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Jumin Week Day 1 - Eros

“Long day?” @juminweek2019​

Based off of the painting “In Her Arms” by Malcolm Liepke

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💖Jumin Week 2022 Masterlist💖

Day 1- Eros

E R O S by nebou

Jumin Week / Eros by elvendara

JUMIN WEEK 2022: DAY 1 by shittylongcatposts

Fantasy by lolaalee

Urban City Night by jafndaegur

Jumin Week Day 1 - Eros by marsystarsy

Day One: Eros by mrs-han

Day 1: Eros by edgelord-saeran 

Day 2- Philia

Jumin Week 2022 6 Oct '22 by elvendara

P H I L I A by nebou

Juminweek 2022 day 2 by shittylongcatposts

Day Two: Philia by mrs-han

Day 2: Philia by edgelord-saeran

Philia by brighteststar707 

Day 3- Storge

Storge: Familiar love by elvendara

S T O R G E by nebou

Day Three: Storge by mrs-han

Day 3: Storge by edgelord-saeran

Day 4- Ludus

Ludus by brighteststar707 

Jumin Week 8 Oct '22 by elvendara

L U D U S by nebou

Day Four: Ludus by mrs-han

Ludus by shittylongcatposts

Day Four: Ludus by edgelord-saeran

Day 5- Pragma

Jumin Week 9 Oct 22 by elvendara

Five: Pragma by mrs-han

P R A G M A by nebou

Day 5: Pragma by edgelord-saeran

Day 6- Philautia

Jumin Week 10 Oct '22 by elvendara

P H I L A U T I A by nebou

Philautia // Self-Love by shittylongcatposts

Day Six: Philautia by mrs-han

Day Six: Philautia by edgelord-saeran

Day 7- Agape// Mania

Day Seven: Obsessive Love by mrs-han

Jumin Week 11 Oct '22 by elvendara

Day Seven: Agape, a selfless love by edgelord-saeran

A G A P E   | |   M A N I A by nebou

Thanks again for your participation! Sorry again for the delay! 🙇 And you are more than welcome to participate again this year! 😺

For The Han! 👑💜✨

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Ludus

Playful love. Beginning stages of intimate love.

Jumin has been described by many people in many different words, but he has yet to be called playful.

Serious, driven, maybe even bizarre (by a particular member of the RFA), but never playful.

Indeed, he has never felt particularly playful, except when playing with Elizabeth. But of course, only real love could bring out that side of him.

That’s why when he meets the new RFA member for the first time, something lights up within him. This new side of him wakes up, and he is suddenly filled with this energy to make them smile that he has never felt before.

✧✦✧

It’s not often that Jumin sleeps in. Even on days off, he wakes up almost like clockwork at the same time. Today, however, he has woken up to an empty bed and commotion in the kitchen.

Now he stands in the doorway to his bedroom, watching his fiancé dance through the kitchen in nothing but one of his shirts and Elizabeth in their arms. They sing along to a song playing on the radio and make faces at her, completely oblivious to their fiancé watching them with an affectionate smile.

He wants to observe for a bit longer before he interrupts, but he doesn’t manage to stay unnoticed for long. They spot him still lingering at the door and beckon him over to join them, and how can he resist?

“I thought I’d surprise you with breakfast.” They say, standing on their tiptoes so he can kiss their cheek.

They somehow convince him to join them in their little dance, and together they spin around the kitchen, laughing over the music.

✧✦✧

They’re settled on the sofa together, sipping wine that he brought back from his recent trips to the vineyard. Jumin is working on a new embroidery piece, completely absorbed in his work.

“Jumin, you’re trying to sip an empty wine glass. Let me go top that up for you.”

He looks up to realize that yes, his glass is empty. He looks at them thankfully and hands them the glass.

“Thank you, Muffin. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

They freeze. “What did you just call me?”

“Muffin. It’s a pet name. People call each other sweet things when they’re in love, don’t they?”

“Yes, they do. But Muffin?” They sound amused, and Jumin continues.

“You don’t like it? How about Cupcake?”

They scrunch their nose in mock disgust, and he can’t help but notice how adorable they look, even when they’re teasing him. 

“Hot stuff?”

“Jumin!” They burst out laughing. “Have you been researching pet names?”

“Perhaps.” He tries to keep his expression serious, but a smile forms in the corners of his mouth.

They finish pouring the wine and return to the sofa to hand it to him. Once the glass is out of their hand, they throw themselves onto the sofa dramatically.

“So what nickname would you rather I call you?”

They make a show of thinking, exaggerated expression and thumb rubbing their chin. “Dumpling? Sugar? How about Gummy Bear? ”

“Be careful, I might think you’re serious,” he says, “then you’ll be stuck with Gummy Bear forever.”

“As long as it’s you, you can call me whatever you want.”

✧✦✧

They haven’t been going to events together for long. He understands that it’s an environment that they’re still getting used to. Most of the time, he tries to keep them next to him, but sometimes, they get split up.

Tonight is one of those nights. Jumin stands by his father, trying to not appear bored in front of the person trying to schmooze with them. He nods when he has to and pretends to be absorbed in conversation, but his eyes keep drifting over the businessman’s shoulder.

Lucky for him, his fiancé is at the next table, not difficult to watch from where he’s standing. They’re looking similarly bored, or maybe just tired. They’re surrounded by chattering people, all of them too occupied to notice their lack of enthusiasm, at least.

They spot him watching them and appear to almost immediately regain their energy. They stand a little straighter and shoot him a devilish smile. He tries his best to keep his expression serious, but he knows what they’re planning.

After double checking to make sure that nobody’s paying attention, they turn back to Jumin and wiggle their eyebrows suggestively. It’s adorable, and if he were anywhere else, he’d laugh. But the businessman is asking him a question, and he has to at least pretend to be serious.

Watching their first attempt fail does not dissuade them. They wait until Jumin is watching them again, then puff out their cheeks at him, and this time they manage to make him smile. How could he not? They look so happy when they win. He tries to cover it up with a sip of wine and returns his attention (however briefly) to the person in front of him.

Just a few minutes later, his love appears at his side, slipping their hand into his. He happily introduces them as the love of his life (he never misses an opportunity), before taking a step away to let the businessman bore his father some more.

He leans towards them enough to whisper in their ear, “shall we go home, love?”

This expression he can read without any help.

✧✦✧

One day, he returns home from work only to be greeted by a sticky note on the front door reading hide and seek! Come and find me!

He can’t help but smile to himself. Challenge accepted. He stops only momentarily to take off his shoes before starting his search.

First comes the living room, with the big plush sofa and shelving. Not many good hiding spots, but he wouldn’t put it past them.

Then the dining room, where he takes a peek under the table and is greeted only by a curious Elizabeth, offended that she hasn’t been pet yet. He scoops her up in his arms and keeps going.

The kitchen, bathroom and office are all similarly empty. The penthouse is alarmingly quiet. He had never realized just how much life his fiancé brought into the house with them when they moved in. Usually there was always some music on or even the sound of them talking to themselves when they thought they were alone. It was comforting to know that there was someone to share this space with him. How did he ever live in such silence?

When he enters the bedroom, he sees his walk-in wardrobe door ajar and suddenly knows that he has found them. The sound of a muffled giggle breaks the silence as he crosses the room to finally greet the love of his life.

✧✦✧

Most people would probably not call him playful. But his love does, and that’s what really matters to him.

[edgelord-saeran]

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Day 3: Storge

Jumin had never put much thought about having children. He knew he would have at least one eventually. The duty of creating an heir ultimately fell to him. He had no interest in this hypothetical child. He knew that what he'd learned from his own parents wasn't the best. He turned out fine, but he knew that it could be better.

But now, sitting in a hospital room with his wife and love of his life snoozing after ten hours of labor, he had a new perspective. Jumin felt a little out of place, his suit having been traded out for sweats and a henley, but what made him feel even more out of place was the infant currently laying in his arms.

She was bleary-eyed, staring up at him with the same amount of intensity that he was staring at her with.

"Hello." Jumin said softly. His little girl yawned, her tiny mouth forming into a small o as she went back to dreaming about whatever it was that day old infants dreamed of. Jumin smiled, feeling his chest warm.

This was his baby. His little girl. He hoped that she received most of her traits from her mother, and only the best of his traits. She would live long and live happy, surrounded by the love of both of her parents.

They would be better than his parents. Jumin held he close, gently rubbing her eyebrow with his finger as he began to hum the lullaby that his love had taught him.

He hadn't known how he would feel when she was born, but he hadn't expected this overwhelming, all encompassing love for the little bundle in his arms.

[mrs-han]

Jumin Week

Day One: Eros

“Jumin, are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Of course it is. Why wouldn’t I practice driving after attaining my driver’s license?” Jumin turned the key, starting the car.

Jihyun gulped nervously. “Sure… just remember the clutch, the gas, and the brake —”

The mint-haired man saw a blur of color and heard a cacophony of sounds as his best friend slammed his foot on the gas, the small 1998 Honda Civic speeding down the streets of Cyprus.

“J-Ju-Jumin!! Slow down!!” Jihyun clutched the dashboard, his fingertips as white as he was pale.

“This is the recommended speed, isn’t it?” Jumin leaned over, hoping to catch a glance at the speed marker… and nearly running into a merchant’s cart in the process.

“This is it, this is how death calls us,” Jihyun mumbled, straining to keep his eyes open.

Jumin clicked his tongue. “Oh, hush. You’re being over-dramatic.”

“Jumin, I know you don’t believe in God, but —”

Tires screeched against the newly paved road. Both Jumin and Jihyun jolted forward, their seatbelts roughly jerking them back into their seats. As they raised their heads, they saw you; a young villager carrying a basket full of vegetables. The look in your eyes, similar to that of a deer caught in headlights, quickly dissipated as anger took over. You roughly kicked the hood of the car, a couple of onions falling from your basket as you did.

“What is wrong with you?! Watch what you’re doing, stupid!!”

Adjusting your bundle in your arms, you delivered one more kick to the car’s plate and took off, mumbling obscenities under your breath.

Jumin slowly exited the car, onlookers watching and whispering about what had transpired. His fingers lightly dusted the woman’s shoe print — he would pay Jihyun back for the damage, that wasn’t the problem.

The problem was… he had never been called stupid before.

“Jumin, get back in,” Jihyun sighed, jogging towards the driver’s side. “We’ll inspect the damage later.”

“I'll pay you back, I promise.” Jumin's eyes wandered to the door you disappeared behind, his princely features giving a show of authority now. "I'll go and talk to her."

"No, get in the car." Jihyun tapped the steering wheel, anxiety littering his expression at the thought of confrontation.

Hesitating for a moment, Jumin eventually climbed into the passenger seat. "How can a person so small manage such damage."

Jihyun shrugged “Beats me. Buckle up.”

“But I’d like to continue practicing —”

“Nope, buckle up.”

“You went out driving?”

Chairman Han sat straight, setting his glass of wine on the table beside him.

“Father, like with all things, practice gives us a chance to better ourselves.”

“Of course. Except you are an exceptionally poor driver. All the practice in the world may fail as your saving grace.”

Snickering into his soup, Jihyun’s mint-colored eyes evaded Jumin’s ready and scathing glare.

“There is no harm in being driven around, Jumin." Chairman Han gradually relaxed into his seat. "Listen, I have a chauffeur ready for you when we return to Busan — Driver Kim I believe he’s called. The best in the business.”

“There’s no harm in experimenting,” Jumin sighed, standing from his seat. “I would still like to practice.”

“Sure, maybe on a deserted island,” Jihyun muttered.

“I’m going to get more wine,” Jumin boomed, purposely bumping his best friend’s elbow and smirking as soup splattered on his lap.

Frankly, he didn't need the disrespect.

Stepping into the kitchen, Jumin paid no mind to the maids preparing the final course for dinner. His only focus was on finding the wine cellar and -

"Hey!"

His body slammed into yours just as he rounded the corner. Onions made a sharp cracking sound, scattering around your feet.

"Seriously, I can't catch a break today," you nearly shouted, kneeling to gather what you could into your small apron.

Jumin blinked - it was the same woman who kicked Jihyun's car.

The same woman who called him -

"Yo, are you stupid for real?" You looked up at him, an irritation in your eyes that almost made him shirk back. "Do you have trouble seeing where you're going?"

Gathering himself, Jumin adjusted his posture, one foot placed close to your hand. "I could ask you the same thing. I'm extremely coordinated, I'll have you know. I visit my physician often, once every -"

"Yeah, I don't care."

Jumin huffed, crossing his arms over his puffed chest. "You're very rude."

"I'm rude?" You puffed a laugh. "You almost hit me with your car earlier! What, you expect me to be pleasant?"

"You dented the car I was driving."

"Sure, what is life to a rich person? Less than a car, apparently."

"I can readily compensate you. Are you prepared to compensate me?"

"Sure. Let me go to my mega-mansion next to the sea and fetch the Heart of the Ocean for you."

Jumin shook his head, annoyed by your sarcasm. "We're clearly getting nowhere. I'll tell you what." Dropping his head, Jumin furrowed his brows as he tried to think of a solution. "Are you a chef here?"

"How else am I supposed to pay the bills, genius."

"The snide remarks aren't necessary, answer me."

You swayed from one foot to the other. "Yeah."

Jumin lifted his head. "It's my birthday today. You cook me a meal, and I won't charge you for the damage to the car."

You scoffed. "Apologize and I'll consider your proposal. I'll also consider not spitting into your dish."

Jumin raised a brow. "I did apologize to you."

You mirrored his action. "You didn't. And you just earned your dish a dash of extra salt."

Shaking his head, Jumin couldn't help but smile. "You are something else."

The refreshing sea air blew through Jumin's hair, caressing his round cheeks and dancing through his loose t-shirt. He hadn't been back to Cyprus - your home town - since...

Since the wedding.

"Hey!" You wrapped your arms around your husband's slim waist, nuzzling your nose in his back. "The cake is ready, come on! Everybody is waiting for you!"

Turning around, Jumin's soft, observing eyes fell upon you. He coursed his slightly calloused hand over your cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "There's no rush. Stay here with me."

Pressing your cheek against his palm, you closed the gap between your bodies. "I can't give you an extravagant party like the ones you're used to -"

"Hm, you couldn't feature the Heart of the Ocean after all?"

"Shut up," you smiled, your fist over his chest and a blush on your cheeks.

"Or what, my dear?" Leaning to meet your height, Jumin's lips pressed against your ear, his deep baritone now a whisper. "You'll call me stupid again?"

"T-That was a long time ago," you faltered. "You can't still be holding a grudge over that, are you?"

"What if I am?" He looked down at his wedding band, the very one you dropped in your nervousness at the altar. Even while others saw it as a horrible premonition, he couldn't help but smile.

He was marrying the same clumsy oaf he met in the streets years before.

"Yeah well," you shuddered eagerly, your hands running over his arms. "You almost hit me with V's car."

Jumin bit into the soft flesh of your neck. "Call it even?"

"Hah... no... no, you owe me so much more." Wrapping your arms round his neck, you jumped into your husband's arms.

And he was all too ready to catch you.

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Philia

Affectionate love. Deep friendship and feeling part of a group.

The RFA’s second party since the arrival of the new party coordinator is in full swing. Everything is going smoothly, and RFA members are strewn across the hall, occupied with entertaining guests. All but Jumin and Jihyun, who sit together at a table in the back, almost out of sight.

Onstage, V’s photographs are being set up for auction. It’s set to begin soon, and it’s not something he likes to watch, so he and Jumin found a bottle of wine and stray tray of appetizers to distract themselves with.

They’re both swept up in the happy atmosphere and relishing in the results of their hard work.

“It looks like everyone is having fun. I’m glad, they all worked hard for this,” Jihyun says.

And it’s true. Despite all the work they put in to get to this point, everyone seems to be having fun.

Seven and Yoosung are talking to Gordon Ramsey and completely failing to conceal their excitement at the encounter. Jumin still doesn’t understand what they’re so excited for. He’s not even cooking any food. When he brings it up to Jihyun, he’s just met with laughter.

“I thought your new spouse was insistent on showing you Masterchef after getting married? He’s a celebrity, a cultural icon.”

“They’ve been too busy showing me different Disney movies to start it yet.”

“They’re a good influence on you.”

“I know.” He looks proud of himself as he says it.

They pause their ramblings to study the appetizers they swiped. Over the years, with the RFA parties and the events they attended when they were younger, they’ve developed preferences for certain snacks.

It reminds Jumin of how, when they were still teenagers, Jihyun somehow convinced the catering team at an event that they wouldn’t miss one tray of hors d’oeuvres. They spent that night hidden out in a corner of the hall, tray balanced on their knees, polishing off every last piece. He often made it his mission after that to score the best food at every event they attended.

“Penny for your thoughts, Jumin? You’re being awfully quiet. If you’re thinking of taking the last crab cake, think again. It’s mine.”

“I was just thinking about the parties our fathers used to make us attend when we were younger.”

“God, they were so boring. I don’t know what they expected us to do there,” Jihyun says, rolling his eyes. He never took to this type of society as well as Jumin did.

“You made them fun, though. The first time we tried wine was at one of those parties.”

“Was it?”

“Yes, you charmed one of the waitresses into serving us wine.”

Jihyun’s face lights up at the memory. “Right, and we spent the night outside in the gardens, getting drunk. We were so young.”

“Not much has changed since then.”

“It hasn’t. We’re still here getting drunk by ourselves at a party.”

“Speak for yourself. I’m not drunk.”

Anyone else would believe him. He’s alarmingly composed, even after so many drinks. Jihyun has always been jealous of that. There have certainly been a few gallery openings where he had a few too many glasses of champagne and acted a little…less dignified. But he knows Jumin too well. Only he can hear the way the wine has weighed down his tongue, made everything just a bit slower.

“You’re getting all nostalgic, you only do that when you’re drunk.”

“I’m not nostalgic, just remembering things. It’s not my fault I have a good memory.”

“And you’re speaking all slow.”

“I’m not.” As if in revenge, he swipes up the last crab cake and holds it aloft victoriously.

Jihyun laughs at his petulant reply. This is his favourite time of the night, where they’ve had enough wine to make everything funny. Jumin smiles at him affectionately. This is his favourite part of the night too. When Jihyun laughs, it makes him feel safe. He knows better than anyone that this kind of love is hard to come by.

He turns his eyes back to the crowd, surveying the different groups of people in attendance. Jaehee is standing at the coffee stand, eagerly chatting to the guests running it. Zen is surrounded by the modelling group, who Jumin suspects are trying to recruit him.

The person he’s looking for, however, is nowhere to be found. At least, they’re doing a good job of staying out of his line of sight.

A figure appears behind Jumin, holding a finger to their lips in a signal to Jihyun. Their arms snake over Jumin’s shoulders and swipe the appetizer from his hands before planting a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you for that, darling, I was worried we were all out of these.”

“Perfect timing, I’m pretty sure Jumin was looking for you,” Jihyun says with a smile.

“Am I that easy to read?”

“Yes,” they both reply, almost immediately.

“Are you drunk, Jumin? You’re talking all slowly.”

Jihyun bursts into laughter at that comment. “See, I told you!”

“I’m happy to see that you’re both enjoying yourselves. I have to get back, I just wanted to tell you that the auction is about to begin. Thank you for the snack, love.”

Jihyun can’t help but smile at the expression on Jumin’s face as he watches the love of his life walk away. He has never seen him like this before, caught off guard and so content.

“Jihyun, I have a confession to make.”

“What is it?”

“I think I’m drunk.”

He chuckles. “I think I am too.”

[edgelord-saeran]

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Day Six: Philautia

"You're going to see me throw hands with a geriatric." Jumin couldn't stop the small snort that escaped him at her statement. Her fingers danced skillfully across his scalp, contradicting her harsh words, as she shampooed his hair.

Jumin had come home in a frustrated mood. His father had once again introduced a girlfriend and her related business idea. When Jumin had turned down the venture, his father had gone into what his love referred to as "bitchy mode". He began to go into how the company had originally been his, and how Jumin was being a bad son. Jumin stonewalled him, refusing to put himself through another mess all for his father's love life.

When he'd told his love about his day, she declared that he needed a "self-love" night, and after dinner had drawn him a bubble bath, wine and snacks and all.

"Love, he's only in his 50s." Jumin said softly, leaning his head back on the porcelain lip of the tub to look up at her.

"Close enough." She grumbled before tapping his shoulder. "Scooch forward so I can rinse."

Jumin did so, tipping he head back as she gently poured water over his head. When he opened his eyes, she was smiling at her softly.

"I'm proud of you, you know." She said. Jumin felt his heart squeeze at her words.

"That means a lot." Jumin told her softly. She smiled again, and gently rubbed his shoulder.

"Enjoy the rest of your bath. Yell if you need anything." She said and left the bathroom. Jumin smiled as he sunk down into the bubbles. He loved her, and as it turns out, loved himself more because of it.