Jumin Han

a private jumin han roleplay blog for heliotropesandrue

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heliotropesandrue:

V jolts slightly at the sudden grip of his shoulders. He drops his head slightly, ducking away from Jumin’s voice. “There is no point to it anymore…”

The rough shake and the raising of Jumins voice startles him. His face lifting in shock. “…Jumin.”

“-I’m sorry. Really I am…I’ve never meant to lie to you. Not you- but…this is the only way…”

The heir isn't sure what hurts the most right now. The fact that his best friend of twenty years had just admitted to lying to him, or the fact that V was currently ducking his head away from the sound of Jumin's voice.

Perhaps... it was both.

His fingers grip the others' shoulders and sweater just a little bit more, as he pleads, "The only way for what-!? What are you keeping from me, Jihyun?! I cannot understand what you are going on about, and I won't be able to unless you tell me...!"

His voice drops low, barely above a whisper. "Just tell me what is going on. Let me help you. Most of all, please..."

Don't leave me.

He can't bring himself to say it. The thought of V leaving causes the sensation of a lump in his throat that makes speaking at the moment difficult.

A very rare emotion for Jumin to have. An even rarer emotion to express in front of the photographer.

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heliotropesandrue:

V swallows, shaking his head ever so slightly at Jumin’s statement. “No– unfortunately I don’t see much point in doing so at this point.”

He was certain he was looking at Jumin. Willing his eyes to focus he shifted his gaze slightly- trying to focus on Jumin’s face. Hoping that the sunglasses would mask had trouble he was having in doing so.

“I am sorry Jumin– I know this is sudden and a lot to manage. ”

The heir studied his friend -- watching as he turned his head to look at him. However, there was something that seemed off about it. It was if as though V was more listening to the sound of Jumin’s voice to find out where he stood as opposed to actually being able to see him.

His suspicions were correct when he swiftly moved forward and grabbed hold of V’s sweater; grip tight upon his shoulders.

“You can’t even see with your left eye now, can you?” He huffs; voice low. disappointed. “Why do you decline getting the surgery? It’s quite obvious that you need it now more than ever...!”

It pains him to know that his friend continues to say no to getting the surgery -- destroy the possibility of ever regaining some of his sight back, no matter how small it may be.

Jumin gives V’s shoulders a rough shake. “Everything you're hiding, your secrets, they're all fine. I'll trust whatever you do and follow you. But please don't lie to me. At least not you...!” and as he speaks, his desperation and frustration is evident.

“...At least not you.”

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heliotropesandrue:

V hesitated before shaking his head. “I can’t stay long- I’ve some business to deal with.”

This was it. He was going to have to do it. He was running out of time and options. Steeling himself V looked to wear the Jumin shaped blur was.

“Jumin– I’d like you to take over the RFA in my stead.” He took in a breath, trying to ignore the shaking in his hands. “I know… This seems out of nowhere but there’s no one else I’d trust to do so.”

“I…I don’t know how long I have left in this world.” This part at least wasn’t a lie, once he went to where Rika was there was no coming back. That would be the end of all this. Still he took no pleasure in saying these things to Jumin. “I have terminal liver cancer. I found out about it two years ago…There’s nothing to be done.”

He's silent for a moment after V finishes speaking, and then he lets out the slightest chuckle of disbelief.

"So that's why you felt it important to see me today." His disbelief remains in his voice as he speaks.

The two had been friends for so long - they'd known the better (and worst) parts of one another - that Jumin had a hard time believing that V had carried around the diagnosis of a terminal illness for so long without making the heir aware of it.

He crosses his arms, standing his ground firmly - both physically and mentally, and he glances directly at V. His grey eyes looking directly at V's sunglasses covered eyes.

"And here I thought that you had come all the way here to say that you reconsidered getting the surgery..."

Jumin knows that the photographer cannot see out of his left eye - knows that it had been progressively getting worse over the years. And he still doesn't understand why his friend refuses to get surgery to fix his sight.

“Jihyun. Look at me.”

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heliotropesandrue:

“I know–Thank you. I really do appreciate it. You’re a wonderful friend.” Unlike me. Jumin’s tone suggests something is off- bothering him, but V can’t make out his expression. For not the first time he wishes his vision were better so he could see Jumin more clearly. It was easier to read him when he could see his expressions. He raked a hand through his hair, letting out a small sigh. This was it. He had to do it. He had to. V could feel his heart beating wildly in his chest, fingers twisting in the fabric of his sleeves. “Actually– There’s something important I need to speak with you about Jumin. It’s…It’s part of the reason I contacted you.”

Jumin thought it interesting how V had thanked him for things that he had always done -- left his door open for him whenever he needed to talk. Had V on priority on his cell phone so that if it was on silent, his call would always ring loud enough for the heir to hear.

...Not that the photographer knew that last bit, of course. He hardly ever called Jumin so late at night. And he certainly didn’t want to think of the fact that V hardly called him at all.

Grey eyes widen ever so slightly, shocked at the information that there was, in fact, something that V had come over to share with him.

“I see.” He says simply, yet as calm as possible. To say that Jumin was nervous about what his best friend wanted to tell him was an understatement.

In all honesty, Jumin was more sort of hoping that things were well and fine. V’s body language as he moved while he spoke said volumes on its own.

“Would you care to take a seat?”