Jumin Week
Day Seven: Obsessive Love
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For the Han!! 💜
You loved him so much.
Voice as smooth as rich velvety cake batter, hair softer than the fur on a puppy, hands lightly calloused yet so soft against your cheeks, eyes stormy yet so full of undying affection and devotion…
“You’re daydreaming again, honey.”
Snapping back to reality, you moved behind him and draped your arms around his neck. “I can’t help it, Jumin. You’re so… you’re so…”
Twisting to face you with brows raised, you couldn’t stop yourself from touching his cheek, dragging your fingers over his sharp jawline, past his Cupid’s bow, and over the vague dorsal hump on his nose.
Jumin responded in kind, grabbing your wrists and turning his head to kiss the palms of your hands. Your stomach flipped and fluttered; you loved these moments with him and you couldn’t wait to —
“Darling.”
“I love you so much, Jumin. And you, you love me too.”
Moving to his feet, Jumin walked around the couch and pulled you to him. “Of course I love you.”
“Yes… yes, you do.” You started giggling softly, your hands exploring his slender and powerful body.
“Darling.”
Your giggle grew into a full, belly-aching laugh. Your fingertips digging into his skin, you gradually fell to your knees. Your laughs morphed into ferociously angry sobs and deafening screams.
Kneeling before you, Jumin took your face into his hands. Thumbs caressing your cheeks, he leaned in and spoke gingerly.
“You need to let me go. I cannot keep coming back here.”
“No. No, you — you belong here, you promised me forever!!”
Jumin tilted his head slightly — just as he always did. “I am still with you. I will always be with you. You need to let me go now… so I can protect and help you from where I need to be.”
“No.” You shook your head. “Why protect and help me from there, why can’t you do it here?”
“You know I can’t. Please.” Eyes pleading, Jumin raised your chin. “Please. Grant me this peace and allow yourself to heal —”
“I said no!!”
Your sudden movement extinguished the flame in front of you.
And your husband - your Jumin - left with it.
“No, no, no…” you scribbled Jumin’s full name onto a fresh sheet of paper, pricking your finger with the same overused needle you had been using all this time.
Reaching into his urn, you sprinkled Jumin’s ashes over your blood smear. Giddiness filled your heart.
You’d get to see him again.
And again.
Until his urn was empty.