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Jumin Han liked to think he had good control over his emotions. That had been instantly disproved the moment he fell for you. In that whirlwind of emotions and utter insanity, you were the only stability he found. It was only natural he’d adore you to the point he didn’t care whether you stripped him of his dignity or not.
Perhaps that was why he didn’t think about the way he felt right this second. Jumin set his pen down for the seventh time in the last twenty minutes. His hand fell to the phone in his pocket. It had already been a few hours since he last saw you. Perhaps he should text you and check in?
No; Assistant Kang would surely scold him for getting distracted in the middle of work. He should at least finish signing off the document before him, he figured, and reward himself with checking up on you afterwards.
He picked the pen back up. Another signature here, there, and…
Surely he could at least check in on you, right? It would only take a second. Jumin convinced himself it would only be to ensure his beloved wife’s safety. Hardly a second would go by. He slipped the device out, instantly finding your name amongst the less important RFA members.
“Hello, my love. How are you? Is everything going smoothly at home?”
His fingers moved nimbly across the screen, typing the text out and sliding the phone back in his pocket before anyone would even notice it was out at all. Jumin retrieved his pen again, getting back to work easier without the weight of checking in on his shoulders. He would not allow himself to be distracted any longer.
He would simply wait for your response, and take out his phone to reply only at that moment. He would not allow himself to be distracted.
One minute passed. No response. Two minutes, no response. Three, four...no vibration in his pocket. Jumin dropped his pen, looking at the clock. Five minutes went by, and you had not responded. He frowned deeply, sliding the phone out once more. No, he hadn’t missed a thing- you truly hadn’t sent a text back.
Perhaps you simply missed it, he thought, typing another mesasge.
“Are you online, my darling? Surely you haven’t gone back to-”
“Mr. Han.” Jaehee’s steely tone cut through the office. His gaze snapped up to find a cold smile on her lips. “You wouldn’t happen to be texting MC, would you?”
“...Only to make sure that she-”
“Mr. Han, may I remind you that texting Mrs. Han should wait until your break comes? You have several papers in need of approval and four more meetings before you leave, this evening. I recommend you use your time productively so as to avoid working late, sir.” Jaehee’s scolding was warranted, he’d give her that.
Jumin nodded curtly, expression plagued only by the tiniest hint of worry. “I have only been using my phone because it is of utmost importance. MC has not responded to my texts in the last several minutes.” He explained, adding, “Have you spoken with her, by any chance?”
Jaehee checked her own phone, shaking her head. “I’m afraid not, sir. That’s rather unlike her.”
“I know.” Jumin said grimly, already typing in your number. “Check and see if she’s been in contact with the other RFA members.”
“Mr. Han, I don’t think that will be necessary. It’s likely she’s simply left her phone in another room, or she’s too busy to notice it.”
“Assistant Kang.” Jumin’s voice became ten degrees cooler. “I need to make sure.”
“...Yes sir.” Jaehee conceded reluctantly, her expression displeased. She knew better than to question Jumin on matters regarding you, but the workload always had a way of piling up; more often than not, on her.
But that was the last thing on Jumin’s mind. His heart beat faster with every second you weren’t picking up, the excruciating dial tone making it impossible for him to think. Missing texts was one thing, but a call? A terrible feeling dropped in his stomach.
‘I need to check on her.’
Jumin started for the door, brushing past Jaehee as she said,
“No one has spoken with MC since last night. I wonder if she’s alright…”
“Call the hotel security, get them to bring up current CCTV footage immediately.”
“Yes sir.” Was all she could manage before he was gone. Driver Kim had already been called. Jumin waited for the footage to be sent to his phone, weaving through the employees at a terribly brisk pace. Jumin didn’t like how uneasy he felt.
The possibility that you could be in danger, after everything you’d been through-
He was halfway to the ground floor when the security footage was patched through. Living area: empty. Bedroom: empty. Kitchen, office, hallway: all empty.
‘Oh, God.’ Jumin grasped the elevator rail to keep from giving out. An unimaginable, icy fear flooded his system. You were gone. Missing. Someone had taken you.
Someone had his beloved.
Numbly, he stumbled from the elevator, making a break for the car waiting outside. He didn’t notice the strange looks or alarmed calls. Al he could think about you; for the first time, in a frightening light.
“Take me home immediately. As fast as you can- we haven’t a moment to lose.” Jumin ordered the poor driver who was rattled by the sudden demand.
“Y-yes, yes sir…!’
Jumin gripped his pants leg, dialing Seven with trembling fingers. He needed to stay calm. No matter what, keep calm. Panicking wouldn’t help the situation. It wouldn’t help him find you. His love. His most precious wife. The one and only he could never bear to ever lose-
“Jumin? What’s up!! Talk about a surprise call~”
“Luciel.” Jumin’s voice wavered, finding it difficult to even speak. “I need you to trace MC and find her. She hasn’t answered any calls or texts and she’s nowhere at home.”
“Jaehee already told me to. She suggested it after she asked if we talked to MC- I thought it was weird, myself, so I’ve already been tracking her. I’ll let you know where she is the second I get a lock on!”
“Hurry. If she’s in any danger…”
“Don’t worry! If she’s in trouble, we’ll definitely save her. We’ll find her, Jumin!” Luciel assured him. But it didn’t ease Jumin’s nerves in the least. He stared out the window, watching anxiously as the scenery rolled by. They were a few meters out, but for some reason, every meter he got closer, the worse he felt.
‘What if something happened to you? What if you were injured or being tortured? Worse, what if your kidnapper took you away and left you to die in some foreign country? What if they hurt you, or abused you? What if they-’
The last thought nearly sent him over the edge before he could even think it through. Jumin inhaled sharply as the panic set in.
‘No, no, no- panicking is illogical.’ He told himself, ‘I will not panic. I will not panic. I refuse to-’
“Mr. Han, we’ve arrived. Do you need any help-?”
He flew out the car without a second thought. He burst into the building and made a beeline for the elevator. He couldn’t have punched in the buttons fast enough. He texted like a mad man- it was about all he could do as he waited through the agonizing lift.
“MC I’m almost home. Are you alright”
“Please say something- anything--”
“MC darling, please-”
“Jumin!!” He froze, seeing his name. The menial hope he felt died when he saw it was from 707. “I traced her phone, but it says she never left. She’s still in the flat, it looks like.”
“How?” He texted, just as the doors slid open. Jumin didn’t waste a second, sprinting down the hall and straight to the apartment. He unlocked the door and swung it open in one swift movement. He moved straight through the flat, searching for you.
“MC?!” He called. It didn’t make sense- none of the footage showed you in the flat. You weren’t responding to his texts, his calls...but Luciel said you were still here? “MC, where are you?”
He was cut off by the sound of someone retching in the bathroom. Jumin ground to a halt, gaze snapping to the master bath. There were no cameras in the bathroom. Looking to the floor, he saw your phone, abandoned and out of reach. He lurched forward when he saw a flash of your hair. You were in the bathroom.
“MC!” He darted over to the door, pushing it all the way open. There he saw you, fingers curled tight around the toilet as you struggled to recover from throwing up.
He sank against the door frame, relieved you were there. That you hadn’t been kidnapped. His eyes slid shut in relief just as you looked up at the intruder with bleary vision, brow furrowed with confusion.
“J-Jumin?” Your voice was hoarse and tired, bringing him back to reality.
“It’s me. I’m here.” He confirmed, snagging a cloth and dampening it before pressing it to the back of your neck, attempting to aid you. “I came home because you weren’t responding to me on your phone. I was worried something terrible happened to you… It seems I wasn’t wrong, though. You’ve fallen ill- why didn’t you tell me?”
“N-no, I’m- I’m fine,” You panted, a smile suddenly breaking onto your face. “I-I think I’m actually pregnant!”
For a second, Jumin forgot how to breathe.
Then, he choked. “You’re...you think you’re with child?”
His heart sped up when you nodded, showing him the small device in your hand. “I’ve been feeling a bit off the last few weeks, and I figured I’d check after I told Yoosung about it the other night. So, I...I bought some pregnancy tests.”
Jumin’s previous panic was overwhelmed by the sudden shockwave slamming into his system. He grasped the cloth tightly, eyes wide. “Y...you’re-?”
You smiled broadly, nodding vigorously enough he feared you’d make yourself sick, again.
“It’s positive!”
“Positive…” He echoed, staring at you incredulously. You’d never seen such a look on his face in your life- to be honest, it was kind of amazing. “MC, we’re...w-we’re going to be-”
“I know!” You turned to wrap your arms around him, burying your face in his neck. “We’re gonna be parents!!”
Numbly, Jumin’s arms came around you, pulling you into his chest as he tried to register what you just said. The two of you...you were really going to be parents. To think something so happy could come out of his worst fears. His lips quirked upwards in a disbelieving smile. Then he chuckled, soft and breathless.
“This is unbelievable.” He murmured, squeezing you tight, “I came here- I thought you were in danger, or hurt, and then you’re with child, instead.”
“Oh, Jumin.” You mused, kissing his jawline gently, “You must’ve been so worried about me.”
“I always worry about you.” He stated simply, his hands sliding down to your waist, “And now that you’re with child...God, I can’t believe it-- I’ll worry more than I already do. I can already tell, we’re going to need more cameras in the flat, more security guards-”
“Now wait a second, I didn’t tell you so you’d start freaking out even more than-”
“-Perhaps we should seriously consider installing some cameras in the bathrooms, as well-”
“-That’s an even worse idea!!”
“Anything to keep you safe. Whatever it takes. For you, and for...for this little one. Our little one.” He insisted, eyes flicking to your stomach. You giggled, pressing your forehead to his.
“There’s hardly a baby in there yet, sweetheart. I don’t want to see you worrying that badly until we’re five months in, tops!”
“That’s far too long- what if something happens?” He tried to reason, although you could tell he was far from reasonable.
“Jumin,” You said his name sweetly, sending a shiver down his spine, “Nothing will happen. I’ve got you here to protect me, and plenty of security all around. I have faith in you, and everything you do for me. And for the baby, too, whenever they come around. So for now, why don’t we just be happy and celebrate the fact that we’re pregnant? That we’re really pregnant!”
“I...I suppose you have a point.” He admitted, managing to bring a grin to his lips. He beamed at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “My precious wife, pregnant with our child. It’s a miracle, isn’t it?”
“Our miracle.” You laughed against him, holding him tight. “One that perhaps we could talk all about, the rest of the day?”
“I want nothing more, my love- but I don’t know if Assistant Kang will allow it.”
“Tell her that you’re taking care of me because I’m sick. You know, morning sickness, and all that. I need you to help me make a complete recovery- and I’m being serious! I won’t get better without you.”
Jumin smirked, if only for a moment. “Is that so?”
“Really and truly.”
“I suppose I have no choice, then.” He decided, curling his arms around you and lifting you from the ground. “Let’s get you to bed, and I will notify Assistant Kang that I won’t be returning. I’d hate for you to feel worse without my care.”
“I knew you would.” You giggled softly, relishing his warmth and the close embrace, knowing he was reassuring himself after whatever debacle he subjected himself to. You were sure Jaehee would tell you all about it whenever you asked.
“Rest, my love.” He mumbled, brushing the hair from your face. “I’ll be right back.”
“Okay.” You hummed, earning one last smile before he disappeared.
Jumin exited the room, heading for the kitchen and fetching a glass of water. He was quick to text Jaehee, anxious to return to your side (and hopefully, never let you out of his sight for a while).
“Assistant Kang.”
“Mr. Han! Is MC alright?”
“Yes. She was at home, in the bathroom where I could not see her. I will not be able to return to work however- she is currently very sick. She asked me to stay so I could care for her and the baby.”
“But there are several meetings you need to-
“Wait. Baby?”
“Ah. Slip of the mind.”
“MC is pregnant??”
“Forgive me- my wife is calling for me. We will discuss the situation, later.”
“Wait, Mr. Han!! What do you mean, the baby?! Mr. Han!!”
He abandoned his phone in the kitchen then, so as not to annoy you with the endless buzzing as the RFA effectively blew up with the information. He was far too busy fawning over you to worry about all that, anyways. Not that either of you really minded, of course.