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Hand Jumper ship week day seven

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Summary

There was something humiliating about watching the leaves change colour and realising you still hadn't been able to get one stupid fucking crow out of your head. What was worse was perhaps the fact that Yesol had, over the days and months and changing-leaf-colours she had spent viciously tearing her apart in her head, come to, in some strange— definitely strange— manner, know Juni Chang. It had started normal. Yesol had to make that clear. None of this had been intended. It had started with Changsub.

annnnd some junisol to finish off Hand Jumper Ship Week 2025 Bonus: Office au, celebrity au, hurt/comfort, seasons, weddings (by @handjumpershenanigans! thank you so much for organising, it's been a blast!)

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Hand Jumper Ship Week Day 6

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Hand Jumper Ship Week Day Five

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This was ridiculous. Sayeon knew that, and she told Ryujin as much. "This is ridiculous," she said. Then, for good measure, she added, "And unnecessary." Then, as though Ryujin hadn't quite understood, and that was, in all fairness, how it appeared, she added, "Pointless." "Yeah, yeah," Ryujin mumbled at her, waving her words off with two rapid flicks of her fingers, butterfly-quick. She did not seem to be listening to Sayeon, which, she had to admit, irked her considerably. "Shut the fuck up." Sayeon would have wrenched herself away from Ryujin had she not had such a tight grip around her calf, the tips of her fingers, nails blunt, digging almost painfully into her flesh. Sayeon did have to allow that the gash on her leg, around the back of her calf, biting deep into the flesh from Sayeon's ankle all the way up to her knee, just barely missing the tendons, hurt more. "Really, Ryujin—" "I said, shut the fuck up."

snapback again for Hand Jumper Ship Week 2025 Day 7: Traditional prompts: injuries, firsts, body swap!! (by @handjumpershenanigans)

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Hand Jumper Ship Week day 4

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Summary

Sometimes, Ryujin felt like she was losing her goddamn mind. "She's insane," she hissed under her breath, elbows leaning heavily on the rickety old table. "It's like she wants to get herself killed." "Mm," Min said, non-committal. He did not seem to be particularly perturbed by Ryujin's outburst. "Aw, c'mon," Iseul said predictably, smiling wide, eyes crinkling. "She's not that bad. She knows what she's doing." "She set herself up for that attack," Ryujin countered through her teeth. "She could have died." Min did look up at that, perfectly unimpressed, though Ryujin wouldn't, in all honesty, know what impressed looked like on Min's face. "She didn't," he said simply, and that was, apparently, all he had to say on the matter.

snapback again for Hand Jumper Ship Week 2025 Day 5: Alternate Universes: roleswap, royalty, customer service (by @handjumpershenanigans)

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Summary

Yesol Na had a problem. A rather large problem— or, technically, in all technicality, a rather small problem. "Young man, are you alright?" Okay, so Yesol Na had two problems. "Ahjussi," she said tiredly, head rolling back, trying her very fucking best to focus on him instead of her shattered arm, "you… really should… leave." Yesol's vision was too blurry to see his reaction, flashing in ribbons of bleary spots of dark and light, and one of her eyes was busted anyhow, and she could hardly hear over the sickening drumming of her heartbeat, but when she felt an arm hook under hers, tugging her up, she had to sigh again. This guy just didn't know when to give it up. "Listen, ahjussi," she mumbled, fighting through the fogged mess her brain had decided to unravel into. "Just… go. I'll be fine."

coming out as a junisol enjoyer for Hand Jumper Ship Week 2025 Day 4: Free! (by @handjumpershenaniganshand)

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Summary

Sayeon's lungs burned. Her arms, the muscles in her upper arm, the knuckles on her fist, the muscles that curved around her shoulder, stretched into her back, burned in tandem, a deep, pulsing ache that screamed with every punch Sayeon lay into the dummy in front of her, the dull thuds soft beneath the roar of her heartbeat. Stop, her arms begged her, as she crushed her fist into what would be the solar plexus of a real person. Stop, her arms begged her, as her knuckles cut across the imaginary jaw of the thing. Stop, her arms begged her, as she— "Fuckin' hell, Glasses, give it a rest."

even more snapback for Hand Jumper Ship Week 2025 Day 3: Canon: teal gifts, training, day off! (by @handjumpershenanigans)