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[juminweek2019]

💜The Official Jumin Week Schedule is Here!💜

Are you ready for a week long celebration of our favorite soon-to-be CEO? We certainly are! When posting your works during this week, remember to tag your works with:

#juminweek2020 | #jujuw20

#jumin week 2020

#jujuw20d1, jujuw20d2, jujuw20d3, etc. (These are your daily tags to let us know which day prompts you're submitting)

These tags will help us find your works at the end of the event😉 Have fun everyone!

[elvendara]

Mysme Fictober/Jumin Week Oct 6th

For @mysme-fictober 2020 prompt list

and

@juminweek2019 Day 2: Sweet Wine vs. Bitter Wine

6: Headless Horseman 

“I think you’ve had enough to drink Jumin.” V took the glass from his friend and set it on the counter.

“Nonsense, I feel fine.” Jumin stated, holding on to the counter and eyeing the glass. Dizziness made him waver and he decided that perhaps V was right.

“Come now, you should go to bed, I’ll call you in the morning to see how you are.” V led his friend towards the bedroom.

“Fine fine, I am going, you may leave now.” He pushed V away from his gently and headed into his bedroom. He vaguely heard the door close as V exited the apartment. Jumin took his belt off and unbuttoned his pants, pulling the shirt out of them. He sat on the bed and sighed. The room spun. It had been a while since he’d drank that much, but talking with V made it easy to indulge, he’d missed his friend desperately. He lay down and was quickly asleep.

He found himself on a deserted dirt road, the fog thick around him swirling in the evening breeze. He was dressed in a long coat, trousers and shinny black shoes. On his head was a top hat. It certainly was not something he would normally wear. The hard-packed dirt beneath his feet was disconcerting. He looked around him but could make out nothing, so he began to walk.

After a few minutes of feeling as if this road would never end, he heard a horse neighing. It echoed around him giving him a small jolt of fright. He then could clearly hear the clopping of hoofs. He turned around and around as it got louder, wondering where it would appear from.

Suddenly the sound was deafening, he covered his ears and fell to the ground, the sound resonating throughout his body. There was a stir of dirt that filtered into his mouth. He coughed, doubling over and almost retching. When the fit was done and he was able to open up his bleary eyes he blinked profusely. It took almost a minute for his vision to clear. The sound was gone and only silence remained.

He gazed at a pair of dark black horse hooves right in front of him. Slowly he raised his gaze, his eyes following the strong lines of the beautiful creature and met it’s dark eyes. What turned his blood cold was the rider on its back. The man was long and lean, wearing tight black leather from neck to toe. It was the neck that drew his fear. Blackened dry blood dripped from the neck and what sat atop it was not a human head but a rotting Jack-O-Lantern with fire blazing behind the cut out eyes, nose, and mouth.

Jumin fell back and crawled backwards, away from the monstrosity.

“Where is my head?” the visage intoned, its ire clear. Jumin could only shake his head. He closed his eyes and tried to will himself out of this nightmare. He had never experienced anything like this. It must have been that sweet wine V had insisted he drink! Never, never again, dry wine would forever be the only type he would drink. When he opened his eyes, he was disheartened to see he was still completely engulfed by this nightmare.

The man swung a leg over the horse and jumped to the ground. He pulled a sword from his dark scabbard and aimed the tip at Jumin’s neck.

“Perhaps I shall take your head instead.” He threatened.

Jumin blinked in confusion, he recognized that voice. His mind thrashed about, trying desperately to remember who it belonged to.

“Jumin…”

“Jumin…”

“JUMIN!”

Jumin opened his eyes and was startled at the dark red orbs looking down at him. He swatted at the man and pulled himself further up the bed until he hit the headboard. A soft laugh followed him.

“Well well well, to think I would ever live to see Jumin Han drunk off his ass! What were you dreaming about anyway? You were thrashing around like a fish out of water.” Zen stood and walked into the bathroom, when he came back he held a glass of water and handed it to the disheveled business man.

“Wh…wha…Zen?” Jumin was confused but he took the proffered water and drank deeply, his throat was dry and raspy.

“Yeah, I ran into V on his way out, he said you’d drunk too much and he sent you to bed. I didn’t expect this though.” He took the glass and set it on the nightstand. “Come on, let’s get you out of those clothes and comfortable.” Zen began to undress Jumin and tuck him under the covers. Jumin usually slept in silk pajamas, but since Zen had moved in, he slept in the nude more nights than not, he said it was more convenient as Zen enjoyed waking him up in the middle of the night and having his way with him. Zen countered that Jumin did the waking up on at least half of those occasions.

“I…uh…dreamt that you were the headless horseman, and you were going to chop off my head and take it as your own because I couldn’t tell you where yours was.” Jumin snuggled into his pillow and watched his lover discard his own clothes and dive into the covers as well.

“Is that right? Hm, well, I suppose I could do worse than to have your head, what about my body though? Did I still have my beautiful body?” Zen asked, eyebrow raised.

Jumin chuckled and pulled the man close. “I couldn’t say, you were covered in leather from neck to toe, but, it certainly seemed to accentuate you very nicely, although, I have to admit, I was rather distracted by the pumpkin on your head and the sword at my throat.”

Zen laughed and pressed his lips against Jumin’s.

“Well, hopefully you won’t have any more nightmares.”

“Not with you in my arms.” Jumin held Zen close, the white-haired man laying his head on Jumin’s shoulder and letting himself be enveloped. “And no more sweet wine for me.” Jumin sighed. Zen chuckled, both falling asleep in comfort and warmth.

[jumin-love]

| Jumin Week 2020 | Day 1: Birthday |

The most extraordinary man. Note: Jumin is at Cheonggyecheon in downtown Seoul,  it’s a public recreation space where a lot of people hangout.

[juminweek2019]

To all the lovely MCs, Jumin Week is now finally coming to a close.

2020 was not the year anyone was expecting—or wanting—however, we the mods were so happy to see so many people chime and chip in to help provide the best they could for this week. And that's what it's all about, coming together and creating art to celebrate our one and only Jumin Han.

So while Jumin Week may be over, please enjoy the library of beautiful works so many creators banded together to make! We'll be posting the Masterlist this weekend so be on the look out.

We sincerely hope everyone had fun and everyone got to enjoy the very best of our beloved cat-dad extraordinaire.

With love, until next time💜

-the Jumin Week Mods

[jumin-love]

| Jumin Week 2020 | Day 7: Striped shirts vs. Silk underwear |

[juminweek2019]

💜Late Submissions: October 12 - October 20💜

Hey lovely MC's! Never fear your mods are here! Was there a day you wanted to work on in particular for lovely Jumin but just couldn't get to it?

Don't worry, we'll keep the submission period open through the days listed above! You still have time before we create our masterlist of those who participated in the event. Be sure to especially use daily tags when posting your late submissions - this will help us sort your works!

For the Han!

[juminweek2019]

˓˓ก₍⸍⸌̣ʷ̣̫⸍̣⸌₎ค˒˒ It’s Day Six of Jumin Week 2020! ˓˓ก₍⸍⸌̣ʷ̣̫⸍̣⸌₎ค˒˒

Today’s Prompts: Vampires vs. Black Magic

[juminweek2019]

˓˓ก₍⸍⸌̣ʷ̣̫⸍̣⸌₎ค˒˒ It’s Day One of Jumin Week 2020! ˓˓ก₍⸍⸌̣ʷ̣̫⸍̣⸌₎ค˒˒

Today’s Prompt: Birthday | Cats vs. Berries