Jumin still hasn’t removed his hand from your face after adjusting your hair. What he wouldn’t give for more time to spend with you here, while you were in front of him. Your gaze drops to his lips and then slowly back to his eyes. “How about a goodbye kiss?” you ask, eyes sparkling.
Without hesitating, Jumin pulls you towards him to bring your mouth to his. Your body, so soft, melts against his own. You lean into him and Jumin is acutely aware of every part of your body that’s touching his. He wraps an arm around your lower back to hold you close.
After a moment, you pull back from the kiss. “Jumin,” you say, your breath warm against his lips, “don’t you… have a meeting?”
“There’s still a moment or two left,” Jumin says, kissing you once more. “I can’t… let you go just yet.”
You turn your face away so he can’t reach your lips. “Jumin, you… oh.” Just because he can’t kiss your lips doesn’t mean he can’t kiss your neck. He presses his lips to the hollow just under your jawbone and continues to kiss lower and lower, following the curve of your neck to your collarbone. He knows this is your weak point, and you know it, too. Your breathing begins to quicken. “That’s… cheating…”
You don’t seem to mind anymore, though. You thread your fingers through his hair and let out a long sigh as he lingers at the skin where your neck meets your shoulder. The necklace chain rests at your throat, as beautiful and delicate as you are. “It’s not cheating when you offer it to me so readily,” Jumin murmurs.
You turn your head towards him again, perhaps hoping to present less of your neck for him to kiss. No matter. Jumin greets your lips with his and watches as your eyelids flutter shut. He moves the hand not holding you to him down your body, outlining your every curve under the dress. You taste deliciously like the strawberries you ate for dessert.
You lean into him more heavily and tug at his shirt with your hand. Jumin smiles into the kiss. Yes. Yes, you can be much more greedy, he thinks. Jumin pulls at his tie to loosen it and you’re quick to pull it off and undo the top two buttons of his shirt. The next kiss has more hunger behind it, more desire. You wind yourself further into his arms and put one leg between his, pressing yourself closer. Always closer. Jumin groans as you pull away from his lips to rain kisses down on his throat, his hands pulling roughly at your shoulders to hold you to him.
Knock knock.
You gasp and pull back, sudden panic filling your eyes. The two of you barely manage to move apart when the door opens.
“Mr. Han, the meeting…” There is a very awkward pause during which Jumin picks his tie up off the floor. “Ah. Hello,” Jaehee says.
“Hello, Jaehee,” you say, and your face seems to make the air around you shimmer with heat. Jumin’s quite sure his cheeks are red as well.
“I will wait outside for you to… compose yourself,” Jaehee says, and sidesteps out of the room, closing the door behind her.
“Ohhh God that was so awkward,” you say, pressing your face into Jumin’s chest. “She’ll never look at me the same.”
Jumin gently strokes your back in what he hopes is a comforting manner. He notices a slight bruise beginning to form on your neck and can’t help but smile to himself. You let out a long sigh and pull away to help him with his tie. Jumin’s eyes are trained on the bruise, the colour already quite visible against your skin. He touches it gently with a fingertip and you pause while tying.
Your fingers overlap his, tracing the same spot. “You didn’t… oh God. Well, if she didn’t know already…” You sigh again and look up at Jumin. “You’re not… why do you look happy about this?”
Jumin realizes he’s smiling. “It’s… nice to let the world know you’re mine,” he says as you finish tying the knot in his tie.
“There are many other ways to do that, too,” you say, brushing a white hair (probably from Elizabeth 3rd) off of his shirt. “But, well… I suppose I didn’t mind too much…” You turn around and pick Jumin’s phone up off of his desk and hand it to him. “Now, go to your meeting. I promise I’ll see you tonight.”