Explore the art of blogging
Why Is This So Fucking Funny To Me - Blog Posts
“Oh my god,” you mumbled under your breath. “It smells like sage in here.”
You sat on one of his couches after roaming about, his office way more imposing than you originally thought. The space exuded an untouchable power and prestige, one Jumin held about him effortlessly.
You fixed the edges of your dress and cleared your throat, unsure of how to sit. Legs crossed? Princess-style?
“Relax,” Jumin spoke, two magnificent pieces of china in his hands. “It’s only you and I.”
Exactly. You’re terrifyingly beautiful.
“Besides,” Jumin exhaled, setting the china on a coaster next to you. “My next meeting is in fifteen minutes and nobody will disturb us until then.”
“That’s great,” you smiled grimly, determined not to look him directly in the eye.
“Then,” Jumin nodded, crossing his legs. “What did you want to talk to me about?”
You blinked rapidly. “A, uh... a party guest. You recommended we invite a... bowl of udon soup?”
“Mm?” Jumin raised a brow matter-of-factly. “What about him?”
“... How do I go about... inviting a... a bowl of soup?”
“Simple.” Jumin sipped his tea. “Send an invitation, explain what our party is about -”
“To a bowl of soup?” You asked incredulously. “It doesn’t have any thumbs, or a voice.”
“But it does have a form of correspondence,” Jumin chuckled. “Don’t worry. Just do what you’ve been doing. Your efforts so far have granted the RFA at least ten plus guests in attendance, so be proud of what you’re doing.”
You bowed your head and blushed madly. “Thank you, Mr. Han -”
“Forgive me for interrupting but Jumin will suffice. Call me Jumin.”
“Jumin,” you smiled. “Thank you for your help. I know...” you fiddled with your dress again. “... I know this may be a little out of line, but you’re the one I’ve spoken to the least. How... how are things with you? How is work, how is life?”
Jumin’s brows creased. “I don’t think we will be able to cover all of that in a span of...” he checked his watch. “... thirteen minutes. It isn’t that I don’t want to talk to you, but again. My meeting is fast approaching and I’d like to give more of my time to you. I’ll feel rushed otherwise.”
You grinned sheepishly. How noble of him. “Then, would you mind it if I called you later?”
“Allow me to call you. I don’t mean to compare our schedules, but undoubtedly, mine is more crammed than yours is.”
You gave him a flat look. “You’re saying I’m not nearly as busy as you?”
Jumin rested his intertwined fingers in his lap. “Take it as you will.”
You smiled. “How are you going to go from complimenting me to insulting me in a span of a couple of minutes?”
“Forgive me,” Jumin grinned, resting a hand on his chest and bowing his head.
Even when he apologized, he continued to feel bigger than you. You smiled and shook your head. “I won’t keep you, M... Jumin. If I have any more questions, I’ll text you.”
“Text me or Assistant Kang,” Jumin spoke. “She may be able to answer you faster.”
“Right, cuz of how busy you are,” you smirked. “Take care of yourself, Jumin.”
“And you, MC.”
“Thank you. Love you.”
You froze. No you did not just say that.
“... Pardon me?” Jumin asked in an amused tone.
“Nothing,” you replied quickly, your feet still stuck in place. Move. Move!! For the love of God, move!!
Jumin stood. “No, I could have sworn you said -”
“I-I-I didn’t s-s-s-s-say anything, b-b-bye!!” You hollered, your feet finally darting towards the doors and leaving them wide open in your desperate escape.
“MC?” Jaehee called out.
Tripping over your feet, you stumbled your way to the elevator and hid behind the group of businessmen and women. You were never going to show your face in that building, or to Jumin, ever again. You could avoid him, you were good at doing stuff like that!
Your phone buzzed in your hand. With an agitated jerk, you checked it.
From: Jumin Han
I’ll call you tonight. Also. Please go about keeping our relationship on a purely professional basis. Thank you.
Yup. Forget correcting the misunderstanding. As far as you knew, Jumin no longer existed.