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You guys! my dad gifted me this wood puzzle book nook for my birthday and...
Now i just finished it and it reminds me so much of Jumin, the white cat? It's Elizabeth the 3rd!?
The glasses of wine? The whiskey glass you can't see because it's kind of hidden in the shelf, the desk? Everything! I swear to god in another time/universe, this would have been his office/hobby room.
@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.
How to start a good morning:
1. Think about Jumin
2. Scroll through the tag
3. Miss Jumin so much that you actually want to play the game
4. Have a good cry in the shower because you miss playing mystic messenger but you don't have the time to play it.
5. DiD yOu HaVe BrEaKfAsT?
@juminweek2019 Philautia // Self-Love
“Now listen to me Jumin, you cannot fall in love until you don’t love yourself.”
He didn’t understand these words his father told him when he was still young. His small gray eyes blinking up to the man who just got dumped by another gold digger. A man so smart and realistic, yet so fooled and blinded by love.
Years later when he first met Rika, then he understood. because she told him too. But how was he supposed to love himself? Nobody ever taught him, nobody showed him what to do. Sure he was content with his life, he achieved all he could wish for. He graduated from high school, went to a renowned university, he became the heir of C&R and had enough money to get by. However, sometimes he felt like he lost his soul along the way - except when he met with Jihyun or Rika. For some reason they knew him better than Jumin knows himself.
He swayed the glass of red wine around, his eyes locked on the liquid. Then he sighed, both of them were long gone. Lost in his thoughts Jumin didn’t hear his phone ringing at first.
He picked it up eventually, even though the young man wasn’t in the mood to talk. But it was Mc and he grew quite fond of her, even though he was not ready to admit it.
“Hello?”
“Jumin, hi, I was wondering if I could come over? Oh, ehm, it’s me, Mc. I need someone I can talk to.”
The young heir sighed. He was tired, exhausted and just wanted to rest. But
“pretty please???” she begged through the phone.
“Well I was just about to go to bed, but it does sound rather urgent, are you okay?”
“I’ll tell you when I get there. See you.” and with that she hung up.
A few minutes later she stood in front of him, he helped her out of her jacket before she kneeled down to greet Elizabeth the 3rd, crawling his cat right at he favorite spot. Jumin smiled while watching them, enjoying the view
Soon after they sat down on his couch, he watched her fiddling with the cuffs of her oversized sweater. He could tell she was nervous.
“So to what do I owe you your visit?” he arched a brow taking a sip from his tea.
“Well, I, uh, actually I need to tell you something.” she murmured. He nodded, waiting for her to continue.
“Jumin, I think I love you.” He coughed turning to face her again, looking at her blushed face, he would never forget this sight, she looked so soft and warm.
But as much as he had yearned to hear those three words from her, he was skeptical. How was he supposed to love her when he didn’t even love himself?
“I’m sorry Mc, I don’t know what to say.” He rubbed his temples and rested his elbows on his legs.
“Did I say something wrong? Does that mean you don’t like me?”
She watched his dark locks shake from left to right.
“No, not at all. I really like you Mc. I just don’t understand what you see in me.”
The young woman crawled over to him, her small hand cupping his cheek. He placed his hand on top of hers.
“You see, my father once told me that I can only fall in love if I love myself. But you know what? I hate it. I hate myself, that cold, heartless monster I became over the years. Emotionless, and tangled up in my thoughts which strings pull closer with each step I take every once and a while. Mc, I just, I don’t want you to fall in love with me. I’m scared to put such a heavy burden on your shoulders.”
“Bullshit.” She cursed and stroked his cheek with her thumb.
“You’re far more than that. You’re not perfect but truth be told nobody is - look at me. Jumin, you’re one of the most caring people I’ve ever met. You're smart, kind, funny, and pretty cute sometimes, especially when you behave like an old, grumpy man. I don’t mind if you’re a little gloomy on some days or that you become the Joker on another day. Because that’s who you are. The way I see it, your father was a complete idiot to tell you something like this. Love grows under any condition.” A soft smile appeared on the heirs face and he blinked slowly. Without any haste he moved his other hand up and put it on her neck, softly inching her face towards his.
“Thank you Mc, that’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. And I can only say these words right back at you. I love you, too” He gazed into her blue eyes. Then to her lips, and back to her eyes, searching for her approval to finally close the painful distance. She nodded softly. And just before his lips touched hers, she whispered: “Wait. I behave like an old grumpy man?”
Juminweek 2022 day 2: affectionate love// Philia
~If you like Pina Colada~
Is it possible to fall in love in one evening? That was the question that haunted Jumins mind, his onyx gaze was glued onto you. Did you put a spell on him or was it the intoxicating alcohol from the cocktails he emptied too quickly?
Either way, his heart was beating faster than usual, and he started to feel his blood flushing his cheeks and the tip of his ears every time you smiled at him. If only he knew that you felt the same way about him, how much you enjoyed listening to his deep voice rambling about the latest business plans, and his immense knowledge about…- well almost everything. It blew your mind. All the more you were surprised how well you two understood each other, so well that you almost felt like you knew him for all of your life. He made you feel warm and welcome.
For the third time this evening you wanted to prepare another drink for the two of you. Since Jumin just told you he never drank a pina colada before you wanted this to be his first- something special.
With a soft chuckle he stood up and followed you into the kitchen, where you just tried to make yourself another cocktail. It probably wasn’t a good idea to let you drink that, a real gentleman wouldn’t do that (at least according to Zen). But there he was, watching you trying to put the ingredients into the cocktail shaker.
“Now I just have to put the pineapple juice in there and it’s ready~” you chirped, dancing around a little bit and with all the confidence you had you grabbed the shaker. Before Jumin could even open his mouth to warn you about it, you started shaking the world out of the shaker, within just a few seconds the lid fell off and you spilled the freshly made pina colada onto your little black dress.
“Oh shoot. I’m so sorry Jumin, I’ll clean it up right away!” You stumbled over the words, while you were looking for a cloth to soak up the liquid on the floor.
“Don’t worry about it, You've got to save your dress first. Go. I'll give you a hand in a second okay?” He gently pushed your back, to show you to the bathroom, and turned around to clean up the mess you made.
..........................
“Am I really this drunk?” You mumbled while you soaked your dress with water. The stains weren’t as bad but the dress literally stuck to your body in the most uncomfortable way.
You sat down on the toilet, trying to come up with a plan. You felt so dumb, sticky and drunk and for some reason you started crying. What a nightmare. You wanted to vanish from the face of earth, this wasn’t what you wished for tonight.
........................ After a while you heard a soft knock on the door. “Mc?” “Yeah?” “It’s me, Jumin. Are you okay?” You knew he didn’t really know what to say. “hmhm” you sobbed. “May I come in? You don’t really sound well” The voice on the other side sounded concerned. After a small stretch to your back you walked over to the door to open it, quickly wiping away the rest of the drunken tears that came out of nowhere. “Thank you.'' he whispered, reaching out his hand to put it onto your shoulder. “I should have warned you about it.” You sobbed again. “it’s not your fault Jumin. I’m just drunk, and sticky. and I smell like pina colada. I’m sorry but I just…” “It smells good though, hopefully we can share a drink the next time we meet. I’m really looking forward to it.” With a large step he walked past you into the bathroom to give you a set of towels, kneeling down in front of the drawer. Then he heard you sobbing again and Jumin looked at you over his shoulder. “My dear, why are you crying?” “Because I wanted this evening to be something special for you, but now I just ruined everything. I’m so sorry, I thought that it would all go well and now look at me, I’m a mess and my dress is sticky and you are.. You are just you, you’re perfect. Why did I think that this would work out? The perfect husband material and then next to him - me - a walking disaster.”
................. The young man blinked twice before standing up to hand you the towels. He paused when your hands brushed against each other. Then he started to smile. With a quick move he pulled you into a soft embrace, his hands hugged your soft face, before pulling you into a kiss. The feeling of his lips, warm and soft against yours, made your toes curl. There was no sticky dress to think about, no ruined evening, it was just the two of you, enjoying the moment. Neither of you wanted to back away from each other. Your hands duck deeper into his dark locks, and he moaned softly, it almost reminded you of a purring cat.
After releasing you from the kiss you gasped for air, neither of you wanted to say anything, you were both still lost in the moment.
Until Jumin couldn’t hold back his smile anymore. “Husband material? Do you really think of me like that?” He arched one of his brows, looking at your reaction.
“I.. I actually do. I really like you Jumin. That’s why I wanted to see you in the first place, I wanted this night to be special for you.”
“Oh it is very special to me,”he whispered, while brushing his fingertips softly over your lips again, “in fact I will never forget about it. It was the night I kissed my walking disaster - the love of my life.”
JUMIN WEEK 2022: DAY 1
EROS @juminweek2019
"Happy Birthday Jumin!!!" You quickly hugged your boyfriend. His eyes following the envelope in your hand after you backed away deom the hug and to tease him you shook it right in front of his face. He blinked and tried to catch it from you.
"You're teasing me, on my birthday? Shame on you Mc. Where are your manners?" You turned on your heels, and tried to run away from him in a playful manner. But the young man caught you right away. His arms embraced you from behind and he nuzzled his nose into the crew of your neck to tickle you, grinning into your soft skin.
The smirk still lingered on Jumin's face after he finally get a grasp on said envelope. Jumin frowned when he pulled out another envelope. This one hiding two tickets for a flight.
"Mc, what is that?" He rubbed the back of his neck.
"well... I was thinking that since it's been such a stressful time for you, my dear, now old, boyfriend..."
"pfff i'm not that old" he scoffed.
"I was talking?" You laughed and softly bumped ypur shoulder into his "well i've been thinking we could both need some time off, so i booked us a flight."
"Where to?"
"Thats's a surprise for you my dear!"
"Oh come on, you know I hate surprises. I can't prepare anything for a surprise." He frowned.
"I know and i can assure you that everything is already prepared for us when we arrive, my dear. I'm going to tell you a few days before we head off, okay?"
"Is there any chance that i can convince you to talk?" His voice became raspy all of a sudden, completely changing the tension between you two. You didn't dare to breathe because his face was only a few inches away from yours yet he still pulled you closer, with his hands resting on the small of your back now
"Try me my love." You whispered and placed a kiss at the corner of his soft lips.
"I will make you scream."
✨
FOR THE HAN!
You miss Jumin. You just wanna be held by him right now. You need his broad shoulders to lean on, his deep, sooothing voice to calm me down. His long, elegant fingers that would wipe your tears away. Maybe he would listen to you, staying quiet most of the time, and i ln a moment it's just him stroking your back and leaving a peck on your forehead every now and then.
The taste of whisky reminds me of a certain young man. Black hair, onyx eyes, tall, you know who i'm talking about.
It's bitter at first, but when you actually let it run around in your mouth and get to know it, you can taste everything the liquor contains. When you swallow it, the alcohol leaves a burning taste, but afterwards you feel the warmth of it spreading in your body, your mind may get clouded, but your sense of taste gets better. A little vanilla here, a small amount of citrus there, strong spices and the faded taste of the wooden barrel in which it was stored in the aftertaste.
It all comes together and floods your mind just like he did when you met him for the first time. He was bitter and cold at first, but once you got a "taste" of all the other sides you never thought you'd see in him, you loved him more and more, missing the warmth of his character when he was not around.
Every sip you took you discovered a new spice, the funny one, the broken one, the passionate and the focused... Sometimes softer, but sometimes still bitter.
Bittersweet.
Just like Jumin Han.
