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Jumin Week 11 Oct '22

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TW: Death

Agape: Selfless love/ Love for humanity

October 11th 2022

“How is he?” Jumin asked, his normally clear storm grey eyes red from crying.

“He doesn’t have long. You should say your goodbyes.” The doctor spoke gravely and left him alone with his father.

Jumin took his father’s hand and  held it tight. The man’s once as raven black as his own was snow white and thinning. When had that happened? He could clearly see the scalp through the strands. He had always seemed so vibrant and strong. The man whose arms had carried him, the man whose words had soothed him, the man whose love had been ever present. Jumin wasn’t ready to let his father go, but he could see, his wants did not matter in this instance. Death took everyone in the end.

He wept silently, unashamed about his emotions. His father trembled; age having taken his mobility as well. The man opened his heavily rheumatoid arthritic eyes and blinked, attempting to smile when they lit on his son. Jumin was aware that his father could barely see him, yet he recognized him just the same.

“My son.” His father’s voice was scratchy and low, his once booming voice a thing of the past. How his laughter had filled Jumin’s heart for years. No matter where his father traveled, who he married, what woman was currently on his arm, he never lost sight of his son and made time to strengthen that relationship, that bond. How he hated the constant revolving door of stepmothers. However, he could never find it within himself to hate his father for it. The man was lonely and simply wanted companionship, Unfortunately, he constantly chose wrong. Those women inevitably were proven to be nothing but gold diggers. The saddest part was that none of those women who professed to love his father could be bothered to come to his dying bedside. He was here alone.

“I’m here father. Don’t talk, rest. You need to sleep.” He could hear the quiver in his own voice. His father laughed, which ended in heavy coughing. Jumin took the glass of water on the table and held the straw to his father’s mouth so he could drink.

“I will get as much sleep as I will ever need shortly.” He said, patting his son’s hand. Jumin sighed but remained quiet, setting the glass back on the table. “Before I depart, I want you to know that you have been the love of my life and the biggest comfort to me. I know I have made mistakes, but you have always forgiven me and my decisions.”

“Father please.” Jumin’s tears fell heavier now but he didn’t bother to wipe them away, holding onto his father’s hands with his own.

“Let me say this…You have been my proudest achievement. You have grown up to be an incredible man, full of ambition but also compassion and empathy. I know my actions have made you cautious of love. True love. But listen to me my son, do not harden your heart. Do not marry for compromise. Find your love and hold on to it desperately. It is out there and you will find it. Do not be afraid. You are not like me, you are not ruled by loneliness. You know who you are and what you want. Trust yourself. Promise me, someday, I will have a daughter-in-law and grandchildren that will create a happy family for you.

“Father…” Jumin shook his head. What he said wasn’t wrong. He had long ago decided love would never be in the cards for him. Not when it was impossible to know if a woman loved him or his money and power. He saw what that had done to his father. He had contemplated exactly what his father said, a marriage of convenience where his heart would not be in jeopardy. True love? Was it even possible for him?

“Promise me! Trust yourself. You are not me; you are smarter and more intuitive. I want you to find happiness.” There were tears in his father’s eyes, and he spoke with firmness. The thought of losing him suddenly hit him hard. Happiness? He had always found his happiness when with his father. Once he was gone, who else could he feel so happy with?

“Don’t…don’t leave me…I’m not ready…” he broke and held his father, burying his face in the man’s now hollow chest. This was not the body of his robust father, this was a parody. Weak arms held him.

“Jumin, look at me, please.” He reluctantly did as asked and stared into his father’s weeping eyes.

“I have lived a long life. I wish the same for you, and when it is your time to go, I hope your own family feels as you do now. That they love you so much, they don’t want to let you go. But my son, it is time. Know that you have brought me joy beyond measure and I shall always be proud to be your father.

Jumin nodded, knowing what he said was true, but still trying to figure out a way to not make it so. To keep him in his life. But the older man was tired and ready to go, making such a scene was selfish on his part.

“Of course father. Thank you for all the years you have loved me, I have always felt it and it has made me happy. If it will make you happy, I will promise to look for love, for that special someone who I can share my life with. Not for you, but for me. You may let go now. I will be fine.”

His father sighed contented, a smile breaking across his face. He closed his eyes and with a last shuttering breath he stilled. The monitor attached to his heart flatlined and Jumin once more sobbed. His heart ached like never before. He couldn’t think in that moment, it was just an overwhelming dread and pain that washed over him. Something so solid and central to his very being had just left him.

After a few minutes nurses came into the room to detach the machines and cover him. Jumin sat and watched until the realization came to him that his father was no longer there. That this was just a body, and empty body. He stood and after one last squeeze of his father’s hand he walked out of the room.

As he walked into the waiting room, he saw the RFA standing there, all eyes wet, all eyes on him. Saeyoung, his normally boyish face full of pain for him, MC, his wife, stoic next to her husband. Saeran, Yoosung, Zen, and Jaehee. All with the same painful look on their faces, hurting because he was. He stepped towards them, tears wracking his body once more, he sobbed as he stumbled towards them but they caught him, they held him, they wept with him.

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Jumin Week 10 Oct '22

Took a bit of liberty here 🤣

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Philautia: Self-love/Being kind to oneself

October 10th 2022

Jumin sighed as he relaxed into his bath. The week had been as stressful as usual but Friday night he always reserved for recharging. It was something Yoosung had taught him, after once having bitten his head off when he worked as an intern in his company. Instead of reacting in fear or being hurt by the tyraid Yoosung had simply taken a deep breath and told Jumin he should take his aggression out on video games.

He grinned recalling his surprise at the time. Yoosung had patted him on the shoulder and stepped around him. That night he had received an email from the boy, a digital copy of LOLOL and an invitation to join him in a game. Feeling guilty about his earlier outburst he had downloaded the game onto his laptop and created a character. Surprisingly, the play was effective in depleting his body of any annoyance and anger he had stored up.

The fact that he had enjoyed it so much made him research other activities that would help keep him in a healthy state of mind. Taking a bath and drinking his best bottle of wine had become his favorite. He also left his phone in the living room so he would not be tempted to use it.

He had lived off adrenaline and ambition for so long that it had taken the university student and video game junky to break through to him. Of course Assistant Kang had said as much, so had his father, but being as stubborn as he was, it was finally the shock of the younger man’s response that had finally gotten through to him. Jumin found that because of his new rituals, taking time for himself, and caring for his mental health as well as his physical health, had made the time he worked even better. His head was clearer, his decision making easier, his work load not so overwhelming. He also found that most people did not need him to move as quickly as he assumed they did. Business had improved because he was now also aware of other people’s health around him.

Taking a sip of his wine he sighed once more in contentment. Setting the glass aside he slid under the water, getting his dark hair wet. The lavender oil in the water was a soft floral scent. It helped with getting his body ready for sleep. He closed his eyes, leaned back, and let his hands roam his body. After all, there were other ways to relax. Reaching between his legs he grasped his semi hard cock. It didn’t take him long to waken it to fully erect.

A groan escaped his parted lips as he stroked himself from base to tip, flicking the opening just the way he liked it. It didn’t take long for him to feel that fire in the pit of his stomach as it rose and engulfed his body. Biting his lip he tensed his body as the orgasm overrode everything else. His arched back collapsed at the release and he eased back into the warmth of the water.

Taking a few breaths as he regained equilibrium, he reached for the wine glass and took another sip. It was still cool and refreshing. He pondered the dirtied water that he had infected with his semen. Refreshing the bath would be an option, but he found he had no will to do it. Instead he lay back and closed his storm grey eyes, deciding to relax and let his mind empty of all thought and responsibility. The edges of his mouth turned up into a small smile as his hand once more ventured between his thighs.

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Jumin Week 2022 6 Oct '22

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Philia: Affectionate Love/Deep friendship and feeling part of a group

October 6th 2022

“Happy Birthday you old fart!” Zen cackled, his once brilliant silver hair tarnished gray, but still magnificent. He closed his crimson eyes, heavy with cataracts but still sufficient enough to not need glasses.

Jumin rolled his eyes, his once raven locks now as deep a grey as his eyes. “Old fart huh? After all this time you can’t think of anything new?”

Shoving his old friend Zen chuckled good naturedly, remembering a younger man, full of pride. “Let me tease you, I haven’t done that in years!”

“I suppose you’re right, it has been years since you’ve nettled me. My old friend, remember when you hated me?” he grinned, the lines on his face deepening with mirth.

“Not so, I only thought I did because you seemed to have it all! Good looks, money, respect, love! Ahh…” he waved his wrinkled hand and gave a crusty laugh.

“All? Never. It only seemed so. Although, I have to admit, it is awfully nice to not have to worry about money. But I would have given it all up to live a life with my lovely Lillie.” He held his elderly wife, her hair a bright purple now, she loved experimenting with color since her hair became completely grey.

She giggled, as if she was still a young girl of twenty something. In truth, Jumin still saw her as such. The young, beautiful chestnut brown haired girl that had stolen his heart.  The others in the room laughed in good humor as they gathered to celebrate his 70th birthday. The twins, Saeyoung and Saeran, their red hair a thing of history, yet still so whimsical and youthful in their behavior. He hoped that Saeyoung would at least restrain himself from one of his spectacular surprises. He had spoken to his wife, MC, and made it clear that his heart might not be able to take it.

Yoosung had calmed the heart of Saeran and Jumin was all too glad to see how happy they still were together. The younger man, he chuckled at that thought, as he was now old and grey as well, though he still saw him as the young yellow haired boy with so much life and passion that it seemed to make him shine like the sun, still shone as such on those he loved.

Looking around him he was grateful for all that he had. For all that he had been given. Even Jaehee still remained a true and dear friend, though she continuously teased him about the love he had for his once beloved Elizabeth 3rd. So long ago had she passed now, yet he still thought about her and the joy she had brought into his life. Her progeny lived on in the lives of his grandchildren. He watched the young ones as they played and ate the cake that had been meant for him alone. He cared not, enjoying to youthful playfulness.

Three children his loving wife had given him, two daughters and one son. They were the joys of his life, as had his myriad of grandchildren. He could see his wife in them, and himself as well, though he was happy that they had inherited only the best of him and not the worst. He lamented the passing of his father but was grateful for the love the man had given him. He wholeheartedly passed that love onto his children and grandchildren. Love, love had always been more important than respect and money. More important than power and influence, yet because of these very ideals, he had accomplished those selfsame objects.  

His life had been sweetened by those around him. The people who saw right through him and called him on his own bullshit, like Zen, who could still make his blood boil even after all of this time. Yet he was grateful and thankful for that. He loved his friends, his family, and would do absolutely nothing to change a single thing.

“Thank you my friends, for staying by my side. Thank you for all that you have done for me in these long years. I love you all!” he said, tears glistening in his elder eyes.

“You old fart!” Zen guffawed and shoved at the other man. Everyone burst into good natured laughter, the two old men embracing as two old friends are wont to do.

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Jumin Week 8 Oct '22

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Ludus: Playful love/Beginning stages of intimate love

October 8th 2022

“Are you sure this is food?” he asked yet again. Lillie laughed, her honey brown eyes glistening with amusement.

“I promise it is, although, I’d rather you not let your nutritionist know you ate it.” She said as she popped a french fry into her mouth.

“I don’t understand why you would choose this place to come to for dinner out of everything else you could have chosen. I could have taken you anywhere, any country.” Jumin sighed.

“I think McDonald’s is a perfectly good place for a date. Besides, it’s good for you to try our simple mortal delicacies once in a while.” She said.

“I believe it is a bit much to call this…a delicacy…” he said as he picked up a chicken nugget. Lillie wished she could take a photo of him holding the greasy nugget with his fingers, but she didn’t want to ruin their date. “Is there any chicken in this at all?”

“Sure.” She shrugged.

“Uh huh.” He reluctantly moved it towards his mouth and took a delicate bite. “My god that’s vile!” he chewed and swallowed simply so that he would not unceremoniously spit the so called food out.

Lillie laughed uncontrollably, “It’s not that bad.” She said as she took a bite out of one of her own chicken nuggets, after first dipping it into the BBQ sauce. “Mmm, delicious.”

“Well, I wouldn’t go that far, but I suppose it isn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. In fact, with some of this it’s almost palatable.” He said after dipping a nugget into the BBQ sauce as well.

“Besides, it doesn’t matter where we go, or what we do, as long as we’re together right?” she sipped her soda and made eyes at the very put together businessman. He certainly looked out of place in the red and yellow building. Other customers were eyeing him as well, she couldn’t blame them, he was incredibly handsome, and a head turner no matter where he was. But those beautiful grey eyes were only for her and she loved it.

“I suppose, but, next time, I shall be choosing the establishment.”

“Agreed.”

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Jumin Week 9 Oct 22

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Pragma: Enduring love/Mature love that has endured for decades 

October 9th 2022 

“Happy Anniversary my love.” Jumin kissed Lillie, holding her close. They had agreed years before not to buy each other extravagant gifts. Most gift giving occasions they took a trip or gave each other homemade or thoughtful gifts. It had been a bit difficult at first for Jumin, as he wanted to shower his wife with everything she desired and then some. However, he had to admit, receiving a gift from her that she had put time and effort into was much more satisfying than had she simply bought something. And he found that he enjoyed learning how to make something with his own hands and seeing the happiness in Lillie’s eyes when she received it. 

This year, their 30th wedding anniversary Lillie had wanted to go on a cruise. Unfortunately, she insisted they go on one with other people and forbid Jumin from buying the entire cruise so they could have it all to themselves. So far it had been pleasant enough. Mornings and nights full of love making and days full of entertainment and shopping. He loved sharing new sights and adventures with his wife. Security around them made others give them more attention than he liked, but he couldn’t afford to leave their private suite without them. 

“30 years, can you believe it? And you still look as handsome as the day we were married!” Lillie caressed her husband’s jaw, the skin beneath her fingers soft, scruff free. She noted the grey at his temples, which only made him look all the more distinguished. 

“And you as beautiful.” He said as he leaned in for another kiss. He took time to reflect on the past and how they had ended up here. His younger self had been afraid of falling into the same cycle as his father, which made him decide he would never fall in love and would only marry for convenience and to carry on the family name. But this amazing woman had changed everything. He had resisted, but in the end, she won his heart and every day they were together he thanked her for being in his life. 

Their years together had been happier than he ever thought he would ever be able to be. They had two wonderful children who had both a loving mother and a doting father. They worked together to parent to the best of their ability. He had tried to make sure that his father did not spoil his grandchildren. However, even MC thought it was delightful that he spoiled them the way he did. She worked diligently to give them a good moral upbringing. He had to admit however, that it was difficult for him not to give them everything they desired, yet he understood that while money could buy many things, it could never buy the most important things. He was of course grateful to have the ability to buy everything else. Lillie often teased him about it. 

The death of his father ten years previously had been a terrible time for him, but he was thankful that he had been able to enjoy his grandchildren. His family was close and loving, a legacy he could be proud of. 

“I bet you say that to all your wives.” Lillie teased. 

“Only you my love, my one and only. Ever after.” 

“Mmm…” they snuggled, neither wanted to raise out of bed. They had made plans for the day, but it was so warm and comfortable, both deep in their memories of a wonderful life together and hopeful for many more years ahead. 

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Jumin Week 7 Oct '22

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Storge: Familiar love

October 7th 2022

“Daddy!” Sung threw herself at her father and he had only seconds to decide whether to catch her or hold on to his briefcase. He chose her, letting the dark leather case drop to the ground, uncaring if it was scratched or damaged. His daughter giggled as he swung her around, her peanut butter face smearing his clean tie and shirt. Again, he cared not, a grin cutting across his face in unadulterated joy.

He loved that his daughter looked so much like his wife, though she had his dark grey eyes. They were often full of delight and wonder. Her life was different than his own childhood had been. Instead of living in the family home, they had opted for a smaller house and fewer servants. It had taken Lillie some time to get used to strangers doing the things she should be doing. On the other hand, the personal chef had been one hire she took to rather quickly. Most of the week they stayed there alone, with security stationed outside of the house in their own dwelling.

It was certainly different than what he was used to, but more pleasant. Lillie teased him about how fast their young daughter had wrapped him around her little finger. He did not mind. Hugging Sung he marveled at how such a small package could fill so much of his heart. Family was the most important thing to him now. He made it a priority to be home for dinner, whether Lillie was cooking or not. Sometimes he even made it home in time to help prepare the meal. Saturdays were special in that they always planned something together. Seeing the smiles on his wife and daughter is what he lived for.

“I can’t breathe silly!” the three-year-old said, pushing away from him. Jumin sighed but loosened his grip.

“Sorry my sweet. How is momma doing? Have you been helping her today?” he asked as he walked towards the kitchen where he could hear pots and pans rattling.

“Mommy tired!” Sung rolled her eyes. Jumin laughed. Lillie was pregnant, her due date in a few days, of course she was tired. Her belly was even larger than when she had held Sung and often complained about feeling like a whale. His first glimpse of his lovely bride made his heart beat quicker. Having been married 8 years now, he had assumed that feeling would subside into something more comfortable and calm. However, he was still struck by her beauty and warmth. When she turned that smile on him it was like the brightest light, as if he was graced by her love.

“I swear, men just exist to vex women!” she scoffed as she tried to pull a dish from the oven, her belly making it particularly hard.

Jumin set his daughter down and moved behind the counter. “Let me, you shouldn’t be doing this.” He took the mitts and easily pulled the casserole out.

“Thank you my love.” Lillie sighed, arching her back. Once the dish was properly set he turned and embraced his wife, her belly making that difficult as well.

“And thank you, for being such an amazing husband and father. I am the luckiest woman in the world.” She said as she pressed her lips against his.

“I am the lucky one. My two precious girls and another on the way. You have given me what I most wished for but could never admit. I love you.” He held his wife and picked up his daughter, content, full, and loved.