#mysmefictober2020

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Mysme Fictober/Jumin Week Oct 5

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@juminweek2019 Day 1: Birthday/Cats vs. Berries

5: Jack-O-Lantern

“Am I doing this correctly?” Jumin, the sleeves of his striped dress shirt rolled up over his elbows, his hair continuously falling over his eyes as he bent over the pumpkin on the kitchen table. MC laughed and got up from her seat quickly heading into the bedroom then back.

“Here, this might help.” She pushed a round silk headband over Jumin’s head then pushed it back to secure his hair away from his eyes. The lavender color looked good on him.

Jumin looked up at his wife and gave her a loving smile. Only she could do these things to him and he allow it. The look in her eyes gave him life, so he denied her nothing. It was to his great fortune that she in turn did not ask for the world, but only for him.

“Yes, I have at times wondered about the efficiency of Yoosung’s hair clips, however, it would not fit the aesthetic of a director of a large and affluent company.”

MC giggled at the image of Jumin wearing Yoosung’s hair clips. “No, I suppose nobody would take you seriously. Why not cut your hair shorter then?” she asked as she sat back down to attempt to carve out her own pumpkin. There was a table cloth on the table to catch all the pumpkin innards. When she had suggested they carve their own pumpkins Jumin had researched and researched before agreeing.

“I have often thought of it, but, I like this length most of the time, it suits me.” He scooped out the seeds of the pumpkin and scraped the inside until it was as smooth as the photo in the instructions he had printed out. The pumpkin was medium sized and almost perfectly round, there was a slight imperfection to the color but Jumin figured he would simply carve his design on the opposite side and no one need know. He had bought the best pumpkin carving tools he was able to find and now set about tracing the image he wanted onto the surface of the pumpkin.

Glancing towards his wife he noted how she furrowed her brow in concentration and thinned out her lips. Her cute little nose wrinkled quite pleasantly, he had to resist an urge to lean over and kiss the tip. He marveled at just how much his life hand changed in such a short period of time. Any other year and he would not have given this holiday a single thought. At this time he would surely have been in the office working on one thing or another. Now, he was elbow deep into the insides of a large squash and loving every minute of it.

Forcing himself to focus on his design and not on his lovely wife was difficult, but he did it. Once the outline was drawn onto the pumpkin, he held it out to look at it and make sure he had missed nothing. Perfection! Now came the difficult part. He picked up the small sawing tool and began to cut away what needed to be discarded. He regularly consulted the instructions so as not to make a mistake. In fact, he double checked he was about to make a correct cut before proceeding.

“How’s it going?” MC asked. Jumin looked up and couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped his throat. “What?” MC’s eyes were large and confused.

“Here.” Jumin set his pumpkin down and grabbed one of the clean towels on the table. He gently wiped away some pumpkin guts from his wife’s cheek. He leaned over and kissed the same area. She grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him back down when he tried to move away, capturing his lips. He sighed and lingered on her lips, the soft feel like a balm on his entire life.

“I see what you are doing, trying to distract me. It will not work, I am almost finished.” He sat back down on his seat and MC pouted.

“Fine, I’m almost finished too.” She turned back to her work and Jumin grinned. She made him feel more alive than ever. Before her, he had been floating through life in a fog, and he might have continued that way, never knowing what life really meant, had she not pushed him out of it. He enjoyed his work, the company, loved his father and still gained much pride in what he did, but he was much more fulfilled than he had ever been. His heart was full like never before.

He hummed as he finished up his design, the sound coming naturally. He had often been told his singing voice was beautiful, yet he had never taken much enjoyment out of it. Now, he would sing for MC, or sing when he was alone and at peace, a sign of his happiness and contentment. Even Jaehee had commented that he often hummed under his breath while reading through his documents. He chuckled and MC gave him a soft knowing glance.

“Done.” He stated, setting his finished jack-o-lantern down and placing the cap on top. Perfect.

“Wait! You have to put the candle inside.” MC reminded him as she did the same to hers. They had purchased electric ones that didn’t need to be lit, as the building did not allow for real candles to be used.

“Right.” Jumin reached for the LED candle on his side, turned it on and placed it inside. “Ready?” he asked MC. Their respective newly carved jack-o-lanterns facing themselves ready to be revealed.

“Ready.” She answered.

“One…two…” they intoned together, “THREE.” They each turned their creations to each other, and MC gasped while Jumin tried unsuccessfully not to laugh. MC’s monstrosity was anything but perfect. The two almost triangular eyes were lopsided, one vastly larger than the other. There was a single gash in the center he could only assume was supposed to be a nose, and the too large mouth had dangling teeth that appeared to be one strong breath away from completely falling off. Not to mention she had done an abysmal job of clearing out the inside as there were orange strings visible inside.

“Well, it is certainly ghastly enough for Halloween.” Jumin chided his wife. MC rolled her eyes, her jaw tight.

“Is there anything that you’re bad at?” she asked, exasperated. Jumin had precisely recreated a photo of Elizabeth 3rd.

“I had to make sure my precious, I mean, OUR precious Elizabeth 3rd was accurately portrayed, anything less would have been an affront to her.” MC could only shake her head.

“Well, you did her justice my love.” She laughed and sat on her husband’s lap. “She would be proud to sit outside our door for all to see.” She kissed him, removing the headband and running her fingers through his thick dark hair. “Now, why don’t we go take a shower and clean up.” She suggested. He readily agreed.

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Mysme Fictober/Jumin Week Oct 6th

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@juminweek2019 Day 2: Sweet Wine vs. Bitter Wine

6: Headless Horseman 

“I think you’ve had enough to drink Jumin.” V took the glass from his friend and set it on the counter.

“Nonsense, I feel fine.” Jumin stated, holding on to the counter and eyeing the glass. Dizziness made him waver and he decided that perhaps V was right.

“Come now, you should go to bed, I’ll call you in the morning to see how you are.” V led his friend towards the bedroom.

“Fine fine, I am going, you may leave now.” He pushed V away from his gently and headed into his bedroom. He vaguely heard the door close as V exited the apartment. Jumin took his belt off and unbuttoned his pants, pulling the shirt out of them. He sat on the bed and sighed. The room spun. It had been a while since he’d drank that much, but talking with V made it easy to indulge, he’d missed his friend desperately. He lay down and was quickly asleep.

He found himself on a deserted dirt road, the fog thick around him swirling in the evening breeze. He was dressed in a long coat, trousers and shinny black shoes. On his head was a top hat. It certainly was not something he would normally wear. The hard-packed dirt beneath his feet was disconcerting. He looked around him but could make out nothing, so he began to walk.

After a few minutes of feeling as if this road would never end, he heard a horse neighing. It echoed around him giving him a small jolt of fright. He then could clearly hear the clopping of hoofs. He turned around and around as it got louder, wondering where it would appear from.

Suddenly the sound was deafening, he covered his ears and fell to the ground, the sound resonating throughout his body. There was a stir of dirt that filtered into his mouth. He coughed, doubling over and almost retching. When the fit was done and he was able to open up his bleary eyes he blinked profusely. It took almost a minute for his vision to clear. The sound was gone and only silence remained.

He gazed at a pair of dark black horse hooves right in front of him. Slowly he raised his gaze, his eyes following the strong lines of the beautiful creature and met it’s dark eyes. What turned his blood cold was the rider on its back. The man was long and lean, wearing tight black leather from neck to toe. It was the neck that drew his fear. Blackened dry blood dripped from the neck and what sat atop it was not a human head but a rotting Jack-O-Lantern with fire blazing behind the cut out eyes, nose, and mouth.

Jumin fell back and crawled backwards, away from the monstrosity.

“Where is my head?” the visage intoned, its ire clear. Jumin could only shake his head. He closed his eyes and tried to will himself out of this nightmare. He had never experienced anything like this. It must have been that sweet wine V had insisted he drink! Never, never again, dry wine would forever be the only type he would drink. When he opened his eyes, he was disheartened to see he was still completely engulfed by this nightmare.

The man swung a leg over the horse and jumped to the ground. He pulled a sword from his dark scabbard and aimed the tip at Jumin’s neck.

“Perhaps I shall take your head instead.” He threatened.

Jumin blinked in confusion, he recognized that voice. His mind thrashed about, trying desperately to remember who it belonged to.

“Jumin…”

“Jumin…”

“JUMIN!”

Jumin opened his eyes and was startled at the dark red orbs looking down at him. He swatted at the man and pulled himself further up the bed until he hit the headboard. A soft laugh followed him.

“Well well well, to think I would ever live to see Jumin Han drunk off his ass! What were you dreaming about anyway? You were thrashing around like a fish out of water.” Zen stood and walked into the bathroom, when he came back he held a glass of water and handed it to the disheveled business man.

“Wh…wha…Zen?” Jumin was confused but he took the proffered water and drank deeply, his throat was dry and raspy.

“Yeah, I ran into V on his way out, he said you’d drunk too much and he sent you to bed. I didn’t expect this though.” He took the glass and set it on the nightstand. “Come on, let’s get you out of those clothes and comfortable.” Zen began to undress Jumin and tuck him under the covers. Jumin usually slept in silk pajamas, but since Zen had moved in, he slept in the nude more nights than not, he said it was more convenient as Zen enjoyed waking him up in the middle of the night and having his way with him. Zen countered that Jumin did the waking up on at least half of those occasions.

“I…uh…dreamt that you were the headless horseman, and you were going to chop off my head and take it as your own because I couldn’t tell you where yours was.” Jumin snuggled into his pillow and watched his lover discard his own clothes and dive into the covers as well.

“Is that right? Hm, well, I suppose I could do worse than to have your head, what about my body though? Did I still have my beautiful body?” Zen asked, eyebrow raised.

Jumin chuckled and pulled the man close. “I couldn’t say, you were covered in leather from neck to toe, but, it certainly seemed to accentuate you very nicely, although, I have to admit, I was rather distracted by the pumpkin on your head and the sword at my throat.”

Zen laughed and pressed his lips against Jumin’s.

“Well, hopefully you won’t have any more nightmares.”

“Not with you in my arms.” Jumin held Zen close, the white-haired man laying his head on Jumin’s shoulder and letting himself be enveloped. “And no more sweet wine for me.” Jumin sighed. Zen chuckled, both falling asleep in comfort and warmth.

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Mysme Fictober/Jumin Week Oct 9th

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@juminweek2019 Day 5: Tea vs. Coffee (vaguely! Sorry, couldn’t come up with anything else that centered around coffee! LOL)

Day 9: Secrets (had to italicize because it won’t center or use the font for entering and exiting the chatroom that I used, roll with it)

Zen has entered the chatroom

Zen: Hello Jaehee, have you been up long?

Jaehee: Zen! It’s good to talk to you. Frankly, I have been at my desk for the past hour.

Zen: In the office already? That CEO in line is such a task master! Just because he comes in so early doesn’t mean you have to.

Jaehee: Actually, Mr. Han has yet to make an appearance.

Jumin has entered the chatroom

Zen: Speak of the devil! Why do you always come in right after me? How do you know?

Jumin: I’m sure I don’t know what you mean. I have better things to do than to see if you are in the chat before I come in. Assistant Kang, have you pulled the files I asked for yesterday?

Jaehee: Yes sir, they are on your desk and have been checked for typos.

Jumin: Excellent. I look forward to reviewing the new merger.

Zen: You are some piece of work Trust fund kid! Making Jaehee work while you laze about all morning!

Zen: Jaehee, have you even had your coffee yet? The least you can do is bring her in her coffee Mr. Moneybags!

Jumin: Is that something you would appreciate Assistant Kang? I could have the concierge deliver one for you ASAP.

Jaehee: That is not necessary Mr. Han. I am well into my second cup of the morning and should not indulge in more.

Jumin: I see, it would seem that Zen’s suggestion was erroneous, as per usual. I should learn not to listen to him.

Zen: Excuse me! I would appreciate it if you would not talk over me! I’m right here!

Jumin: Certainly, if you wish. I have decided not to take your advice from now on Zen, it seems as if it is almost always incorrect.

Jaehee: Sir, that is not accurate. I would indeed enjoy a cup of coffee. However, at this time, I have already had my fill. His suggestion was a good one.

Zen: You tell him Jaehee!

Jumin: I am afraid I must not accept your perspective, as you seem to defend Zen at every opportunity. I believe you are biased.

Jaehee: Sir!

Zen: How dare you! Only your opinion is correct?

Jumin: Certainly, since it is my opinion that counts to me. Zen: What an entitled comment! I swear!

Jumin: Nonetheless, this conversation must end, I must get ready to commence my day. I shall see you when I get in Assistant Kang.

Jaehee: Yes sir.

Jumin has left the chatroom

Zen: Why that! Make him give you all the coffee you want Jaehee! You deserve it.

Jaehee: Thank you Zen, I do appreciate your effort. I should get back to work now, enjoy your day off.

Zen: I’ll try. It’s hard to fill the day on my own. Have a good day, and don’t let that trust fund jerk get to you.

Jaehee has left the chatroom

Zen has left the chatroom

“We really should tell the rest of the RFA.” Jumin said softly.

“I know, but it’s so much fun this way.” Zen set his phone down and snuggled closer to Jumin. They lay tangled together in Jumin’s immense bed, the expensive satin sheet caressing their naked bodies. It had been Zen’s fault Jumin was late for work. Days off were few and far between for the actor, preferring to have his days filled with appointments and practice. But this wasn’t so bad.

“I could take the day off as well; Assistant Kang can handle things at the office.” Jumin suggested, stroking Zen’s silver hair, letting the strands fall between his fingers.

“No no, that would peak Jaehee’s curiosity. I like this game.”

“You mean you like taking swipes at me.”

Zen chuckled, Jumin was right, he enjoyed the back and forth.

“I know I know.”

“It has been fun keeping you to myself. But I believe I am ready to let the world know about the man I love.” Jumin murmured into Zen’s hair. Said man pushed himself up on his elbows and directed his crimson gaze towards the dark grey beautiful orbs of the director.

“Love?” he asked.

“Of course, with all my heart.” Jumin swept some loose strands behind Zen’s delicate ear, his fingertips relishing in the soft firmness of the albino’s skin. Never had he envisioned anything more beautiful than the man in his arms right now.

“You do know how to get what you want, don’t you?” Zen smiled.

“I try. But this time, it is your choice, I want you to want me because you desire me, and love me, not because I can persuade you with my words.” Jumin offered in all sincerity.

“Tell me again.” Zen coaxed, eyes lidded, lips pouting.

“I love you.” Jumin stated simply and firmly.

Zen lowered himself and pressed his lips against Jumin’s, letting his tongue linger and swirl around Jumin’s, soft moans of pleasure escaping them both. When they pulled apart Zen smirked. He picked up Jumin’s phone and handed it to the businessman.

“Make the call, I’m going to make sure you don’t leave this bed all day!”

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Mysme Fictober Oct 26th

For @mysme-fictober 2020

Day 26: Who’s Your Mummy

LEMONS...under the cut...short and sweet...

“Can you help me with this?” MC asked as she tried to zip up her mummy costume.

“Sure.” Saeyoung answered then proceeded to unzip what she had already zipped.

“Saeyoung!” MC rolled her eyes.

“Yes?” he said, while pushing down the mummy costume, leaving it in a puddle around her bare feet.

“You…we’re going to be late.” She laughed as he pulled her against him and pressed his lips against her neck kissing her tenderly.

“Ask me if I care.” He said. His hands roamed her body and she turned towards him. Their lips met and Saeyoung picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, and carried her to the bed where he lay her down gently. Letting go of him she stretched out on the bed and sighed as her husband trailed his mouth down her body to her waist where he flicked his tongue into her belly button then pulled down her underwear. Pushing her legs apart she settled them over Saeyoung’s shoulders as his hands kneaded her thighs. Taking his glasses off and tossing them aside he buried his face between her legs, teasing her with his lips.

“Hngh…” MC arched her back, digging her fingers in his thick red hair, pushing his face into her crotch. Saeyoung chuckled as he slid two fingers inside her wet vagina, enjoying the gasp that escaped her throat. He then used his tongue to stroke her clitoris as his fingers scissored inside of her. He sucked on her clitoris and her hips jumped and thrust against him. It didn’t take long for her to cum, his stimulation was fast and furious. She fell against the bed heaving and flushed.

Climbing up her body he lingered on her breasts which were perfectly shaped in his opinion, even if she did complain one was bigger than the other. She still heaved as her body processed the lingering shudders of her orgasm. Satisfying her was what he lived for.

“You were saying?” he asked as he made it to her neck and nibbled her ear.

“Shut up and finish fucking your mummy!”

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Mysme Fictober/Jumin Week Oct 7th

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@juminweek2019 Day 3: Soap Operas vs. Videogames

7: Good vs. Evil

*I have never played the game Among Us so please forgive any inaccuracies. I grilled my son who has played a lot and apparently has gotten very good at being the imposter.*

I’m sure you all can guess who is who but here’s a cheat sheet:

(purple) catdad101

(red) god707

(green) supermanyoosung

(lime) Unknown2.0

(white) adonis389

(brown) coffeeisgod

Adonis389: I say the imposter is catdad101, let’s eject him.

Catdad101: we have not yet commenced the game, is that allowed?

God707: LOL adonis389, I think we need more proof first.

Unknown2.0: Agree, let’s just all go do our jobs.

Adonis389: fine, whatever, but I’ve got my eye on you purple!

Catdat101: my name is catdad101, if we are to play this game, we should do it correctly.

Adonis389: You are going to be so annoying aren’t you?

Supermanyoosung: let’s just play guys. I’ve heard really good things about this game, it’s supposed to be addictive. Unknown2.0, wanna hang out together, I’ll watch your back and you watch my back.

Unknown2.0: what if I’m the imposter?

Supermanyoosung: you wouldn’t kill me, would you?

Unknown2.0: no comment.

Supermanyoosung: SAERAN!

Coffeeisgod: can we please begin, I have a lot of work to do.

Catdad101: agreed, ready to play.

Jumin sipped his glass of wine and watched the opening screen. “Interesting.” He set the glass down and got to playing. Saeyoung had given him an introduction, playing a game on his phone to show him how to play, what to do, where to go, how to do his tasks, and how to get around.

After five minutes the alarm went off and the discussion was opened.

Supermanyoosung: somebody killed coffeeisgod! OMG, she’s dead!

Adonis389: not coffeisgod! Why?! I can’t believe you would kill your assistant trust fund kid!

Catdad101: excuse me?

Adonis389: I know it was you! It had to be, who else?

Catdad101: I believe it was you.

Adonis389: WHAT!? Are you serious? I am NOT the imposter, and if I was, I wouldn’t kill Jaehee first!

God707: IDK adonis389, I think catdad101 has a point. Taking out coffeeisgod is a pretty smart move for you.

Unknown2.0: I have to agree. I vote adonis389 as the imposter.

Adonis2.0: you both are crazy! I can’t believe this! Supermanyoosung you believe me right?

Supermadyoosung: sorry, I vote you as the imposter too, I can’t believe catdad101 would be able to successfully kill coffeeisgod, or anyone else, lol.

Catdad101: well, I believe I am offended by that, but, I concur, jettison the imposter!

Jumin chuckled and took a deep drink of his wine. This game was more fun that he had assumed it would be.

The next to fall was unknown2.0. Jumin grinned and shook his head. The discussion opened once more.

Supermanyoosung: OMG, I don’t know what happened! The lights went out and when they came back up unknown2.0 was on the floor! Which one of you did it?

God707: this can’t be! I thought you were supposed to watch his back supermanyoosung!

Supermanyoosung: I know I know!

God707: I don’t believe you.

Catdad101: I do not believe him either. They have been together the entire time, who else could have done it? I saw no lights going off.

Supermanyoosung: because you were in a different area of the map!

Catdad101: exactly!

God707: yes, exactly! So you admit it was you!

Supermanyoosung: no, that’s not what I meant!

Catdad101: I vote you as the imposter supermanyoosung.

God707: me too, I shall avenge my brother!

They jettisoned supermanyoosung, but he was not the imposter.

God707: NO….you?

Catdad101: I don’t understand what is so difficult about this game. It was rather easy to kill them and manipulate you all into dismissing me as a threat. Shall we play again?

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Mysme Fictober/Jumin Han Week Oct 11th

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@juminweek2019 Day 7: Striped Shirts vs. Silk Underwear

Day 11: Black Cat 

“Well who are you and how did you get in here?” Jumin knelt just inside the apartment door and scratched behind the fluffy black cat’s ear. “Did my wife bring home a stray?” he grinned. Standing he unbuttoned his suit jacket and pulled it off, laying it over his left arm.

“Lillie?” He called out as he made his way towards the bedroom. “Where are you darling?” he stepped inside loosening his tie. Stopping he looked around and took note of the silence. “Now where could you be?” he asked himself walking further into the bedroom.

“Right here my love.” Jumin startled at how close his wife’s voice was behind him. Twirling he was shocked at what he saw and stumbled onto the bed.

There was very little left of the black cat as it shifted into his naked wife. She stood before him in all her glory, reddish hair cascading around her shoulders. Her honey brown eyes brilliant and a bit frightened as she took in his reaction.

“Wh…what…” he could barely breath as the realization hit him that his wife had just been the black cat he had encountered.

“H…how…” his mind was reeling, unsure and confused. Certainly he had delved into the occult for some pleasurable reading but had never taken it quite so seriously. Though he admitted there were things that might never be understood through intellect in the world.

“I wanted to tell you, but it was never the right time.” She held herself back, grabbing one of Jumin’s striped shirts that she insisted on using as a nightgown from her side of the bed and sliding into it without buttoning it. She wrung her hands together in agitation. She looked absolutely fearful. Of him?

Jumin stood, letting go of his suit jacket faced his new bride. “Why didn’t you tell me?” his words came out rather more harshly than he had intended, which made Lillie cringe, tears welling in her eyes.

“I tried! So many times, but I was afraid you wouldn’t believe me, that you would think I was crazy and never want to see me again. Or worse, that you would believe me and not love me anymore!” she sobbed, “And then you asked me to marry you and I said yes, then it became more problematic! I’m so sorry Jumin, my love, I know you must hate me right now!”

Jumin pulled the woman into his arms and held her close, he could feel the rapid heartbeat beneath her breast, her body shivering in fright.

“No no, I’m sorry. I’m not angry, and I certainly don’t hate you. I could never hate you my darling. I’m just surprised is all. How anxious you must have been with this secret.” He stroked her hair gently, continuing to murmur soothing words into the lush curls.

“You aren’t repulsed by what I am?” she pulled away from him and gazed into his storm grey eyes. They were as soft and loving as always.

“Of course not. You are still as beautiful as ever to me, no matter what you are.” He tilted her delicate chin up and kissed her softly, his lips lingering on hers, enjoying the warmth and sweetness of her taste.

Lillie smiled when they finally came up for air. “I’m so glad, you don’t know how envious I’ve been of Elizabeth 3rd on your lap as you pet her and read.”

“Elizabeth!” Jumin stood straight, concern in his eyes, he scanned the room but there was no sign of his beloved cat.

“Not to worry my sweet. She has known all along what I am and has accepted me into your family as an equal.” Lillie laughed.

The tension in Jumin’s shoulders eased, the fear that both his ladies might be at odds diminishing.

“Today was the first day I’ve shifted since we met. I’ve been afraid to slip in front of you. I just couldn’t figure out how or when to tell you and this seemed the best way. I apologize for the shock.”

“Nonsense, what’s done is done and does not change who you are in my mind, nor in my heart. I love you so much, this…just means there is another part of you to love.” He pulled her close once more. He appreciated seeing her in his shirt like this, the length leaving her rounded thighs exposed, hinting at vast landscape beneath the shirt. A landscape he enjoyed exploring as often as he could. The way her body began to move was a hint to Jumin that this had suddenly changed into something else. He responded in kind, his hand on her thigh, sliding upwards and under the shirt to her hip.

She moaned and if he wasn’t mistaken, began to purr deep in her throat.

“Kitten…why don’t we skip dinner and go straight to bed.” He whispered in her ear, nipping at the lobe.

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Mysme Fictober Oct 14th

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Day 14: Thriller

“I don’t like this.” Saeran held his brother’s hand as they walked through the deserted house.

“I know Saeran, but we have to be quiet OK?” Saeyoung tried to stay calm for his brother, but his own heart was pounding straight through his chest. Their bare feet made no noise as they plodded along the hallway, the cold wooden floor beneath them.

Saeran began to sob silently and Saeyoung pulled him closer. “It’s going to be OK. You don’t have to be scared.”

“What if she finds us? She’s going to hurt us.” His body began to tremble.

“She won’t find us.”

“She always finds us.”

Saeyoung couldn’t deny that statement, they’d tried to run away at least ten times in their short lives, and somehow, she had always managed to know where they were hiding. This time Saeyoung felt sure she wouldn’t be able to track them, unless she had them chipped, which he wouldn’t put past her. This had to work. Saeran wouldn’t survive another year at the rate their mother had been beating him. Their biggest threat was Saeran himself. He was still weak and hurt. He was pretty sure Saeran’s wrist was fractured.

The night before their mother had been in a drunken rage. Saeyoung had been out, getting more alcohol for her. When he had returned, he’d found Saeran on the floor of their bedroom, bloody and bruised. He hadn’t even been crying, used to this treatment as he was.

“Come on Saeran, let’s find a room and get some sleep.”

“I’m not tired. I’m too scared to sleep. This place is creepy, I don’t like it here.” Saeran held his hand to his chest but let Saeyoung guide him further.

“I know, but I don’t think she would come looking for us here. Nobody comes in here.”

“Because it’s haunted.”

“That’s what they say, but it’s nonsense, silly superstition.”

“Feels haunted.” Saeran said, his voice barely audible even in the silence of the deep night.

Saeyoung opened a door into what he assumed used to be a bedroom. There was a dresser with missing drawers and a single nightstand.

“Here. We’ll stay in here for tonight.” Saeyoung settled Saeran into a corner and took off his backpack pulling out a small blanket. He shoved himself as close to Saeran as he could and settled the threadbare blanket over them both. Tomorrow he would try and find help for Saeran. He put his arm around his little brother and pulled him close. It wasn’t going to be comfortable, but it was all they had. Regardless of his earlier assertion, Saeran was soon fast asleep, head on Saeyoung’s shoulder.

Although he meant to stay awake and alert throughout the night, in order to protect his little brother, Saeyoung was soon deep in slumber as well.

“Children.” The woman whispered. Her flowing white gown flittered around her as if caught in a windstorm of which there was no sign. She was indistinct and transparent.

“Kill them and be done with it.” The man at her side smirked and turned away, he loathed children.

“Nonsense, they simply need to rest. Look, that one is hurt.” There was concern in her voice.

“Who cares.”

“They’ve suffered so much.”

“All the more reason to kill them and put them out of their misery.”

“Perhaps you’re right, and if they did die here, they could stay forever. I could take care of them.” The woman was suddenly rather excited. The man however, suddenly not so enthusiastic about murdering the children.

Saeyoung sprang to his feet, amber eyes wide, red hair in disarray. He pulled a knife from his pocket and held it before him.

“Stand back!” he screamed. Saeran jerked awake at the sudden movement of his brother and shrank against the wall as he saw what stood before him.

“Do not worry my child. Release is at hand. You need not suffer any longer.” The woman’s jaw unhinged, blood dripping from her mouth, rotting teeth visible along with a blackened and thick tongue. Saeran began to weep in terror. Saeyoung’s bladder let loose but he was beyond feeling. He reached behind him and caught Saeran’s shirt. He did his best to pull him up and stand in front of him.

“Oh bloody hell woman move!” the man shoved his face an inch from Saeyoung’s, the skin on half his face sliding off, one eye dangling and looking downwards. He grinned grotesquely and said, “Boo!”

The twins screamed and Saeyoung pulled Saeran behind him, running straight through both apparitions and out into the night.

[elvendara]

Mysme Fictober Oct 20th

For @mysme-fictober 2020

Day 20: Abacadabra

It started when he was five years old and seemed quite natural. So natural that he never told anyone about it. He had been sitting in the garden behind his home when he watched as a hawk swooped down and captured a mouse. The bird rose back into the air. Jumin felt sorry for the mouse, he threw up his hand and screamed “Stop!”. The bird did, hovering in midair. He had been a little surprised, though he had felt certain that of course he would be able to help the mouse. He closed his fist and shouted, “Drop!” and the bird did, dropping the mouse who safely scampered away.

“Go on now.” He shooed the bird away and it readily obeyed him, though it tossed back an irritated squawk. He’d never seen anyone else do these things, but those around him always fawned all over him and told him how special he was, this must be why they thought so.

As he grew older, he understood that the reason he was treated the way he was was because of his father, and not his ability to do things differently from other people. The only other person who knew what he was capable was, was his best friend V. V suggested he keep it to himself as well.

“There are people who will try and use you because of it.” He had said. Although he encouraged Jumin to keep his ability from others, he had no compunctions with asking Jumin to do some “abracadabra” to play all kinds of pranks on other students. Jumin felt this was juvenile, but it made his friend happy, so he complied.

Once Jumin took the office of Director of C&R and V was often away on his numerous trips, Jumin’s magic dwindled. There were the occasional instances when he would use it out of habit, or if an accident occurred, otherwise, he hardly ever used it. If anyone saw these instances, they simply assumed they were seeing things and pushed it aside. Obviously, the director of C&R Jumin Han wasn’t casting spells.

But she wasn’t anyone ordinary. Lillie studied Jumin, his mannerisms, his idiosyncrasies, and paid attention to what he paid close attention to. She saw, on more than one occasion what he was capable of. He never seemed to be aware of it either. How the spoon in his tea swirled around the cup on its own. How a lamp moved out of his way before he bumped into it. How his favorite pen appeared from nowhere when he wanted it or needed it. She wondered how a man such as Jumin, didn’t use his gift to his advantage. But of course he wouldn’t, he was far too honest for that. She was sure it had never even crossed his mind to do so.

It had been a joy to get to know all of the RFA members as the newest party coordinator, but it had been a special privilege to get to know Jumin Han. He was nothing like she had read about in the magazines. He was certainly not humble, but his belief in his own ability was justified. He did not rely on his money, or power, though he readily used it for good. She wasn’t surprised when she realized she had fallen in love with the enigmatic busnissman. She watched as he danced with a donor, a small smile on his face, though she could tell he would rather be doing his taxes instead.

She giggled and his eyes met hers, an arched brow making an appearance. She arched her own brown and did a small curtsey in his direction. When the music was over, he bowed before the flustered elderly woman and kissed the back of her hand. She walked away happy.

“And what, pray tell, is so funny?” he asked as he took his place next to her.

“Nothing, I was just wondering.”

“Oh? Wondering what exactly?”

“Why you don’t just disappear when you want to.”

“That would be inappropriate, and disrespectful to all who have come to help out our charities.”

“That’s not what I mean.” She gazed at him intensely.

“Then what do you mean?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed, he had a suspicion he knew already.

“Where’s your pen?” she asked instead.

“My pen?” he was more confused than ever.

“Yes, your favorite pen, the diamond encrusted one that your father gave you.”

“Oh, I left that on my desk of course.” He stood straighter, perhaps he had been wrong, she knew nothing.

“Is that so? Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure. I used it to sign the checks that needed to go out this month and set it on the blotter.”

“Hmm, so, if you checked your inside coat pocket it wouldn’t be in there?”

“Why would it be in there?” he looked at her like she was crazy. She simply giggled again.

“Just check.”

Shaking his head he decided to humor her and slipped his hand into his inside pocket, his fingers came across a cylindrical object with rough edges. He pulled it out. His pen.

“How…how did you do that?” he asked.

“I didn’t, you did.”

“What?”

“You did, just like you always do when you think about your pen…there it is…” she left it hanging as she turned and walked away with a smile. She knew. Had he always been so careless? How long had she known? Did it matter? Had she told anyone else? Would they believe her anyway?

His phone vibrated and he absently pulled it out.

Lillie: Abacadabra