Jumin Week 2020

day 7 - pajamas

today's prompt was 'striped shirts' / 'silk underwear.' I chose striped shirts!

this takes place during and after the chat at 21:58 on day 7 of Jumin's route! this is one of my favorite parts of his route.

thank you all so much for your support, and enjoy!

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She glanced over at him as her face began to flush with color. Jumin had settled into the couch a few minutes earlier, opting to sit at the opposite end from her. He seemed lost in thought; his gaze wasn't quite focused on the phone in his hands, so her eyes flitted back to her own device, scanning the messages once more to make sure she hadn't imagined them.

ZEN: Anyways, I get that you're not getting any weird thoughts

ZEN: even though you're alone with MC right now.

Jumin Han: I don't know.

ZEN: What do you mean;;

She pressed her teeth into her tongue, glancing back up only to meet Jumin's eyes. She looked away quickly, focusing on thinking about what to say in response instead of the heat in her cheeks.

She smiled as a silly thought came into her mind, knowing that Zen would absolutely hate the very idea. But that only spurred her on. She also wanted to help shift the subject a little, knowing that Jumin was having a rough time and didn't need to be interrogated.

MC: I... want to wear Jumin's striped shirt as my pajamas, but he keeps stopping me.

She hesitantly pressed send, watching as a small smile lifted Jumin's lips. She saw him begin typing, her heart jumping at what he would have to say. But as she looked back to the chatroom in anticipation, she was met with the exact reaction she'd expected from Zen.

ZEN: No!!!!!!!!!

She couldn't help but giggle to herself, the sound drawing Jumin's gaze as he finished typing.

Jumin Han: Your pajamas will be delivered soon in perfect size.♛ 

ZEN: No!!!!

ZEN: Never!!

ZEN: Don't even think about pajamas.

ZEN: Since you're not spending the night there! 

She couldn't help but be amused, rolling her eyes a little at how worked up Zen was getting and how she'd been able to guess that he'd have that reaction.

But the whole conversation sparked an idea in her mind, one that rapidly grew into a plan. She was undoubtedly grateful that Jumin had gone to the trouble of ordering tailored clothes for her, but seeing how adamant Zen was about her not wearing his shirt stirred a sort of childish mischief in her.

Before she could convince herself otherwise, she stood from the couch and met Jumin's gaze when it was drawn to her.

"Is it okay if I use the bathroom?" she asked. He nodded, standing from the couch to meet her.

"Of course. It's that door just there," he informed her, gesturing with his hand towards the door she'd already guessed led to the bathroom.

"Thank you," she smiled, stepping forward to walk past him. She quickly realized she could have gone the other way, noticing how small of a space she had to squeeze between him and the coffee table. A bright blush rose to her cheeks as she clenched her jaw in embarrassment.

"Sorry," she breathed out as she moved past him, feeling her body lightly brush against his. His soft scent washed over her senses, making her heart jump against her ribs. But she kept walking, moving to the bathroom quickly and almost regretting getting up at all.