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MYSME FICTOBER DAY 10/JUMIN WEEK DAY 6

@mysme-fictober & @juminweek2019

Michael's Edition

“That’s morbid.” Jumin said as he watched his wife step away from the headstone she’d just set on their front yard. It read ‘Jumin Han, beloved husband and father’ with a death date of the current year, beneath that it read ‘Lillie Han, beloved wife and mother’, with the same death date. “At least we died together apparently.”

“We did, in a car accident, quite tragic really.” Lillie quipped.

“And, how many children did we leave behind?”

“Five.”

“Five? Goodness, we’ve been busy.” He laughed. Lillie hugged him close, placing her hand between his shoulder blades. She could feel him shiver beneath her touch. The man was jelly in her hands.

“We have!”

“Who’s going to take care of them now?” he asked, the feel of her against his body sending a thrill through him as always.

“Hmm, maybe Yoosung?” she said.

“Yoosung? He can’t even take care of himself. He’d let them run all over him. I think not.” He laughed.

“Oh, don’t be silly, Yoosung would love them unconditionally, besides, he has Saeran to help.”

Jumin arched an eyebrow. “Well, I suppose our friends would step up wouldn’t they?”

“Yes, now, want to help me with Elizabeth 3rd’s gravestone too?”

“What?” he said, “She’s gone too?”

“Yes, she was in the car with us, we were taking her to the vet because she was sick. Thankfully driver Kim wasn’t driving, now that would be tragic.” She laughed.

“Ha ha, come back here. I think I need some intimacy after all of this tragedy.” He pulled her towards him cupping her face gently and kissed her. “I just need to feel you close my love.”

“I love you.” She said, gazing into his eyes. “Why don’t we go inside and maybe we can get started on those five kids.” She teased.

Jumin smirked as he scooped her up in his arms and headed into the house. “Let’s!”

you fill the space - day six

@juminweek2019

jumin x mc

rating: T

prompt: physical touch

warnings: spoilers for day 9 of Jumin's route♡

word count: 2,098

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null hypothesis

jumin week day 6, physical touch

@juminweek2019

jumin x reader, 1250 words

Jumin would have not have so much as considered before meeting you that he could even potentially be touch deprived. The idea of craving touch simply didn’t make sense, anyway — too much of the touch he had experienced before was uncomfortable and unwanted. A grip like a vice around his wrist to drag him to a basement. Women trying to make advances on him since he was too young to even grasp it properly. Drunk business partners’ arms haphazardly thrown over his shoulders at corporate parties, as if they’re friends.

It practically goes without saying that when a man of almost thirty has never even been hugged properly he tends to miss the mark on physical touch altogether. And it didn’t bother Jumin, not being touched. He didn’t want to touch others just as much as he’d rather they didn’t touch him; he felt no need to instigate it outside of situations where good manners called for it. Frankly, he couldn’t even begin to enlighten someone on how to initiate human contact in a way that doesn’t feel awkward or misplaced, nor did he care to find out.

But like with every other aspect of his meticulously planned daily life, you completely threw a spanner in the works. Before he knew it you were holding his heart in your clutches — simultaneously so ruthless and so gentle. Like a glass so full that the surface tension is at risk of breaking, one tiny movement held the ability to send him spiralling (in the best way, he’d tell you).

Words of Affirmation

✦ Written for Jumin Week 2023

✦ Jumin x Reader

✦ Words: 545

There is a comfortable silence in the car on the ride back home after tonight’s RFA charity party. It's already late, the streets are dark, and the car feels like a world of its own. Your hand is in Jumin's, resting on the middle seat. His eyes are on you, that much you can feel, though you're taking your time to meet his gaze. There's an intensity there, the product of the post-party buzz and the wine that had been passed around. You can't imagine what he's thinking about, but you don’t expect you’ll have to wait long to find out. He is always talkative after events, especially if they went well.  

You haven't spoken since greeting Driver Kim. You’re still processing the events of the night. All the guests you greeted, so many new people you had been talking to for months through emails. The hall, glittering and magical, the music filling the room and boosting everyone’s energy. The high donation numbers, the pride in Jaehee’s voice as she thanked everyone for their generous support. Jumin leading you in a dance around the dance floor, elegant and practiced in his movements. All your friends, together in one place, in a good mood and enjoying each other’s company.

You watch the city slip past your window for a little while, before turning your attention to Jumin. You know how much he enjoys the RFA party days. He has been kept busy with planning for weeks leading up to the event, so you know he must be pleased that it all worked out so well.

“It went well tonight, didn’t it?” You ask.

“It did. I’m very pleased with how it all turned out,” he replies, and you can hear the smile in his voice. “You were stunning tonight, darling. You really outdid yourself.” You can't make out his expression properly, but the passing lights outside make his dark eyes glimmer. There is deep affection in is voice.

“I couldn't have done it without you all there to help me,” you reply. “You worked so hard to help our visions come to life. Not to mention all the guests who were invited at your recommendation.”

“And yet, in that hall, you were all everyone could look at and talk about. It was an honor just to be by your side.”

You feel the heat rush to your face. If he senses you getting flustered, he doesn’t let on, he still has more to say.

“You have no idea how proud you make me. To think that you came to us by chance just a few years ago and you're now guiding us to new heights,” he muses.

Jumin has never hidden his feelings for you, but he has also never been one to believe in empty praise. You know he means every word, and that only makes your heart swell more.

You lean over to him to kiss his cheek.

“It sounds like the party has made you sentimental, love.”

He chuckles, “maybe it has, but I mean every word I’m saying. The RFA is lucky to have you and I am luckier still.”

“That makes me the luckiest of us all, doesn’t it?” You reply.

And after a night like tonight, you really believe it.

MYSME FICTOBER DAY 9/JUMIN WEEK DAY 4

@mysme-fictober & @juminweek2019

Michael's Edition

“Where do you think you’re going?” Lillie asked.

“Ah, you caught me.” Jumin sighed.

“Trying to slink off are you?” she took his arm gently with a slight smile.

“You know these things make me uncomfortable. Do we really have to show up?” he asked.

“I think there will be many disappointed people if you don’t show up.”

“Do I care about these people? A bunch of rich elites with nothing better to spend their money on.”

“It isn’t about them my love, it’s about the people who benefit from that money. Remember, you made sure 90% of the donations were to be used to fund all the social programs and not to fund the bureaucrats. And like it or not, you are the face of the organization. This dinner is more than just a celebration of you.”

“I know, I just…”

“Would rather spend your birthday at home?” she finished.

“Absolutely, just us, drinking wine and maybe taking a bath.” He sighed as he pulled her close.

“That sounds heavenly! And after the party we can absolutely do that. I promise I will make it worth your while.”

“You drive a hard bargain.”

“You are such an incredible man. Why don’t others see who you really are?”

“And what am I exactly?” he teased.

“A man who cares more for others than himself. Who does so much and expect nothing in return. Has the weight of the world on his shoulders. Would do everything within his power to help a friend even to the detriment of himself. And always, always expect to recognition or thanks.”

Jumin stepped away, his face blushing, as if he was trying to hide from her glowing accolades.

“You try to hide, but I know you my love. I know you don’t like accolades, abhor recognition for things that you feel have no need for recognition. But sometimes you need to allow others to shower you with love and appreciation.”

“This is a ridiculous award.” He said.

“Don’t think that way. Those you help have given it to you. They are merely showing you their appreciation. And they deserve to see you receive the commendation. I know the elite are an annoyance and merely give you pretty words because of your statis, but don’t forget those who genuinely see you as someone worthy of such praise.”

“You are correct. As always, what would I do without you? My sweet angel.” He kissed her affectionately.

“Then let’s get ready and head out. We will have a wonderful night. I promise!”

“I believe you. I shall endeavor to accept this award with humility and grace.”

“Both of which you have an abundance of.”

With a smile Jumin’s heart lifted, light and easy. The night would be wonderful indeed with his wife at his side. Her words filled him with love and comfort.

right there - day five

@juminweek2019

jumin x mc

rating: T

prompt: words of affirmation

warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption, Jumin is drunk ♡

word count: 2,764

ao3 link

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all that really matters - day four

@juminweek2019

jumin x mc

rating: T

prompt: acts of service

warnings: slightly suggestive phrases/moments

word count: 2,925

ao3 link

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MYSME FICTOBER DAY 8/JUMIN WEEK DAY 4

@mysme-fictober & @juminweek2019

Michael's Edition

Jumin held the phone between his shoulder and cheek, trying not to let it slip.

“Just…I don’t…ahh…” the phone fell to the carpeted floor. He picked it up in frustration, letting go of the fake spiderweb he had been trying to stretch across the bookcase. “This is ridiculous, why did I even think I could do this?”

“Settle down Jumin, you can. Also, what was that muffled sound? What are you doing exactly?” Saeyoung asked through the phone speaker.

“Trying to pull apart this stupid web while still listening to you. I only have two hands you know.” He said.

“Uh, you know you can put the phone on speaker right?” Saeyoung joked.

“Oh, right.” He felt like an idiot. Hitting the speaker button on the phone he set it down on a side table. “OK well, what do I do after I finish with the web?” he asked.

“Change out the bulbs in some of the lamps, you got the purple bulbs right?”

“Yes, I bought everything on the list you sent me.”

“Really? Wow, you really are going all out aren’t you?”

“It’s Lillie’s favorite holiday, so I want to make it special, and I don’t want her to lift a finger this year, I just want her to enjoy it for the entire month.”

“You could have just paid someone to do it, you’re filthy rich after all.” Saeyoung laughed.

“That wouldn’t be the same. I want to do the work and see the look on her face.” He was aware that it likely would look much better if he hired someone to decorate, but, he knew Lillie well enough to know that she would love it all the more because of his effort. Though he hadn’t thought he would be fighting with fake spiderwebs.

“I think I can handle placing the items in an aesthetically pleasing arrangement, however, I might need help again in setting up the fog machine for the cauldron.”

“Sure, I’m here all day! Sounds like you have things well in hand.”

“Indeed, if I require more hands, I’ll simply ask my security team. Thank you again Saeyoung for the support and suggestions.”

“Any time! Make sure you take pic…uh, that Lillie takes pictures!” he laughed.

Jumin grunted as he hit end call on the phone. He’d gotten better at taking pictures, it wasn’t his fault that the stabilization on his phone was finicky.

He was meticulous in his arrangement of the décor, not a single surface was without a Halloween item. With Saeyoung’s help, he’d even been able to create an actual bubbling cauldron that wouldn’t create and environmental hazard in the apartment.

Hours, he had been working for hours and the setting sun outside reminded him that Lillie was due to arrive home soon. He checked his watch and saw that he had only minutes. He turned off any lights whose bulbs hadn’t been changed, turned on the cauldron, and lit the candles. Fairy lights were strung throughout the decorations giving the areas a ethereal quality. The scent of pumpkin spice and apple cider wafted through the room as well. Satisfied, all that was left to do was wait.

It didn’t take long before he heard the rattle of the front door, hiding behind it as it opened inwards he held his breath for his love’s reaction.

He heard Lillie inhale as the scenery caught her attention. She took a few steps inside, her head scanning the entirety of his labor. Quickly he slammed the door closed and jumped at her with a loud “BOO!”

Lillie screamed and turned, her hand already balled into a fist before noticing that it was her beloved.

“Jumin! You scared me!” heart racing she doubled over in relieved laughter.

“I’m sorry my love, I couldn’t help myself.” He enveloped her into his arms and held her close as her heart regained equilibrium. “Do you like it?” he asked as he released her.

“Like it? I love it! How much did it cost to do this? You know I would have decorated myself.” She said, but her smile never left her face.

“Oh, well, the cost was only in supplies, I decorated.” Jumin said, running a hand through his thick black hair, a grin on his face. “Took several hours, but it was well worth it to see your reaction.”

“You…you did this? All by yourself?” she asked, turning to her husband, golden brown eyes wide.

“Saeyoung helped with some of the more intricate items, but I set it all up on my own. I just wanted to surprise you. I know how much you love this holiday and how hard you worked last year. I wanted you to just be able to enjoy the season this year and concentrate only on your costume for the party.”

“Party?”

“Absolutely, I think having a Halloween party here would be quite entertaining, don’t you?”

“Oh yes! That sounds wonderful!” Lillie threw herself on her husband and held him close, tears of joy filled her eyes and a wide smile plastered her face. “I can’t imagine being any happier than I am right now! Just…I…the thought and effort you put into all of this has me in tears. I love you so much Jumin.”

“I love you too. And I would do anything to see that radiant smile on your face for the rest of our lives.”

They kissed.

Acts of Service

✦ Written for Jumin Week 2023

✦ Jumin x Reader

✦ Words: 799

The soft sound of water against the sides of the tub, your quiet voices as you tell each other about your day, the glass of wine in his hand. This might be the closest thing to heaven Jumin can imagine after a long day at work.

You sit at the edge of the tub, working shampoo into the roots of Jumin’s hair. He tips his head back a little, happy to be spoiled.

You often like to come sit with him, share a glass of wine and catch up on what you missed that day while he's having a bath. Washing his hair for him has become an occasional addition to this tradition of yours. A treat. 

And by the look of his expression as you massage his scalp with your fingertips, you can tell he's enjoying it. You could watch him for ever when he’s like this, a part of you delighted that you’re the only one who gets to see him this way, completely vulnerable and at ease. It is in moments like this that you can see the full extent of how much he trusts you.

He isn't used to being cared for. He learned to become self-sufficient quickly in life, to care for himself and not search for affection or approval elsewhere in his life. He had spent so long without seeking or receiving physical affection of any kind, he hadn't realised how much he was missing it in his life, couldn't imagine sharing a love like the one he shares with you.

The first time you offered to wash his hair for him, he was surprised. It was a day like today, where you just wanted to be near him after work. You had brought it up casually, gave him plenty of space to back out if it wasn’t something he wasn’t comfortable with. In reality, it had never occurred to him before, even though he had helped you with your hair from time to time. He had ended up saying yes mostly out of curiosity.  

But he has come to greatly enjoy the feeling of being cared for by you. Putting his head in your hands feels safe, reassuring. He knows that you will take care of him. As long as you are here, his worries remain at bay. You gently massage his temples, where you know pressure can build after a tiring day, and he melts.

He had been telling you about the foreign business partner he had met today, but he has stopped talking now. He focuses on the sensations, the water you're gently pouring over his head (with one hand shielding his eyes) as you rinse out the shampoo.

Next comes the conditioner, and you take your time working it into the ends of his hair. He hums softly. When he opens his eyes, he can look straight into yours. You look at him fondly, brush back the hairs that are stuck to his forehead.

“Join me,” he says, not for the first time.

You don't reply immediately, apparently absorbed in combing through his hair properly with your fingers. There is a comb somewhere, but you don't feel like leaving his side to find it.

It's a little game, as much a part of this tradition of yours as anything else. He will try and convince you to join him, and you will take your time with his hair before you eventually do. By the time you're done, he will have made good work of wetting your sleeves. He'll say, as if he is casually making an observation, that it looks like you're already half-in anyway, and you might as well join him now.

After a few minutes, you look pleased with your work and rinse out the conditioner from his hair. He wraps one wet hand around your wrist, calling your attention back to what he was saying.

“How does that feel?” You ask.

“Wonderful, Darling, thank you. There’s just one thing missing.”

You smile. You already know what’s coming.

“And what would that be?”

He snakes one arm out of the tub and wraps it around your waist, over your clothes.

“Join me,” he says, more determined this time.

You tip your head to the side a little, in a show of thinking it over.

“I don’t know…”

His hand finds its way under the hem of your shirt and makes contact with the soft skin underneath. You shiver involuntarily from the temperature difference.

“Let me take care of you now.”

It doesn’t take much more convincing for you to drop your charade and join him.