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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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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.

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@juminweek2019: Ludus

(I'm late- oopsies also ehm it's a little spicy but not too much)

“Jumin? Darling” you called out from the bathroom, desperately trying to pull up the zipper. 

With fast steps, the called man approached the door, opening it a little to still give you some privacy. His dark locks poked inside. 

“I need your help. I can’t close the zipper of this stupid dress.” “I- It’s not stupid, dear, it really suits you.” He countered instantly while eyeing the view in front of him. You stood there in a wonderful gown, one he picked out just for you. 

“Yeah, you haven’t seen the back of it yet.” you laughed. 

Jumin walked inside the bathroom, a grin on his lips and his ears turned red. 

You faced the mirror above the sink, showing your date for the night, the undone zipper. Jumin took both hands and stroked them up your arms massaging your shoulders before placing a kiss on the crew of your neck - one of your favorite spots ever. You shivered when his cold delicate fingers touched your soft skin, but still you melted into his touch. “I think you look rather stunning.” He kissed you again. “To be fair, I wish I could look at this view all day, but I don’t wish for any other person to see you like this”. Another kiss. You moaned softly. Wishing you could both just stay at home. Unfortunately he stepped back. But before starting to close the zipper he looked down - eyeing something. You couldn’t tell what it was.

“My love. Don’t you have another bra?”

“What did you just say?”

“I asked you if you have another bra, because this one looks rather ehm… fuzzy, old and”

"Excuse you? That is my favorite one! I will not change into any other, because this one is comfy! the comfiest i have!”

“Listen darling, this is a really important Gala and I really don’t want…”

“Don’t want what, Jumin? Are you really saying I should change my stinky underwear, because you’re afraid somebody might see - how? huh. Tell me how they will see it?”

He scoffed. Breathing in to remain calm but that reaction just made it worse. You were cooking inside, ready to fire back.

“Darling, this Bra looks rather old and in fact I do fear that it’ll burst into ashes tonight, I mean look at all the fluff rests and one of the hooks is coming loose too. Please, my love just wear one of the new ones.”

“Stop it right there - Mister. I’m sure if I open one of your drawers there is a stinky old boxer, brief or whatever, we all have comfy underwear and who cares if we wear them? Who cares if there’s a fucking bit of fluff on it or if it has a hole or two? Hm?" You walked into the bedroom standing right in front of his drawers now, ready to pull it open with full force. “I don’t have any.”  

“Oh, You don’t, huh? Let’s have a look then.” With that you opened the drawers and everything you saw was clean and neatly stuff away. 

“See. I told you.” He stood right behind you again, looking over your shoulder and whispering into your ear. A devilish grin playing around his lips as he embraced you. 

"Liar. They are somewhere. I'm sure of it.” You nodded certain that you would find them one way or another - some day or another. 

“I’m afraid we have only a few minutes before we need to go.” His dark voice asserted from behind you. But instead of releasing you from his embrace he placed one hand on your thigh. “And I could think of doing something that’s a lot more pleasant than fighting with you.”

He pulled you closer to him, so you could feel what he was thinking of. With a one swift movement you turned into his arms, kissing him hastily. Your hands fiddled with the buckle of his belt and when it finally opened you pulled down his tight suit pants just enough to show his fuzzy briefs. “aha - see i found them.” 

“oh stop it will you? You won’t wear a bra anyways.”

“JUMIN HAN!” Now you scoffed. But instead of mocking him further you continued your teasing otherwise.

[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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[elvendara]

Been a while since I wrote some NSFW, I'm a little rusty. I'm giving it a shot again for @juminweek2019 Here's a sneak peek:

Against her, their bodies undulating in rhythm he captured her mouth, a deep kiss, tongues twisting around each other, saliva exchanged, lips smacking and breathing heavily, he felt at home. The soft sounds of R&B in the background suffusing their lovemaking. Jumin released her lips as he focused on the intense feelings welling up in his groin.  

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Coming back to this blog to make the interest check post for Jumin week 2022 only to realize I never made the Masterlist post from last year's event like:

I'm SO SORRY 😱

I'll have the Masterlist ready for tonight 😭

But yeah

JUMIN WEEK 2022 ANYONE???

Please let me know if you are interested in participating, it'll start in a month if enough people say they are going to (you can reblog this post and comment in the tags, send an ask or tag us, for example)

I already had an idea for the prompts, but as always I'm taking suggestions 👀

For the Han!!👑✨ (and again sorry)

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