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mrs-han · 3 years
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“Is that a Disney princess costume?”
“Actually, it’s a dress from the movie Anastasia. Have you heard of it?”
“Jumin, you want me to wear a huge ballgown while we try to evade your mother?”
“… The idea was better in my head.”
You giggled. “Yeah, probably!”
“Still, you need to change. Your clothes are… rather soiled.” Jumin ran his finger along your black dress, obviously pleased with the blotch of white along the hem.
“… You totally planned this,” you smiled, impishly pushing his chest. “Sometimes, you are so transparent.”
Jumin shrugged. “You’re the one who came down here, after all.”
“Now I gotta wear this huge — hey! You should change too!”
Jumin pulled out a finely tailored black suit - one very similar to the one he was currently wearing…
“YOU DID PLAN THIS!”
“Put the dress on,” Jumin laughed, shedding his jacked from his shoulders. “My mother is still upstairs.”
You grumbled and turned, slipping your black dress off with ease. You grabbed the golden sparkly gown and started working your way from the bottom…
But you could feel his eyes watching. Watching intently.
“Get dressed!” You blushed.
“I am,” Jumin hummed, the clink of his belt a small affirmation. “Don’t mind me.”
“Then why are you watching me!” You laughed, turning to face him.
Jumin’s pupils dilated. The shape of your breasts were outlined perfectly against the shimmery fabric - your waist curved perfectly, the embroidery accenting each and every fold of your beautiful body.
“Oh,” you gasped as the dress fell slightly, revealing the gentle droop of your breast. “I’ll be honest, the dress is gorgeous… where did you get it?”
Jumin swallowed the lump in his throat and tightened his tie, coughing as the silk pressed against his jugular. “It’s by Mercáce, an… up and coming designer.”
“I gotta see if I can find more dresses from them! Mer… mer. Merr.”
Jumin blushed wildly as you adjusted the dress. “You needn’t worry. Everything you could ever want is at your disposal.”
“Don’t say it like that,” you cringed. “You make me sound like a snobby rich woman who has nothing better to do — agh. Jumin, could you zip me up?”
Jumin’s heart began to pound. “Of course. Turn around.”
You turned, allowing Jumin to see your exposed back. The curve of your spine, the hairs that lightly speckled your neck, the moles that lay scattered against your skin - Jumin noticed it all.
What he wouldn’t give to touch you again.
His fingers lightly fiddled with the diamond-encrusted zipper. “Why are you holding your breath?”
“So that the dress zips!” You wheezed.
“You don’t have to do that,” Jumin laughed, resting his hand on your waist. “Breathe. The dress will fit you perfectly.”
As you exhaled, Jumin lightly pressed his fingers against your bodice. He moved closer to you, dragging his hand from your waist to your bare shoulder and neck.
“Is this an excuse to touch me some more, Jumin?” You giggled.
“You asked me to zip you up, did you not?”
“Which should literally take you two seconds!”
“What can I say?” Jumin slowly slid the zipper up, moving his face closer to your neck. “I’m very practiced with my movements.”
You shivered, eager to see what he would do next. You turned to face him and cup his cheeks, but in a flash - he had moved away from you.
“Hey…” you whined.
“Why are you so eager?” Jumin smiled cheekily.
“Why are you teasing me?!”
“Now, now. No need to shout.” Jumin’s finger flicked the back of your neck - you jolted as though a spark passed through you.
“Shall we go? I created a secret passageway here, so we’ll be able to escape soundly.”
“… Only after you give me a kiss,” you blushed, hands behind your back. “You tease too much.”
Jumin’s sleek fingers lifted your chin with ease. His pinky grazed your throat playfully - intentionally - and you giggled, making him beam proudly. “Yes, ma’am.”
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