☆ WRITTEN JUNE 2020 ☆

A/N: So I know this isn't really an anime, but whatever. Art from it is included at cons alongside anime merch and people frequently compare this fool to: 

Which is an offence deserving no less that 10 billion years in Purgatory. 

He sucks. 

anywayyyyyy in this, you're a businesswoman, doing generic business things, who (as the family guy clip says) is missing something in your life but doesn't realise it because you're so busy with business. You meet Jumin, and find out you share a fair amount of personality traits. After growing closer, you have fun together, bringing out a sweeter and caviler side, which is actually pretty funny, too. 

Aight, let's go den.

"So, when we land in Seoul, we're going straight to the meeting. We don't have time to stop at the hotel. I'm sorry, Miss {L/N}. Your schedule is extremely tight this time." 

You sighed, turning to address your assistant, slightly disappointed, but not at all surprised upon his comment. "It's fine, Liam. Thanks for letting me know." 

"For the record, you don't look like you've been a plane for six and a half hours." He smiled, pushing his glasses back up on his face. They were a bit too large for him anymore. He needed new ones. Perhaps you should give him a raise..."Very poised." 

Laughing a bit, you thanked him. "Will the driver be waiting at the gate?" 

Liam nodded as the captain announced your decent. 

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The sounds of high heels on polished tile echoed through the open lobby of C&R International. From high skylights, a strong midday sun poured into the room, illuminating each swish of your hair as you trekked forward. Crystal vases containing roses, sunflowers, lilies and irises sparkled in the sunshine as they rested upon the desks of secretaries leading up to the meeting rooms near the west wing of the building. Checking his watch, Liam exhaled. He turned to you. "We're a bit early. That'll work well for us." 

You smiled, glancing around. From the moment you and your staff entered, people had been doing their best to hide the fact that they were intrigued by your appearance at their company. You stood out: foreign, young and beautiful, you were a target of attention. It was no different in London, or Paris, on Wall Street, Singapore, or in Hong Kong. In your mid-twenties, single, and impressive, your success was unprecedented, and you were the last person who expected it. It was only five years prior to that mid-summer afternoon that you were in technical support yourself. Concealing mirth, you turned to address your assistant once more. "What's the name of the guy we're meeting with today?"

"Oh." Liam cleared his throat. "Well, you know we were meant to meet with the Chairman, right?"

You held in a scoff. "Of course." 

"He won't be here this time." You stopped walking, doing your best to hide acute annoyance. 

"What? Why not? We came all the way from Pulau Ujong, and he decided to make other arrangements? What for?" 

"Apparently his other proposal came first. A coffee investment." Liam looked slightly embarrassed. 

"What? What are you not telling me?" You picked up on it right away. He cleared his throat again. 

"Well, he has a new girlfriend. She wants to open some sort of cafe." 

You groaned, tossing your head back before straightening back up and composing yourself. You were in his building. You couldn't be rude. Whispering, you stalked forward, addressing Liam as you neared the room in which your meeting was to be held. "Okay, so if he went off on a love quest, then who are we meeting with to discuss our investment?" 

He paused. "Well, you might actually like this." 

"Who, Liam?" You didn't have time to listen to explanations. "What's his name?" 

"Han. Jumin Han." He continued, now speaking normally. "He's the Chairman's son." 

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Hours later, after you'd heard more than enough convincing arguments concerning your branch's international interests in C&R, you were finally, finally going back to your hotel, to take a shower, call your family, and sleep. After walking back to the lobby you were almost...almost out the door, freedom so close, when you were stopped as someone called out to you. You heard a few hushed whispers accompany the salutation. 

"Miss {L/N}! Wait a moment." 

You turned back around, facing the person who'd addressed you, and couldn't help but feel a soft sense of nervousness creep down your back. Oh damn. It was the Chairman's son. Maybe he changed his mind. You waved to Liam, telling him to wait outside, but instantly regretted it. Why? Why did you do that? No time to worry about it now...

"Oh, hi...Mr. Han." Your face felt hot. Why? Was it because you were afraid your proposal actually went wrong? Was it because you were tired as hell and wanted so so badly to leave, or was it because he was absolutely nothing like you'd expected? 

He frowned, and you held your breath. "You can call me Jumin. I don't think I'm that much older than you. The formalities in there were overdone, if I may say."  

You smiled, and his expression softened. He seemed glad you took that well. "Jumin. Call me {F/N}, then. Or, better yet, call me {nickname}. That's what all my friends use..." He looked more content. "And my parents." 

"Oh, is your father the Chairman of your company, too?" You laughed, shaking your head. 

"No." He smiled at your reply. "I actually used to be a lowly clerk. Definitely not a corporate heir like yourself." You winked. "I was never poor or anything, but I made my way up on my own." You looked upward, at the still brighter day peeking its way into the comfortably cool foyer of the massive conglomerate in the city proper. "It's been hard, I'll tell you the truth, so I appreciate you meeting us since your father couldn't." 

"What are you planning to do now?" He didn't offer a formal reply, brushing past your compliment. 

"What do you mean?" You tensed back up. Perhaps he really had come back to let you down. "We're moving forward with the contract right away. Back in London, they're getting the monies wired to-" He cut you off. 

"No, I mean in Seoul. For the rest of your time here." He wasn't making it any easier for you to leave. "There's quite a lot to see." 

"Honestly, Jumin, I want nothing more than to go to my hotel and relax. I've been in a plane for almost seven hours, then in a car all the way out here, then sat through that meeting. I want to stop in my suite, get cleaned up, then get a glass of wine and take a nap." 

"Jet lag will bother you if you do that. You need to wait to go to bed at a normal time." 

"What?" You were relatively stunned. He wasn't telling you what to do, was he? He was acting like an old man! "I mean, is it really your place...to...I'm sorry. I don't mean to be rude." 

"It's fine." He smiled, stepping closer to you. "I actually wanted to ask you a question. It wasn't really something I intended to do at first, but at the risk of being rude myself, would you let me take you out for a drink tonight? After you get comfortable and everything?" 

"What?" Your face felt hot again. This wasn't happening. You'd already signed the contract. You were more than used to younger businessmen in prominent positions using their looks and money to persuade female clients into signing larger contracts, investing more money, all that, but this was so sudden, almost impulsive. You thought of Liam as you cleared your throat. "That would be lovely, Jumin." You kicked yourself internally for offering up a similarly impulsive reply. "But why? We already agreed to invest with you." 

He blinked. "Are you insinuating that offers like mine are never genuine?" 

Damn it. Why? Why did you say such a foolish thing? "I mean...sometimes...especially when men like you...who look like you..." You actually swore. "Can I ask you an honest question? He nodded. "Do you do this a lot?" 

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"It was crazy!" You laughed, leaning your head against the side of window as a sturdy black car drove you and another dazzlingly attractive young businessperson towards the city center. "You acted so weird." Placing your hand over his, you smiled. He returned the gesture. 

"So did you." He laughed. "You were actually quite rude." You snatched your hand away. 

"Oh, I was?" You leaned forward, looking at him through narrowed eyes. "I've known you for three whole years now, and I am absolutely positive I was the only woman you ever gave time management advice to after signing a contract. You bossed me around, Jumin." 

"I was helping you out." He leaned towards you as well. "Didn't it work?" You held in a laugh. "You slept well that night, didn't you?" 

"Fine!" You moved away, folding your arms. "Yes, you were right. Still. it was a very unique first encounter." 

"I just felt different around you, {Y/N}." He smiled. "From the very beginning. It was like you were already a part of my life." 

"Oh, that's not sappy at all." You smiled, too. "But thank you." You uncrossed your arms, and took his hand again, glancing out of the window beside you. Outside, the sun was yet again bright, but there was a softer air to the outside world that day. Fall was nearing its end, and winter would soon bring snow, cold winds and more time spent inside with the completely unexpected love of your life. "Hey, so, thanks for agreeing to go shopping with me today." 

He raised an eyebrow, almost surprised. "No thanks needed." Smiling, he moved closer to you again. "I'll do anything you ask, always and forever." You rolled your eyes. "Plus" you found it a bit hard to breathe as he leaned in, whispering for some reason, making an entirely normal comment come alive with anticipation and excitement. You knew you were blushing. "It is your birthday soon." 

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From the floor to the ceiling, the section of the expensive shop that you singled out front he moment you entered the enormous, ostentatious, and high end shopping mall was covered in shiny, shimmery decor, and all around you stood countless luxuries, that five years ago, you could afford once every three months, if you put absolutely zero dollars in savings. You'd come a long way since then. 

"So..." Jumin began looking around. "What do you want me to get you?" 

"You don't have to get me anything." You smiled. "I can buy it. The purses in Chanel are way overpriced." 

He laughed. "Every time we go somewhere like this, you tell me the same thing." 

You narrowed your eyes. "Oh? What's that?" 

"Come on, {Y/N}, you know what I mean." He folded his arms, still laughing. "I know you don't like it when I shower you with gifts and buy you whatever you want...spending my money on you is not something I dislike. I want to do it." You sighed as he stepped closer. "I know you don't just like me because I'm rich. You've made that clear from the start. So, let me spoil you a bit, okay?" You pursed your lips. "Please?" He placed a hand on your shoulder. "For the woman I love?" 

You smiled and stepped back. "Okay! Well, if you absolutely insist, I'd like that one." You pointed, upward behind where Jumin stood, at a sleek, black purse with shiny golden accents. 

"Of course, Princess." You scoffed, never admitting you secretly loved it when he called you that. "But...not right now." 

You scoffed this time, aloud. "What? Why?" 

He smiled, laughing yet again. "I said it was your birthday soon. Not at this very moment." He winked. "Now that I know what you want, I shall come back, on my own, and buy it for you." Extending his hand, he continued. "For tonight, why don't we go out drinking? I know a fantastic winery a little ways from here, and I've told you countless times you don't need a designated driver. Let's go wild." 

You laughed as you took his hand, accepting his offer. "You're so different than when I first knew you. You're so much more...alive now, Jumin." 

"I never knew how to love before, I suppose." He pulled you towards him as you followed him back out to the waiting car. 

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Sunlight streamed into where you slept, hair a matted, tangled mess. The room was cold, comfortable, and beside you, the blue light of an aquarium cast azure beams across your face. Waking slowly, you tossed and turned before abruptly sitting up as a loud bang erupted through the penthouse. Looking around to see what caused the noise, you found it rather quickly. You'd knocked something over. 

Shaking your head as you fully roused, you concealed a grin as you leaned forward, picking up a white box with a black satin bow tied around it. Pulling it open, you smiled as you looked inside, finding only a note.

{Y/N}, 

I apologise. I couldn't wait. We drank far too much wine last night and around nine this morning, when the store opened, I had driver Kim take me back and buy you that gift after all. You're probably still sleeping, so I'll elaborate a little as I've gone to meet Assistant Kang for a pressing matter that came up unexpectedly. I will be back tonight. Take care of Elisabeth the 3rd for me until I do. Anyway, to get to the point, I didn't remember which purse you wanted, and, given my clouded judgement upon awakening, I seemed to have purchased...all of the bags they had on display. Please don't hate me. 

I love you, 

Happy early Birthday.

Best, 

Jumin Han. 

Looking up at the countless boxes before you, you couldn't stop yourself. You laughed, smiling joyfully, before leaping up like a child on Christmas morning, eager to open each carefully wrapped present given to you by a loved one. After about three discarded ribbons swished their way to the floor, you heard a faint meow, and turned to see a truly becoming sight. A fluffy white cat had made her way into the box containing Jumin's note. Settling down comfortably, Elly purred softly, and you continued your afternoon together, happy and carefree, awaiting the return of someone you could have only dreamed of in the past. 

Both of you were young, vibrant and appealing when you first met (and naturally, you still were that day), but you were alone and lost, and you'd found a shared purpose in each other. Initially afraid to let your guard down, you started out afraid, but after knowing one another, you couldn't be happier. What began as fear evolved into joy, trust, and adoration. 

You loved him, and he loved you, and that was worth all the money in the world...but...

On a more selfish note, in a more material fashion, opening all of those Chanel purses that evening in early winter- that was the best birthday you'd ever had, and even though you in no way loved Jumin for his money, you did love the fact that you enjoyed the life you shared, and what came with it. 

Later that year, you'd come to know even more about what you meant to him. You'd continue to uncover more secrets about him, and he you, over and over again. You were proud that day, and for the days to come that you'd agreed to get that drink with him all that time ago.

It was the best "business" decision you ever made. 

{A/N: okayyyy so that was aight I suppose. I've been losing my motivation with this stuff recently, so I am trying my best to find ways to get that *spark* in my system again, and to just dive into writing like I did before so I can start on a REAL book. It'll happen. Fo sho. Anyway, one last thing I'll say is DAMN Jumin's situation in that game is tragically wack at certain points. Poor guy. Though, I actually can relate to several of his characteristics. As a fellow repressed young adult afraid of love and therefore repressed, I feel u bro. I feel u. 

Thanks for reading to those who do. U da best.

Much love as always, 

~ Britt}