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“Hey!” Luciel gripped her arm tightly and shook her out of it, his eyes soft and pitiful. “Not yet,” he said, and her eyes burned with determination, her red curls bouncing as she nodded in agreement.
“Not that. Just overwhelmed. Isn’t there any way to-”
“I tried,” Seven cut her off, his eyes darting around the edges of her face, almost as if checking if she were still there. “I tried to change the coding this time I really did I just don’t kn-”
“HERE! HERE! JUMIN’S LOVER LOOK HERE!” The flashes interrupted the conversation, and she had to just take what few words she’d gotten and try to make sense of them. She shot a smile just to make sure there weren’t bad photos of her to circulate as Sarah demanded the stage throwing accusations left and right of everything she’d done for Jumin, only for him to bluntly put an end to those rumors and make a fool of her in front of everyone present. And terribly, it felt good. Oh, it felt so good to see that bubblegum-haired bitch get exactly what she deserved for trying to worm her way manipulatively into Jumin’s wallet. And the fact she was Glam’s younger sister all this time and it was a joint effort into the Han family…?! It made the party coordinator hate the both of them even more. As displeased as she was with Mr. Chairman for his treatment of his son the past week or so for a vain pretend love, she did almost pity him now, seeing the hurt on his face as he learned the truth. She could only hope he and Jumin could patch things between them and grow stronger from this- she knew just how much family meant to him.
“Hey, HEY! Back off! You’re not welcome here!” Luciel began to wrestle back some of the more persistent reporters, Yoosung and Jaehee quick to join in to barricade her in and keep their paws off of their newest friend. Jaehee called security to flank in as well, and before long there was a wall of people protecting the new girl of the hour from antsy shutter fingers.
Jumin, however, was still on the microphone. “I’ve given you all the story you want, so now I will step down from the stage and go see my love. Enjoy the party, everyone.”
“Incoming!” Yoosung called out to alert the others of Jumin’s arrival, and the decision was met with disgruntled grumbles from Jaehee, who was glad this was all over but unappreciative of all the chaos it had caused that she now had to deal with.
The dark haired CEO-in-line strode with confidence through the parted seas of party-goers down the stairs and confidently over to the woman he’d seen only an hour or so before, but based on the look in his eyes, you’d think he’d been kept away from her for years. He openly allowed a smile to creep on his face as he approached the redheaded lady, shaking his head a little and making his fringe fall over his right eye. “I know I said it earlier, but I’m just so happy to see you wore the dress I gave you. It looks stunning, and I am so lucky.” The much taller man embraced the love of his life freely, as there was no need to hide how he felt about her anyways after his proclamation. He drew back and traced the fingertips of his gloves lightly on the exposed are between her shoulder blades, and something about the soft, tender touches filled with love caused her to smile sadly, knowing it was all over. Knowing that these very well were probably the last of these touches she would ever get from him, before all of this was gone from his memory forever. She looked at the clock instinctively, another time check, but Jumin only knit his eyebrows in concern. “Why the tears, princess?” He asked quietly, just for her. Ripping the gloves off haphazardly-even with his teeth, for one of the hands- and stuffing them in his coat pocket, Jumin wiped his thumbs across her cheeks, holding her face in his palms. “Was I mistaken to make our feelings public? I’m so sorry, my love, please don’t cry…”
She only shook her head in his hands, choking out a strangled laugh, because it couldn’t be further from the truth. “It’s not that,” she breathed out brokenly, smiling through the tears at him because her love shone through the sadness. “I… I don’t want to go, Jumin. I never want to leave you.”
“Sweetheart,” He crooned, voice laden with such sadness that she wat hurting, and reassurance that he was right there. “You don’t have to. I’m so sorry I had to spend even a second away from you today, it agonized me to be away from you. You don’t have to go anywhere… You can just stay here. With me. Just the two of us.”
It was. To her, right now, knowing these were the last moments, it really was just the two of them. She nodded, and he let his hands ghost down from her face to meet her own dainty ones, giving her fingers a small squeeze with a teary smile of his own. “Y-You know,” did he just stutter? Jumin Han? Oh, he was so nervous, and she thought it was so cute. What did he possibly have to be nervous for? She knew what he was going to do. He knew she was going to say yes. “Actually, that… ties in to what I wanted to talk to you about…”
He was down on one knee, and fumbling stupidly adorably though his suit jacket’s inside pocket. “My love,” he kissed her hand that was held in his, before producing the box he’d been seeking and holding it up to her, still shut. “You’ve opened up a new chapter in my life,” and she was crying again, quietly. She really didn’t want to leave. Please, Please… Don’t make her leave…
“I love you so much,” Jumin continued. “And I want you to always be with me, forever.”
She was nodding, even if he hadn’t asked yet and she knew her clock was running out. This was what she so desperately wanted, all this time… She hadn’t known it all those other cycles of 11 days, but this time, she really felt like this was where she was meant to be. “Will you… Let me be your life companion, my love?”
A watch alarm went off, but she didn’t even hear it, so swept up in the moment. She nodded furiously, before crying out a “Yes!!” And throwing herself into a hug with her beloved, feeling the rumble of his laughter in his chest as he squeezed her back tightly. People around them cheered and those with cameras that still managed to have a straight shot snapped photos of the ceremonious occasion, bringing the two back to a world where more than just the other existed. Jumin slipped the ring onto his fiancée’s finger once she’d drawn back enough for him to do so, and the two of them waved like a couple of royals to the crowds around them. Ve surged forward to wrap Jumin in a congratulatory hug as the rest of the RFA vied for her to congratulate, Yoosung lifting the girl in a celebratory manner as Jaehee smiled and Zen promised he’d knock some sense into Jumin if he EVER mistreated her. When she was back on the ground, she turned to Luciel as well, who was oddly enough just standing back from everything that had happened, hands stuffed in his pockets. He was so quiet, and she approached him, delirious smile on her lips as everything else had been forgotten. “Seven!” She said, shaking him by the bicep. “Can you believe it?!”
He shook his head, and finally she placed the odd look on his face: bewilderment. “I-… I mean you…! And-” He checked his watch again, then the wall clock to see if maybe it was off, and her eyes followed, before the newly engaged woman let out a hushed gasp.
“It’s…”
“Past time.” He filled in, a quivering smile growing on his lips. “You’re still here.”
“You did it,” she said, her voice undeniably grateful and in awe. “I don’t know what the hell you did, but you did it!” And she threw her arms around him as well, earning a strangled “ACK!” from her savior, who was quick to pry her off of himself in order not to earn a Death By Jumin. And speak of the man, there he was coming now.
“Jumin!” Luciel addressed, holding out a hand in formality to shake in congratulations. “May you two have the best. And if you find yourself in the need of a Hacker God at any point planning the event, you know where to find me~. I do forced price lowerings, ‘sudden’ availability, you name it! Seven Zero Seven Weddings, at your service!”
The dark haired man shook his head in amusement, wrapping his arms around the woman he loved and delivering a chaste pack to her temple. “We’ll be fine without your… Illicit means, Luciel. But thank you.”
The hacker threw one last knowing wink in the woman’s direction before scampering off, probably to go tell some reporters some lie about Yoosung that will make them follow him around as a prank. Jumin slid around his beloved so he was facing her, the two of them actually alone now. “Hello, husband-to-be,” she taunted, resting her hands on the small of his neck as his found their place around her waist.
Jumin laughed, happily, pressing his forehead down to hers and closing his eyes for a moment to absorb the feeling. “Hello, future wife,” he retorted, before reopening them to stare into hers with a small smile still reminiscent on his lips as he tasted the words for the first time. He decided he liked them, a lot. Jumin closed the gap between them and pressed their first kiss as fiancés onto her lips, a chuckle bubbling out of his chest and between them immediately after. “I love you,” he exhaled, lips still only millimeters away from her own. “And I will never, ever stop loving you, my beautiful, beautiful wife-to-be.”