Jumin(Before MC)
It was Christmas Eve, and Jumin was attending the Christmas party of one of C&R’s associates. His father disappeared a while ago with his current girlfriend, and Jumin was forced to mingle with the other guests alone.
“I love your suit, Mr. Han. Is it Verragamo? I think it is.” Jumin was half listening as the representative of the Cultured Citizens Association tried to flirt with him. The woman made it very difficult for him not to be rude and just walk away.
He would much rather be at home with Elizabeth 3rd at that moment, celebrating with the only creature that could understand him. Of course, that wasn’t always the case. It’s only been a little over a year since Rika passed away, and he couldn’t help but think of her, how it was as if she saw his true self whenever she looked at him.
Jumin shook the thought away. She was never supposed to be his.
Jumin was furious at his father for leaving him there. Christmas was a time to be spent with your family, and all his father did was drag him to a Christmas party he didn’t want to attend, and run off with his girlfriend. He supposed he shouldn’t have been surprised. It’s how he was every year. He just didn’t like how much more alone he felt at that moment.
Jumin thought about the last RFA party. How lively and happy everyone was, how Rika did her best to make everyone happy, how different V was from the man he was now. Jumin missed him. Was he still feeling that much pain over her? Jumin would never understand how he felt, he didn’t want to. He grieved, but soon returned to work instead of thinking of her. That’s how he coped.
Jumin sighed, and gave the woman his most charming smile. He should at least do something productive while he was there.