on his sofa and shower if I wished before coming back down for my
final day. I accepted. I needed it.
When the day finally came to an end and Jaehee came to meet
me in our office, I did feel a tad relieved, and yet also a little sad. I wasn’t
going to see Jumin again, it was all up to Jaehee now. Of course it was, I was
just a stand in. Nothing special. I quickly gathered my things after giving
Jaehee the run down and left the building.
Almost as soon as I sat down on my sofa at home, my phone
beeped at me. A text…from Jumin? What the heck? I sat up and opened the
“Thank you for being my assistant, I deeply appreciate it,
you were a hard worker” it said and I smiled, replying quickly.
“No, thank you for being a good boss, say hi to Elizabeth
for me, I hope we can work together again in the future” I typed, not expecting
a reply. And yet, I got one anyway.
“I don’t think so” I got back, making my heart sink. What
did he mean? Was all that just an act? But my phone beeped again before I could
“I’d much prefer to see you again in a non-professional way,
would you like dinner soon?”
I quickly replied, allowed the grin spread on my face like I
was a teenager again.
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Me sitting at working getting e-mails that people are following this blog
wait wait I was close to 420 I better check that
I MISSED IT
I’m still gonna draw the lit meme though (is that what the kids these days r saying LOL you young whippersnappers (I’m not that old I’m just playing)) so GET READY for this to happen potentially post floraball since that’s kinda busy
Over the years I’ve had to train myself to wipe the sorry off almost every work e-mail I write; otherwise, each might begin, Sorry for the delay, Sorry for the confusion, Sorry for whatever. One only has to read interviews with outstanding women to hear them apologizing. But I don’t intend to denigrate the power of apology: I keep in my sorry when I really mean it. And certainly there are many speakers whom I’d like to see do more trembling, more unknowing, more apologizing.
What if we could all mute our phones on the weekends, let our laptops gather dust during vacation, never again feel a buzzing in our pockets just as the appetizer arrives? Would we? And, if we did, would we be happier?
Harry always found himself stumbling upon the hills where he grew up. The meadow over his house, down the lake, near the tree where he had his first, real kiss. Home was home. His mom, his dad, his sister, no matter how famous he got, no matter where he was, home was still home.
But you, you were you. Sometimes, he would merely settle on just admiring you rather than sneaking under your arms and placing a kiss on your lips where you would giggle in between. Your hair would be in a total disarray during the mornings but it was one of the many things Harry found undoubtedly beautiful. With your hair sprawled across your pillow, sometimes landing on his as well, he would prop himself up and simply admire you as your chest rose with every breath. It wasn’t that he didn’t see any flaws in you, no, but it was that he had learned to fall in love with every single one of them along the way. Every possible insecurity about yourself was just another thing for Harry to love more than humanly possible.
“Hey,” you leaned against the doorway leading into the kitchen. “Gem’s coming over soon."
Harry was sat in the chair next to the kitchen island, with his chin in his palm and his eyes glued to the laptop sitting in front of him. “Alright,” he mumbled into his skin.
You headed over to the fridge and grabbed a water bottle before placing yourself across from him on the other side of the island, “I have to stop by work for a little bit but I’ll be back later tonight so it’ll just be you and Gem.”
He looked up from the screen and pouted like a baby, “Do you have to go?” He opened his arms and waited for you. You giggled and obliged to his hug. His arms wrapped around your waist and his hand slowly snuck down your bum, giving it a small squeeze causing you to squeal.
"Behave mister,” you swatted his arm playfully. “Your sister’s going to be here any minute and we don’t need her catching us in the act of anything.” You ran your lips along his, teasing him just a bit. His breathing hitched and his touch sent chills down your back.
“Well, it’s not like she never has,” he countered, leaning in to kiss you. Your lips met and he tasted of peppermint and home. Your tongues intertwined as he caressed your cheek. Your arms following an instinctive path, wrapped themselves around his neck and your fingers buried themselves under his curls. You tugged on his soft, luscious hair before you pulled away and came up for air. “I have to go, baby.”
You took a shuddering breath as he shook his head from side to side. “No, stay.” He pulled you in closer, refusing to let you go and began nuzzling his face into your neck like a lost puppy.
“C’mon Harry, I’m going to be late,” you pushed back and he gave in. You quickly pecked his lips before reaching for your purse on the counter.
You headed towards the door and he followed behind as you grabbed your keys from the bowl sat on the table next to the door. “Okay, so I’ll be back aroun-”
But before you could finish, he tugged your arm and spun you towards his chest gracefully. His hand pulled you in and he kissed you one last time. The kiss lingered before the two of you slowly disconnected. Your eyes remained shut, wishing you could stay in this moment for just a little longer. He leaned over and his lips grazed against your ear, causing your entire body to shiver. “I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you too.”
The doorbell rang and Harry rushed towards the foyer, grabbing the knob and opening the door to see his bright-haired sister. “Hiya,” she chirped, opening her arms to hug her missed brother.
“Hey Gem,” he mumbled into her shoulder. He let her in and she made her way over to the family room, dropping down onto the couch and spreading her arms across. Harry laughed as he watched his sister welcome herself into his home.
“Do you want anything to drink?” He yelled from the kitchen, already grabbing two glasses for wine.
“Yeah,” she hollered back.
Harry made his way back over to the family room, handing Gemma her glass before lifting her legs that were sprawled across the couch and sitting beside her, placing her legs back on top of his lap. “Thanks,” she said, taking a sip of the newly opened bottle of wine. “So where’s the little miss?”
“She had to stop by work for a bit,” Harry answered, smiling down, recapturing the moment you two had shared before you left.
“What’s that smirk, huh?” She poked his dimple, teasing him like how a big sister would. Harry pushed her hand away and nudged her playfully before leaning back and resting his shoulders against the soft cushions on the couch. “What’s going on?” She continued, taking another sip from her glass.
He shook his head at his sister and continued to blush. “I’m just- I’m just really happy,” he admitted, smiling a smile that reached ear to ear.
His sister’s heart warmed to the sound of love that she heard from him. She could tell he really loved you; you were the one that made him happy, crazily, hard in love. “Yeah… Yeah, I know you are,” she smiled. “I can tell she makes you really happy, H.”
“So happy,” he added. “When I’m with her, e-everything else seems to be okay and she’s the only one there and everything is just okay. I mean, I feel like- I feel like there isn’t anything I can’t do because she believes in me.” His eyes stayed focused on the floor and he continued to ramble on about you without any thought to it. “She doesn’t care about the fame, the money, Harry Styles. She cares about me. I know she is not without flaws but so am I and I love her. God, I love her. I’m so lucky to love her, Gem.”
She was speechless with tears ready to fall from her eyes. She’s never seen this kind of love where one could simply break without the other.
“I-I think she’s the one,” he smiled, finally looking up over to Gemma. She hadn’t realized she was crying until Harry brushed his thumb across her cheek. He sat his wine down on the table and pulled her in for a hug. “Why are you crying?” He asked as he stroked her hair.
She pulled back and took a shaky breath, “I’m just so happy. She’s perfect for you and I’ve never seen someone who could love another the way you do for her.” Harry smiled. “I love you. You’re my brother and all I want is for you to be happy the way you deserve to be. And you are.”
And with that, he was certain that he was going to marry you.
A Book of Pandoran Luminaries: A Borderlands Fan-Zine, Looking for Artists!
The Book of Pandoran Luminaries is a collaborative collection of transformative works by fans of the Borderlands series for fans of the Borderlands series.
This zine is entirely non-profit. That means, upon completion, the zine will be free to download as a PDF!
The artists involved will be donating their time and work to the project to help produce something unique for the community. The final page of the zine will have links to where fans can donate to their favorite contributors if they so choose! Donating will be entirely optional, and is just a way to say thank you to those involved for working so hard to make something so neat.
Interested? Here’s how to apply!
If you would like to be a part of the team, send samples to your work via e-mail to email@example.com before January 1st, 2016!
The subject line should read: “Application: your tumblr username here”, and should include:
Several (three or more) pieces of your work so that we can get a feel for your style. We’re looking for a lot of visual diversity, to please feel free to include works that are both related and unrelated to Borderlands!
AND/OR a link to your art blog or gallery.
Thank you so much for your time, and we very much hope you’ll participate! For more information on those responsible for the project, feel free to visit our About USpage on our main blog. For more information about applications and deadlines, click here.
As this is our first Zine, we’re looking for between 20-40 artists to contribute. Due to the projected volume of applicants, this means that not everyone who sends in an application will be selected. This is no reflection on your artistic skill; rather, its due to our desire to ensure the book is full of artistic variety and remains a manageable file size.
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Uh oh. FBI now claims to have fully recovered all Hillary Clinton emails that were believed to be erased
They’re doing wonderful things with computers these days…
The FBI has recovered personal and work-related e-mails from the private computer server used by Hillary Clinton during her time as secretary of state, according to a person familiar with the investigation.
The Federal Bureau of Investigation’s success at salvaging personal e-mails that Clinton said had been deleted raises the possibility that the Democratic presidential candidate’s correspondence eventually could become public. The disclosure of such e-mails would likely fan the controversy over Clinton’s use of a private e-mail system for official business.
The FBI is investigating how and why classified information ended up on Clinton’s server. The probe probably will take at least several more months, according to the person, who described the matter on condition of anonymity because the investigation is continuing and deals with sensitive information.
Did she learn nothing from Lois Lerner? If she said that her hard drive had crashed she would have gotten away with everything. I kid, I kid.
While her crimes might be serious in nature, we need to remind ourselves why she had the private servers in the first place: To keep her private, shady cronyist dealings from the public. There’s no other logical reason for her to have a private server. And the more we learn about how she and her husband flew around the world garnering “donations” to the Clinton Foundation from international leaders and power players in exchange for political favors, all under the guise of “making speeches”, the more all of it makes sense. That’s right, in all the misdirection about missing emails and such, let’s not lose sight of the real crime here: Big government cronyism.
But then again, it’s hard to know who or what to believe, especially where government is involved. I feel certain that we don’t have all the information. We don’t know if they really have all the emails. We don’t know for certain how many servers there were. The FBI is part of the Executive Branch. Do you think Obama is a passive observer in this investigation? Doubtful. There are dozens of political insiders who don’t want Hillary to be the Democratic nominee who I also suspect would be willing to do almost anything to hurt her chances. Similarly, there are those who would do almost anything to help soften the blow of this scandal. Etc.
My prediction is that we’ll be strung along for months waiting on some sort of smoking gun that proves that she broke the law. And while several instances of lawbreaking will be found, they will all be explained away.
All that being said, this is a fairly large development in the Hillary Clinton email saga.