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[marsystarsy]

Jumin Week Day 1 - Eros

“Long day?” @juminweek2019​

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

[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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[edgelord-saeran]

@juminweek2019

Day 1: Eros

Jumin had his passion projects, mainly relating to wine or cats. Never people though. He didn't get people, not beyond a marketing standpoint. Yes, he'd found V and the RFA, but they were touch and go some days.

Then she came along. And with her, the burning desire in his chest. She understood him, his quirks, his train of thoughts, seemingly everything about him. Every time she smiled at him softly, he could feel that fire grow bit by bit in his chest, threatening to explode at any moment.

Then he came home and found her singing in the kitchen, swaying softly as she stirred in a pan. When she heard the door close, she turned, giving him that soft smile.

"Welcome home." She said brightly. After barely toeing off his shoes, he came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her. She laughed at his attention before placing her spoon to the side and leaning back into him.

"What are you making?" Jumin asked, hooking his chin on her shoulder to look at the pan.

"Chicken and dumplings. My mom taught me how to make it. It's a family recipe." She paused for a moment and leaned her head against his. "I can teach you too. If you want."

Her words, her hesitant offer, everything boiled over in that second. Jumin pulled away from her, spinning her to face him, and pulled her into a burning kiss. She accepted it smoothly, eagerly kissing back.

She wanted to teach him. Teach him a family recipe. Family. Her words painted pictures in his mind.

"We'll need to have someone to pass it onto." Jumin mumbled against her lips. Her laughter rang out in the room.

"If you insist!" She giggled, and Jumin scooped her up, taking her off to the bedroom, ready to create the next generation.

The only thing that saved their dinner was quick thinking on her part, leaving the dish to simmer, low and slow.

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˓˓ก₍⸍⸌̣ʷ̣̫⸍̣⸌₎ค˒˒ It’s Day 1 of Jumin Week 2022! ˓˓ก₍⸍⸌̣ʷ̣̫⸍̣⸌₎ค˒˒

Today’s Prompt: EROS - Romantic Love