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[unscramblerer]

Todays Word Of The Day is: Reprove

Reprove originates from the Latin reprobare(to disapprove). The word combines re-(again) and probare(to test). Usage in English began during the 14th century.

[askvectorprime]

Dear Vector Prime, are there any notable Junkions who turned into trash compactors?

Dear Curious Crusher,

In one universe, Rum-Maj, Refuse Regent of Junkion, proposed that the Junkions undergo the Micromaster process as energon became scarce. To this end, she employed the aid of the Junkion Titan, Compressor, whose alt-mode was a mobile impound lot / trash compactor. His Cityspeaker was Upbraid, who had a forklift alt-mode; her strict demeanor was essential in gathering several Junkions to downsize.

Unfortunately, no one on Junkion quite understood the Micromaster process very well. A few test subjects lined up in front of Compressor. In went several Junkions and out came several tiny cubes, still living but slightly uncomfortable. Still, Rum-Maj regarded this as a partial success, later following up with other energy-saving initiatives such as "Don't Use Your Arms Day" or "Stick A Solar Panel On Your Back Day".

[jumintales]

UPBRAID (Jumin Han) 5

PART1

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PART3

PART4

It felt like your heart was melting and your world was falling. The words his mouth uttered ached your chest. Your skin still felt cold.

There you were, curled up in the corner of your flat, you were sat next to the window, staring at the city lights. The rain had stopped. You looked over buildings that you felt were going to start crumbling before your eyes.

He didn’t look back.

He left. And there's nothing you can do about it. 

Meanwhile, Zen had heard of the news and came running to your apartment. He was stopped at the lobby by Shane. "She's balling her eyes out, now isn't a good time." Shane informs Zen, followed by Zen thanking him and leaving. 

 He rushed to his motorcycle, put his helmet on and rode as quickly as he could to Jumin's penthouse. He parked his motorbike infront of the building and ran to the elevator, quickly pressing the floor of Jumin's place. He made his way to the door, hair soaked, jacket dripping, wet shoe marks on the carpet, he knocked. Zen's heavy hands, slammed, knocking on the door. 

"Zen? Are you okay?" A female voice echoed in his head. "Are you feeling ill?" The voice, it wasn't calming, it felt like a lie. He turns his head a little to find a female figure standing behind him. "Babe? What's wrong?" He felt a strong tug on his heartstrings. He looks to his side to find a blonde female, slim, big breasts, big butt, pretty face. Zen looks away.

"Zen! Are you ready?" He looks to his other side to find two girls wearing his polos. Really pretty. Models, if I'm not mistaken. An abundance of girls comes and surround Zen, he could feel hands gripping on to his back and arms, he could feel hands tugging on his hair, he felt like everything had broken. 

He turns and looks straight ahead, seeing a clear path, he sees you. You and your perfect body, you and your amazing smile, he thought to himself, you the most beautiful person he has ever met. He locks eyes with you, he cracks a relieving smile. 

Your stare turns dark and unwelcoming. "Let's play a game?" You ask. "Sure" He says, willingly. 

You slide a deck of cards towards him, "Game is simple, higher card wins, 2 is more than 1, King more than Queen, Queen more than Jack, Jack more than 10, 1 more than King. Get it? Play." You say quick and start dropping cards. One after the other, yours was always higher. 

The cards disappear. And your back to facing Zen. 

He takes a step towards you, and you take a step away. 

He looks at you with confusion. His puzzled, tired eyes, start tearing up. "MC?" 

He yells, taking another step towards you, you taking one away from him. 

"Why can't I get to you?" He says, silently, under his breath. 

 You turn the opposite direction, taking one glance at him. Then you start running away from him, as he tries to catch up chasing you. 

"Even here, I can't catch you, can I?" He shouts to you. "In this dream world, where I know, it's not real. I can win you over?" He wipes his eyes with his sweater. 

You stare. "Would you let me at least try?" He asks, holding his hand out for you. You extend your arm, slowly making its way forward. 

Footsteps echoed in the darkness, it grew louder and louder until Zen was about to touch your hand. 

The suit, the tie, the scent of cat, the thin hair, the jet black hair, the one, the only. 

Your hand was greeted by Jumin. Jumin Fucking Han, his gut told him.

Zen drops on his knees. He watched as you and Jumin walked away. The tears rolled down his face, and onto the floor. 

Each time a tear dropped on the floor, it made a loud drip sound that echoed throughout the dark unending field of his mind. 

Back in the apartment, your heart on the floor, your head in the clouds, you walk up to your bed and drop yourself. You couldn’t think straight. You just lost the man you loved the most. You phone was vibrating with notifications, all about the articles spreading around. 

You still love him. 

The door opens, Zen is greeted by Jumin’s face. Surprised, Zen clams down. Jumin’s head was facing the floor, his clothes absolutely soaked, his hair looking like he just got out of the shower. His apartment didn’t lighten up the mood either, it felt empty. The lights were all turned off, the sound of the rain was as loud as Yoosung playing LOLOL, the whole aura and feel was just depressing.

Jumin slowly lifts his head up and looks at Zen, he makes a tired, broken smile, and tells Zen, “I didn’t want this to happen.” His voice broken and sounds as if he’s about to cry. “I thought I could win her heart back.” He continues, wiping the tears that he bares off. “I wanted to say sorry, Zen.” He starts crying a river. Zen stood there, not knowing what to do, what to feel. “I wanted to tell her everything I wanted. But now, I can’t. N-now, it’s over and I can’t do anyth-thing to fix it. I broke her.” He sniffs. “You don’t have to beat me up anymore. I can do that myself.” He makes another fake smile, looking at Zen straight in his eyes. His eyes were puffy and red and you could see the tiredness running in his soul.

Jumin closes the door. 

Zen walks to the exit.

You lay in bed. 

Morning came and you get up, realizing you barely slept. Your heart ached. You felt like you had a hangover. You bring yourself to the bathroom to wash up. While washing your face, you hear a knock on the door. You take your towel, walking to the while you wipe your face. 

“Good morning.” Zen greets, taking a look at you, he quickly turns to face the other way, face red.

“Morning. What’s wrong?” You ask. 

“MC, you’re in nothing but a bra and shorts.” He laughs.

“Hey! I am wearing underwear too.” You answer back. 

“Can you just put a shirt on or something?” He asks. 

“Fine. Come in.” You say, then walk to your room to get a shirt. Walk back out to find Zen sat on the sofa. 

“Listen.” He says, sounding concern. 

[jumintales]

UPBRAID (Jumin Han) 4

HEY. THIS IS A LONG ONE.

chapter 1 here

chapter 2 here

chapter 3 here

You had class tomorrow. 

 Zen brings you back to your apartment and before you could shut the door, "MC, can i get a hug?" He asks. You smile, giving him the biggest hug ever. 

 But then, he pulls away. In his head, he had planned it all, chosen the words, the perfect thing to do, but in the end, nothing. 

With an awkward smile, he sighs, "Just know, I'll always be here for you. No matter what." he says, then heads to the elevator. 

 Zen gives you warm feelings, he's always always ALWAYS there for you. 

You fix your school things for tomorrow, grab your bag, and open your laptop. 

Upon opening the laptop, your phone vibrates. A message.

From Jaehee.

Good morning, MC. I have to request your presence tomorrow afternoon, at the milkshake place at the corner of 6th avenue and emerald street. Please? I hope to see you there.

You reply, sure thing, i’ll meet you at around 4pm :)

Resuming your school work, your journal article homework, writing about absolutely anything. You brainstorm, trying to think of topics. Taking a deep breath, you start typing. The words, ideas, they never ended, you just kept typing. 

It was time for lunch, you take two socks of different patters, slip on your black and white converse chucks, take your wallet, phone and head out.

Before leaving the building, you ask Shane, the receptionist at first floor if you had anything delivered.

“None that I know of, sweetie.” 

“Oh.” You say. Were you expecting anything? “Okay, thanks.” 

“Where you going hon?” He asks.

“Get some lunch.” You say. “Want me to get you anything?”

“You’re going out like that?” He changes the subject. 

You were wearing an over-sized purple shirt, shorts, socks that don’t match, low-cut converse, holding your wallet and phone

“Yep.” You say blankly.

“You do you, I guess.” He sighs. “I’ll have coffee.”

“The usual?” You ask, and he gives you a nod.

You head off to the all-day breakfast place and order a take-out of bacon and eggs, proceeding to go to the coffee & fruit shake place, you order Shane a large caramel macchiato and a pesto-chicken sandwich, and a mango fruit shake for yourself.

On your way back, waiting for the stoplight to go red for you to pass, your head starts to go back. 

“MC!” You heard a familiar voice, turning back, you see a bright yellow umbrella running towards you. “Its pouring, you might get sick. Let me bring you home, please?” You couldn’t help but smile, you felt butterflies in your stomach. He holds your hand and you two walk under a yellow umbrella in the pouring rain, to your apartment. “Thank you.” You tell him, making him smile. “Anything for you.” He replies. “Stay safe going home.” You tell him, as you walk to the building doors. “I will.” He looks back with the big grin on his face. 

“Lady, its a red light, might as well go.” A small girl passes by, snapping you into reality. “Right, sorry.” You apologize and hurry across the street, passing a few blocks and getting to the building. 

You could still remember that smile on his face, you miss it, don’t you?

You make your way inside, give Shane his order and go back to your flat. 

The next day, you pass in your article and everything else that was due that day, go to your second class and end at around 3pm. You change into a nice navy blue dress and white jack purcell sneakers, taking your small brown sling bag, that fits only your phone and a few dollars. 

Walking to the milkshake place, you notice a bunch of people with cameras and microphones crowding the place, you take a looks inside, scanning for Jaehee, and there she is. 

Surprisingly, you made your way inside, walk to the table Jaehee’s at and sit down. 

“Good afternoon.” She smiles. “Is there anything you want to order?” 

“Oh yeah, just a strawberry milkshake.” So you call the waiter, and order. 

You two catch up on work and school, as more people came to the shop.

“Why are there so many people?” You ask.

“There’s a photoshoot.” She answers. “I’m on a day off but Mr. Han asked me to go.”

“Jumin?” Your eyes grow big.

“Yes. He’s being shot right now.” She points at that corner occupied by a photography team. The lights were bright and your eyes searched for Jumin.

There he was.

“Mr. Han asked me to bring you here actually.” She blurts out.

“Me? Why?” You ask.

“I’m not entirely sure. He told me to contact you and bring you here.” 

You had a perfect view of him. He made alot of outfit changes. He first wore a polo, jeans, sweater and dress shoes, then he changed into a white shirt, a unbuttoned polo over it, blue jeans and shoes. He looked like an actual model.

“Its for Mr. Chairman’s friend’s clothing line. All their shops have a diner interior and vibe, so they decided to shoot here. Even if the history of the clothing line has no connection to diners or the 1940s. Strange.” She explains. “He’s not the only model today, but so far, all the shots taken are all him.” 

“I wonder why.” 

Jumin comes out of the bathroom wearing a different outfit, and same after a few minutes, another outfit after the other. He changes into another outfit, but a girl wearing a pretty black dress, a white coat and heels. She was gorgeous. Jumin sat on the stool by the counter and she sat infront of him, on the counter table. They looked like a couple. 

You don’t know why, but for some reason, it made your chest heavy.

They changed into a bunch of outfits and took so many shots together. They took a shot where he posed standing straight, while she was clinging on to him, her hands were travelling his body and her face was close to his. And Jumin looked at you, his eyes locked with yours find a place to have dinner?” Jaehee, being an amazing friend, took your hand and lead me out to the street. You two had dinner at a nearby cafe. On your way back, you were walking with Jaehee, you pass by a theater. 

And the most cliche thing ever, Zen comes out. He looks around and sees you and Jaehee. He stops, your eyes travel to his, which were locked on you. It felt softer and welcoming, different from Jumin’s. “Hey.” He smiles.

You all head in the same direction, since you all lived in that direction, until you reached this street, where Jaehee and Zen were to go straight, when your apartment was a few blocks away, going left. You hug both of them goodbye, and you continue walking.

The wind felt cold, and the skies filled with clouds. You knew you had to hurry up, but your feet were killing you. 

“MC!” Someone calls out. You look behind you to check. Your heart dropped. You turn to face him. And he walks towards you. 

“Hey.” His raspy voice greets.

“Hey.” You reply.

“How are you?” He asks.

“Good. You?” You answer.

“Terrible.” He smiles. You stay silent. He looks at you. “I’m sorry.” He says. Your heart felt heavy, you look down. “MC, say something please.” His voice sounds broken. But your heart felt broken.

“Jumin.” Your eyes start watering up. “Why are you like this? You make me feel like you love me and then you break me like I’m your toy. I don’t know why you’re still coming after me. You have a thousand girls waiting for you.” Your eyes stream tears down your face, and the rain starts pouring. “I'm trying my best. Why do you always hurt me? W-why do you always do that? I do love you Jumin, more than the world, but I’ve spent so much time crying myself to sleep, hoping you’ll love me again, and when you do, you break my again. What did I ever do, Jumin?”

His eyes grew big and his face looked shocked. “MC,”

“And now I’m here, with you, standing in the rain. Where’s your yellow umbrella now? Where’s the Jumin that told me he’ll never leave me? Where’s the Jumin that held my hand? Where’s the Jumin that I wasn’t afraid to love?” Your dress was wet, your shoes were soaked, you face was stained with rain and your tears. You wipe your eyes and look at Jumin. You’ve never seen that face he was making. He looked like he didn’t know what he was going to do. 

He looked at you, and his eyes looked tired, different. You sigh and lick your lips before speaking, “Maybe we should just stop. Let’s break this for good.” Your eyes continue pour, so does the rain. 

“If that’s what you want.” He sighs, turns around and walks away.

You couldn’t help but drop on the floor. That was it. 

You walk back home, in the rain. And when you get to the apartment, Shane calls your attention.

“Have you seen this?” He shows you an article on the internet,

“JUMIN HAN AND GIRLFRIEND, MC BREAK IT OFF.”

The article was filled with lies, and harsh comments about you. It was as if they were scolding you, they were criticizing everything about you, upbraid.

[jumintales]

UPBRAID (Jumin Han Fic) 1

Jumin Han + Reader (MC)

part two here !!

Upbraid (v.) : to speak in an angry or critical way to (someone who has done something wrong)

“Hey? Are you okay?” You ask Jumin as he opens the door the let you in. 

You enter the penthouse, shut the door and Jumin disappears to the kitchen. You follow him to the kitchen, to find him facing away from you.  “Jumin? What’s up?” You ask, confused. 

He gives you the silent treatment. 

‘What the fuck’ you thought to yourself. He called you up at 1 am asking you to come over. “Hello? Sir calls me up at 1 in the morning?” You say, pretty annoyed. “Not now, MC.” He says aggressively. “Okay. What is up with you? You’ve been ignoring me for the past few days, giving me nothing but attitude and hell, you won’t fucking tell me why?” You spaz out. He turns to you, giving you that look he gives people he’s about to fire. 

With all the heat in the room, you storm into his bedroom, grabbing all your things; your favorite pair if sneakers, your bag of clothes you left there, your school books and laptop.

As your fixing all your stuff, there he was watching you. “What do you want?” You ask, your tone flying off the meter. “Where are you going?” He asks. “Why does it matter to you?” You answer back, exiting the room, rushing to the front door of the penthouse.

You take one last look at him, he stares into your eyes, then looks away, emotionless. You carefully close the door and walk down the hall.

You turn back, staring at the door. Maybe he’ll chase after you. 

Maybe. Just wait. 

He’ll hug you tight. 

 Your heart drops on the floor. You press the button that takes you to the ground floor on the elevator and wait. 

You leave the building with heavy feet and tight chest. You wish the words could echo in your head, words that would want you to go back. 

But he didn't say anything. 

The room was silent, but the tension in that room was like music piercings your eardrums. You drag yourself to your apartment, put all your stuff down, and throw yourself into bed. Were you sad? Mad? No. Confused. What did you do wrong? 

Around four days later, Jaehee arrives at your apartment. 8:27 pm “Jaehee! I’m so glad to see you.” You hug her and let her inside. “Me as well to you.” She gives her stiff, genuine smile. “Tea? Coffee?” You offer. “Coffee.” She answers. You sit down and hand her a cup of coffee. “How’s school been?” She asks. “Okay. My grades are going up, which is good.” “I heard about what happened.” She breaks in. “Mr. Han is actually asking for your set of keys to the penthouse back.” 

You couldn’t believe it. Jaehee snaps you back into reality and explains how she doesn’t want to have to ask you for it and how she doesn’t like that this is happening. “It’s okay. Thank for talking to me.” You smile at her and hand her the keys you had to his place.

“There’s a wedding for one of Mr. Chairman’s employees and he requested you go with Mr. Han.” She informs you.

“Send me a text if you’re attending, I’ll send you a ride to the venue.” She says. “Thanks for everything, Jaehee.” You hug her as she was about to leave. “Call me.” She says, leaving.

Now. 

Wedding? 

Are you going? 

You ring Zen, and he answers. (It had to be Zen)

“Hey Zen.” 

“MC? What’s up?” He asks 

“There’s an event I have to go to with Jumin.” 

“Let me guess, you have to go with him, but you two arent in good terms right now?” 

 “Yeah. He hasn’t contacted me in 4 days.” 

“Woah. Doesn’t sound like Jumin. Especially towards you.” You couldn’t say anything, your eyes start to water. 

You sniffle, and Zen on the phone, heard it. 

“Hey, it’s pretty late. Do you wanna talk about this over a cup of hot chocolate?” 

“Sure.” You get a cab to his place, and you two spend the night on the roof. 

“So, what happened?” He asks. You begin to pour out your heart. 

“Do you want me to go to the event with you? You know, as your best friend backup.” He laughs. 

“Sure.” You smile. 

 “Finally!” You give him a confused look. 

 “I’ve been waiting for that smile.” He smiles.

 At around 2 am, he brings you back home to your apartment.

 “Call me when you need anything. I’ll be here at 6 in the morning. Alright?” He brings you in for a tight hug. 

AAAAHHHH is it okay????? feed back pls !! part 2 will be up soon :> all the love

p.s it might take awhile, I hurt my hand really bad and it’s super hassle :P

[jumintales]

UPBRAID (Jumin Han Fic) 2

part one here !!

It was tomorrow.

And there’s a color scheme you had to follow and everything. Females had to wear white/cream and guys had to wear black/gray.

“Zen. You’re still going right?” You ask him sat on the sofa in your apartment. “Mhm.” He answers. “Do you have any black or gray for the wedding?” 

“I think so.” He says, looking unsure. 

“I might have one that can fit you.” You bought a nice suit for Jumin once, you saved up for it and everything. You thought that it would be a special suit for him, since you had a few adjustments made. You were supposed to give to him, with that letter you spent hours writing, trying to figure out the words to use. 

You hand Zen the suit, and as he tries it on, there you sat, mind in space.

What was that letter about? Did you ever take it out of the suit? Why didn’t you give him the suit?

“MC?” You hear Zen call out your name. “Are you okay?” He asks. You nod your head and ask why. “Is it okay if I wear this to the wedding? It fits fine.” He lets go of the thought he just had. “Yeah, sure.” You snap yourself back into reality. 

After lunch, Zen makes a call outside the balcony. “Who’d you phone?” You ask, casually scrolling through Tumblr. “Jaehee. Had to ask her about something.” 

“Cool.” You say, still scrolling

“What happened on the fifth of March?” He all of a sudden brings up

You failed your most important exam, the place you were part-timing at shut down and you had just gotten into a fight with Jumin. That was the worst, you were at the bottom of everything at that time. The letter that was in the suit, Zen had found, was messy hand writing and dried tear stains.

You start to tear up. Drop after drop, your chest just ached more remembering.

You explain everything you had to, and you could see in Zen’s expression that the blood inside him was at its boiling point. He helped you calm down as you helped him.

The day of the wedding, sunset afternoon, giant open grass area, peaceful river bank nearby. You had fixed your makeup, worn that pretty cream dress and your ankle strap heels.

Eventually, you find Jaehee. And you two sit next to her for the ceremony.

“I’m glad you came, MC.” Jaehee whispers to you as the bride and groom exchange vows. “I hope Jumin isn’t mad that I came.” You whisper back.

Jaehee all  of a sudden spaced out, maybe she realized something or whatever?

“Mr. Han.” She says under her breath. “He arrived late.” She says. “I have absolutely no idea of his whereabouts.”

great

You turn to talk to Zen on your left, but he disappeared. He was missing. As well as Jumin Han. You report to Jaehee, and the both of you split up to look for them.

You, searching, but looking at nothing but the ground, jump into a black suit. The black suit had that lingering scent you found familiar. You look up to find the same black hair on the same head that fell asleep on your lap while you pulled all nighters, trying to study.

“MC?” The voice echoed at the back of your head. You met once again with the piercing pair of grey eyes.

And the best thing you could think of doing?

Running away. Which you did. You managed to make your way out of that crowd, away from the tall man. You find an empty table, and sit down. Your feet were killing you. You should’ve worn the flats, the ones Zen told you to wear wile you were at the apartment. Fuck.

“MC, are you alright?” Zen comes up to you out of nowhere, scaring the shit out of you. You nod. “Do your feet hurt already?” He asks. You nod, making him giggle. He hands you the flats you had at home. You look at him confused. “I knew you were going to get tired and want to go bare foot eventually. But I can’t let a princess go around barefoot, right?” He smiles, then helps you remove your heels, slipping on the flats after. He hands you the heels, and asks you to keep hold of them first, leaving to go to some dude who called him.

god why is zen such a cutie help

You drag yourself to the bathroom, miraculously. And like a stupid head, you forget to lock the door. It was a shared bathroom for everyone, so anyone who was anyone could come in. Doesn't matter, you were just going to wash your hands anyway. You could hear Zen’s voice asking around for Jumin. Uh-oh.

Then the door opens.

Mister Jumin fucking Han

You freak out. “I was just leaving, you can use the bathroom.” You say, making your way to the door. About 1 step away form the outside freedomness,  Jumin gets a hold of your arm, pulls you back in, and locks the door.

“You come to the event, and out of all the people you could have brought, ZEN?” His tone goes out the roof. “Jesus christ, MC! You could have brought someone else!” He basically scolds you. He looks at you, developing a devilish smirk.

“Maybe you need to be taught a lesson, kitten.” His body moving fast, in the blink of an eye, your back against the wall. You were pinned to the wall with his strong hands, was this good or bad?

He smashed his lips against yours and continued that session for awhile. He whispers for you to wrap your legs around his waist, which for some reason, you so willingly did.

“Your dress.” He says, trying not to break up that ongoing kiss. “It looks so fucking great on you.” He sighs, in a good way.

“I can’t believe you made me wait.” He said under a breath. This fucking short dress.” He kept going. “And the straps.” He peeps a smile. “I wasn’t even the first to see you wear it. How dare you.” He says, smiling devilishly again, breaking the kiss. “I guess I’ll have to be the first one to see you take the dress off, hun.”

He looks at you, knowing you wanted that kiss. He once again pushes his lips against yours, pulling away again, teasing you. Eventually, he presses his aggressive lips against yours, once again pinning you to the wall. You could feel the smirk. His hands travel fast to various destinations of your body.

Where was this going?

FIND OUT NEXT TIME HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE is it ok to write smut lol I haven't posted any nsfw online so idk :> feedback !!! I know its bad :-( meh

ALSO SOMETHING HAPPENS SOON WITH ZEN AND JUMIN SOOOOOO

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