Warning: the reader is sad.

You turned your speakers on, connected your phone to them and played on your favourite playlist.

As the tune of your ultimate jam blasted around you, you swayed your body to the beat. You felt stress and anxiety leave your body via the sweat droplets that evaporated from your skin. You imagined anxiety and all your stresses dissolving in the liquid and disappearing away into the air; leaving you light and filled with energy. The parting was a must: these toxic friends had been sucking your soul dry from the inside and you really needed a stress relief.

The chorus came, and you jumped wildly, dancing clumsily and shouting the lyrics at the top of your lungs. You moved your head up and down, in synch with the beats, beat-boxed to the drums and bass and also did the background vocals.

All your sadness was fading away - disintegrating and melting away. You felt like all the weight had been lifted off of your chest and body. You felt like someone who had smelt and breathed the fresh air for the first time and so you took large puffs of air and let it fill your lungs and reach all the dark and empty crevices of your lungs. You felt blood rush to you in energetic beats and you didn't realise that you had started crying in the middle of all this.

You wiped your tears and tested a small laugh - it came out croaky, rusty and dry. It felt out of place and just odd. So you tried again: this time it was dry and hollow. And again. And again.

And so this time it was just odd, but not dry or empty. So you opened your mouth and tried to laugh with as much energy as you could muster and it worked for a few minutes, until you broke down again.

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The door to the gigantic music room opened and in walked the mysterious Jumin Han.

He didn't acknowledge your presence and you didn't make it known, so you quietly shrank to the corner of the room.

He sat down on the stool of his pianoforte and uncovered it. And then, his expert fingers danced across the keys and you stared in awe: his fingers expertly swayed and tapped against the keys. The music he created wasn't just mere compressions and rarefactions: the dance of his fingers, the movement of his eyes, the concentration on his forehead, everything. It was all music to you and so you closed your eyes, letting the music surround you and bathe you in the calm waters of tranquility.

Unbeknownst to you, Jumin had been observing you and his expression softened when he saw you nodding along to his tune. It made his heart flutter and joy sink into his veins. He chuckled to himself, thinking back to when he had seen you dancing to the music wildly. He had never seen you look so calm and at peace and so full of joy as when you looked while dancing, unaware of him looking at you.

He wished he could see you like that more often. But you were always on your guard around him and never really spoke to him, except for when it was completely necessary. He wished he could dig deeper and try to resolve your worries and unwind the knots in your heart and brain, if only you'd let him.

You both lived under the same roof: you'd moved in a few weeks ago when Seven had suggested that you stay with Jumin until the deal with the hacker was resolved. You had been very friendly and chatty with Jumin on the chatroom and he had grown an immediate liking to you: you were funny, smart, mature and intelligent. And when he had seen you walk in through those doors, he had been left breathless. You were beautiful. So beautiful. As soon as a few days had passed, you had isolated yourself and stopped talking to Jumin altogether. He was confused at first, but then he understood. You didn't want to grow close to him, and he respected you for that. To each their own, he had thought, even though his heart had fallen in defeat.

He sighed to himself. He needed wine to clear his head.

♡

Jumin was sitting on his sofa, wine glass in hand and Elly on his lap. He was petting her and she contentedly purred at him, to which he gave her small smiles.

"Hi, Jumin."

Said boy, gulped and looked at you, his heart beating a little faster.

"Hello, (Y/N)."

You stood awkwardly, pushing imaginary strands of hair behind your ear nervously. "Did I.. disturb you?"

He shook his head. He looked unceremoniously flustered. Was he alright?

"Would you - would you like some wine?"

"Uh, s-sure."

He gently sat Elizabeth The Third down and stood up, straightening his shirt and trousers. "I'll go get it."

"T-thanks, Jumin."

He ran a hand through his hair and gave you an awkward half-smile of sorts and went to grab wine.

You exhaled nervously. Jumin made you really very nervous: something about the way he spoke, the way he dressed and how good-looking he was made you stop and stare. He was from a completely different world, and yet here he was, making you struggle for air and do double-takes. He was just.. ethereal. And you didn't want to let his spark die, so you stayed away.

Here you are, he had said, handing you the wine glass.

You sat down next to him, close enough to feel the heat he was radiating.

You drank that glass. And you took another and soon enough, you were really, really drunk.

"More," you croaked.

Jumin shook his head, putting your glass away, "You've had too much to drink. You had two glasses and you're already so tipsy. Time to put you to bed, (Y/N)."

"I'm not tipsy. Slightly drowsy."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Seriously, Jumin Han. I am fine."

"No."

"I wanted to say that I really like your hair and face and personality and also you but you are arrogant so I don't want to say I fancy you-"

Jumin's face grew red, "L-let's put you to bed, (Y/N)."

"Can you say my name again?"

He looked at you incredulously, "What?"

"Say (Y/N) again. Please."

He said your name and you giggled.

"Your lips look so pretty when you say my name. It also sounds so melodious when you say it."

"You're drunk. Please let me carry you to bed and put you to sleep."

"Okay," you wrapped your arms around him and he carried you, bridal style, to your bedroom.

He gently lay you on the bed, tucked you in and whispered good night before turning around to leave.

"Jumin...."

He turned around, "Yes, (Y/N)?"

"Jumin, please stay here till I fall asleep. I feel weird," you drawled out, your vision cloudy.

He tentatively sat down on the foot of your bed.

"Do you know any stories?"

"Uh-"

"Please tell me a story. I love your voice."

"You've had too much to drink. Please don't say things you'll regret tomorrow."

"Please?"

"Fine."

"Can you hold my hand while you read it? I will fall asleep easier that way."

Jumin stammered, "H-hold your hand?"

"Please."

He stood up and you were about to protest when he walked over to the other side of the bed and sat down opposite to you.

He grabbed your hand, and you could finally see how stormy his grey eyes really were. His eyes, you noticed for the first time, were very beautiful and mysterious.

He noticed you staring because he cleared his throat, awkwardly. "So... uh.. story?"

He began and your eyes began to grow drowsy a few minutes into his dreamy voice.

"You're amazing, Jumin. I love you," you mumbled, half asleep and kissing his hand.

He froze and was about to mumble an I love you back, when he saw that you were fast asleep.

He sighed to himself.

He stood up, pulled your covers up a little, and kissed your forehead, "Night."

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A/N: Writing Jumin fluff makes me so warm inside i am crying.