Here comes my comic for Day 3 of JuminMcWeek ! It was supposed to be in black & white but the idea was so great that I wanted to color it ! Thank you anon, that was a very interesting idea ! >w<
I’ve finished the JuminMcWeek ! Now I’m going to put my dear husband aside and draw for the other characters ! ( especially for Ray ! )
You guys so fast and here I am still at Day 1-
I am so sorry I did this on a whim and its just technically just scribbles;;
Sorry again for the English(I just noticed some typo) - I can draw but I cant write fml
Awwww bless this little poppet, he’s a jealous bastard isn’t he??
For the umpteenth time, he rolled over. It seemed no matter what he did, how he positioned his limbs or counted imaginary farmyard animals- Jumin could not get comfortable, could not get to sleep. His mind kept turning, over and over, one face after another tumbling in his mind on a successive loop driving him mad. He knew he was being irrational, he was not yet so lost or fatigued to know that the thoughts inside his head were useless and only served to irritate him. There was no merit in thinking about these sorts of things, and yet, he couldn’t help it. He hated it, despised it, but still he could not stop.
“Jumin… what’s wrong?”
Sweet, kind, beautiful MC. His love. His wife. His life, his absolute everything.
“Jumin?”
Oh, how he loved her…
“I think…” he began, licking his lips to give him time to consider his words carefully, “I think that I am jealous of Yoosung.”
A thick, heavy silence came over them as only their breathing could be heard in their bedroom. He felt MC roll over in order to face him, her warm body inching closer to him. Jumin let his head fall to look upon his darling wife and tried to smile away the deep creases between her brows. It didn’t work.
“Care to… elaborate?” she asked, a concerned look flashing across her pretty face, the shadows playing against the contours as the moonlight kissed her skin- such perfection within his grasp and still, he felt jealousy. Jumin breathed in as he closed his eyes, trying his best to articulate exactly what he was feeling.
“I hate Yoosung.”
“What?”
“I hate the way you coddle him,” he said as if he didn’t hear the alarm in her voice, “the way you baby him as if he were your little brother and you are the only thing keeping him safe. That you seem ready to fight the world for him one second and in the next, bake him cookies and help him study. I hate that.”
MC lay beside him as she pondered over his words, unsure of where the sudden feelings came from and what she could do to help her husband work through these emotions. Yoosung was no threat to them, to him, if only she could-
“I hate Jaehee.”
“Now, come on Jumin, she’s your assistant and one of my best friends-”
“Exactly. She’s one of your best friends. I hate that. I hate that I can never see that part of you that she shares with you. What it would be like to call myself your best friend? I think about it all the time because I’m not your best friend, am I? What do you talk about I wonder? What do you share with her that you can’t share with me or anyone else for that matter? I hate that there are parts of you- that I can’t have. Because I want all of you.”
Jumin ran a hand through his hair as the burden that filled him up slowly began to lighten, the constriction in his chest and the pressure against his stomach starting to ease. He peered back down to his wife who still looked at him, waiting patiently for him to continue.
He did not deserve her.
“I hate Saeyoung. How he makes you laugh- I can’t do that. The way he seems to be able to say the exact thing at the right time to have you in stitches without even meaning to. The way he runs around in ridiculous costumes that has you praising him like he accomplished something grand. I hate that he can relate to you with… what are they called… memes? Stupid pictures with nonsensical words and they have you amused for hours. I hate that.”
Barely a second went by before he continued, his tirade on a roll and uncontrollable.
“I hate Saeran. I don’t know the boy and I hate him because he barely knows you and already you have a special smile reserved just for him. A special way you hold him when you both embrace hello. He barely knows you and he’s already carved out a piece of your life for him when it took me what felt like forever to convince myself that I could ever belong in yours.”
“I hate V- yes… I do. My best friend with all the charm and warmth and debonair good looks- he makes it seem so easy to talk to you. About art, about the weather… it doesn’t matter! He makes it look like breathing the way he can captivate you in discussion and sometimes I feel like I’m scraping at the bottom of the barrel of interesting topics to talk to you about and I’m petrified you’ll wake up bored of me.”
“Oh… Jumin- no-”
“I hate Zen. I do. I hate him the most.”
“Zen? Please love, he’s just a friend, like a big brother-”
“Don’t you think I know that?” he said almost desperately. “I do. I know that. He’s like your guard dog, your very own protector. I hate that he treats me like I’m still some letch that taints you with my very presence in your life. That us being together is wrong because I’m me and you’re his precious MC. I hate that it almost makes sense to me... and that... I would let him take you away from me- because I’m not worthy to have you in my life. I’m too convoluted and emotionless to have such love and loyalty- I’m sure he’s probably in love with you and I’ve stolen you away from someone much better for you-”
“Shut up.”
“And that he would never dream to hurt you-”
“I said, shut up!” she snapped as she grabbed Jumin’s arm, her small fingers digging into the flesh on his bicep hard enough to get his attention. “Shut up. Stop right there. I don’t want to hear another damn word Jumin.”
He had made her upset. It was not his intention. He just couldn’t stop the words from coming out of his mouth. Jumin searched her face, the stricken expression of her features plucking at his heart.
My love… I am sorry…
“How long have you felt this way?” she whispered, her grip loosening, her fingers caressing.
“For as long as we have been together,” he admitted as he willed his body to turn towards her, his arm automatically draping over her waist to draw her even closer to him.
He felt her soften against him, her breath tickling at his bare chest as her arms wound about him. And just like that, with her in his arms; the quiet of their room, became the quiet in his heart. The voices in his head, his own voice, was silenced. She always did that. She was the peace in a world filled with noise. She was his calm.
“Jumin- you know, it’s always been you. I chose you. I love you. There may be parts of me that you think you don’t see but you, more than anyone, see who I am- entirely. No one knows me better than you. No one sees the good and the bad that you do, no one else knows what I’m thinking before I do- but you do. You know me Jumin. You don’t need to be jealous of anyone, for anything- especially not about me. You have me. All of me.”
He sighed happily at hearing her words, nuzzling into her hair to bury his face in the crook of her neck and inhaled deeply. She was right, of course she was, he didn’t need to feel jealous of anyone or anything, not when she chose him. He loved her, he trusted her and would rather die than put a wedge in between them.
“I love you Jumin, so much. I knew from the moment I met you that you were meant to be the one I spent my life with. To grow old and share everything with. I love you.”
Jumin pressed a soft kiss against her pulse, on her cheek and then on her forehead. He would kiss every inch of her if she would let him, but for that moment, he just needed to look upon her.
“I think… above all… I am envious of you, MC,” he smiled as she looked up at him with such shock in her eyes he almost found it funny.
“M-me? I don’t… me? Why?” she stammered as she tried to pull away from him to no avail with Jumin’s stronger grip keeping her close. His grin widened, as he brushed his lips against her hair and shushed her, his hands running up and down her back soothingly until she relaxed beside him once more.
“I am envious of you because once, just once, I would love to see me how you see me. To see what it is about me that you love.”
MC couldn’t help but smile at her husband’s revelations. She stretched up so she could place an innocent peck on his lips, her fingers dancing amongst his wayward ebony strands. After all the time that had passed, he was still capable of surprising her, still able to make the butterflies in her stomach soar.
“You don’t need to be envious of me or be me to know all of that- I love it all. I see you, and I love all of you.”
Jumin smiled and lay on his back with MC still tucked at his side, her fingers drawing random patterns along his sternum. She loved him. He knew that. He was Jumin Han, he was jealous of no one, he was rich, successful and so in love that it almost made his heart hurt. He was not jealous. He was not jealous. He was not-
He yawned as his body began to submit to the call of sleep. Jumin placed one last kiss against the crown of her head before closing his eyes. One by one, the faces disappeared, until only hers remained, and he smiled.
In general, Jumin’s wife is a rather self-confident woman. She is soft-spoken, and quiet, but one must have a certain level of self-confidence in order to survive a marriage with the intense Jumin Han. She knows who she is and how to work around her husband’s occasionally overzealous nature. She may be gentle and sweet, but she is not a small person.
However, in spite of all that, Jumin’s wife still has her moments. After all, her husband has quite a few female aquaintances.
Assistant Kang, she knows she can trust her life with. Jaehee is loyal to Jumin, wanting nothing but the best for her boss, and his wife is definitely the best. Their marriage is safe in the hands of Assistant Kang. So, it is not Jaehee that Jumin’s wife worries about, but the parade of beautiful, rich, and famous women that Jumin constantly meets.
It isn’t every woman that she wonders about. She knows her husband; she knows that she is the only woman that he has ever had eyes for.
…only living woman, anyway.
But sometimes, Jumin will meet a lady who does charity work. Sometimes, Jumin will smile unusually warmly at a blonde woman. Sometimes, his laughter sounds more than polite.
Assistant Kang will assure her that Jumin’s warmth and sincerity is nothing more than friendliness. Friendliness that his wife taught him.
And yet, sometimes, Jumin will turn around to see his wife’s eyes all but glow with insecurity.
She never says anything. That isn’t her way. She tends to keep such feelings to herself. She never wants to burden her tangled husband with emotions that she knows will fade and pass with time.
That does not change the fact that Jumin sees her heartache.
So, as soon as they are alone, Jumin pulls her into his arms.
He holds her close, cradling his most beloved against his heart.
“I trust you. You can trust me,” he will murmur, stroking her hair.
And like magic, her eyes clear and she smiles at him. Because beyond her flawed confidence, she believes in her husband. So, she trusts him, and her heart is light, again.
And she never forgets that there is one particular thread in his mind that she is still untangling.
Jihyun Kim tends to spend more time with Jumin’s wife, than Jumin himself.
Before the wedding, while the young CEO worked, Jihyun helped Jumin’s fiancee plan their wedding.
After their honeymoon, young Mr. and Mrs. Han came home. Someone managed to convince the young photographer to go through with his eye operation. And it was not Jumin Han.
Working from home, Jihyun’s professional hours are much more flexible than that of a businessman. Often, Jihyun will call upon the Han household for personal visits.
They were good friends from the beginning, naturally getting along with each other. Jihyun likes her innocence, and her genuine trust and goodness. These are all things that Jihyun admires and values in a woman.
Jumin knows that these were the things V loved most about Rika.
As much as possible, Jumin tries to ignore the negative feelings that arise with these observations. He’s had plenty of experience with such practices before. Surely, he can repress even more emotions.
But one day, Jumin all but chased V out of their home.
He had come home to find the two of them sitting in the living room, laughing over wine. It was reminiscent of a scene that Jumin was quite accustomed to walking in on.
And there was a warmth in Jihyun’s eyes that Jumin could not ignore.
Once upon a time, the girl had chosen the artist over the businessman.
Something in Jumin knotted tight.
Once upon a time, the businessman was left alone.
There was a glass dropping.
Raised voices.
A door slamming.
And before he knew it, Jumin had thrown his oldest friend out of his home.
He stood with his back to the front door, panting slightly, throat sore.
What had he done? Had he really just done that?
He was made aware that his wife was standing before him. She was silent, but watching. He couldn’t meet her gaze, at first. He knew what he did was shameful. And he felt so very exposed. Losing control was not like him.
First, he regathered his composure. He could not lose his temper with her. Not ever. The damages would be too great.
With some chagrin, he realized that he could stand to lose Jihyun, but not her.
Cautiously, Jumin’s gaze lifted to meet hers.
She was looking at him with reproach in her eyes.
He glanced away as if burned. Shame corroded his skin. He had done a very bad thing. And for a very small-souled reason.
However, as usual, she was too good to him.
Rather than scold him, Jumin’s wife took his face in her hands, gently drawing him down to her level. Tenderly, she rested his forehead against hers.
“I trust you. You can trust me,” she soothed, softly touching his face.
Jumin’s heart clenched. He knew he did not deserve this. But one of the knots in his head loosened.
By way of replying, Jumin wrapped his arms around his wife, holding her against his chest.
She was right. She was always right.
He would have to apologize to Jihyun in the morning.