#juminweek2019

Day 2 - Touched -  EDIT : my sleep deprived self forgot to add the context   context : ‘‘ Jumin tries to wake you up after last night’s  heated love session , but you decide to mess with him by not waking up and trying your best to pretend to be alseep ‘‘ translation : WARNING : I don’t know korean, I just used the exact translation in the game: 00:42 - ‘’Dear’’ 00:46 - ‘’princess’’ 00:54 - ‘’yes/ That’s right’’ 1:01 - ‘’ I’m up’’ 1:02 - ’’hm’’? 1:04 - ‘’That Face?’’ 1:09 - ‘’Are you playing with me?’’ 1:13 - ‘’oh, are you pretending to be asleep?’’ 1:22- ‘’I like seeing you make that face’’ 1:27 - ‘’But I enjoy looking at your wide eyes more so I will wake you up with a kiss’’ 1:49 - ‘‘How about it’‘ 2:03 - ‘’ Do you understand my struggle now?’’ 2:11 - ‘’ Your face is red. Are you having a fever?’’ 2:18 - ‘’Well.. I tend to have a lower body temperature’’ 2:27 - ‘’So you’d be the perfect temperature in my arms’’ 2:33 - ‘’ ..Why don’t you come closer? just a little bit.’’ 2:38 - ‘’ Hm?…I don’t want that…don’t turn your back on me’’ 2:44 - ‘’ Yes, keep your chin up like that’’ 2:49 - ‘’I want to see you’’ 3:00 - ‘’Too late to regret it now .. you’re the one who started it..Come to me’’

I might be too late for the party but I said I would be participating in @juminweek2019 and damn it I will, time zones can sometimes be a god send  it’s not the best of quality it’s been almost a year and i still don’t know what i’m doing   but in all honesty I enjoyed making this little clip. I’d like to thank my amazing friends over at discord especially the amazing 💝💖 @fandomplethora 💓💓 and the insanely talented artist that reached to me and give some much needed material 💓 Franjipanitree [Anj] 💗  i still can’t believe i got to talk to both of you   💗💝 thank you all for helping me and answering all of my pointless random questions, love you all. 

Positive touch wasn't something Jumin was used to. He wouldn't call his father a cold man, but he certainly wasn't the type of father who would often give physical affection to his son. His mother... his mother was never around. Even when she was there, she wasn't truly there. But he still soaked up the little bit of affection gave him.

Then came the wandering touches of those who wanted something from him. Money, fame, accusations that could be pulled out years in the future. These touches made him never want to be touched again.

He was labeled cold at that point by the media, but unfortunately the label didn't create a deterrent. Instead, they seemed to take it as a challenge. Who could bag the man made of ice?

He hated them.

For a while, Elizabeth's soft touch was the only thing he could stomach.

But then that changed. Jumin met her and found that her touch didn't send the shudders of revulsion down his spine. Despite being told to stay in the apartment, he'd come across her walking down the sidewalk as he left work for the night.

"What are you doing?" Jumin asked. She jumped at the sudden question, but then looked at him sheepishly.

"I... got hungry." She offered with a weak smile. Jumin nodded, pushing open the car door.

"Get in, I'll take you to dinner."

He ended up taking her back to the penthouse, pulling extra ingredients out of the fridge to create dinner for her as well. He had been stirring a pot when he suddenly felt a hand gently touch his back as she leaned forward to look at what he was doing.

"Oh! Sorry. I'm a little touchy." She said with an awkward laugh once she noticed him staring at her in confusion.

"No. It's... it's fine." Jumin managed to mumble, stating back at the pot.

"Are you sure?" She asked, concern flooding her voice. It was clear to her that the simple touch had actually bothered him.

"It's okay. I didn't mind it." Jumin said, confident in his answer. It had been okay.

And now they were together and it was more than okay. Now she was like a source of energy for him. One long hug from her could wipe away a weeks worth of exhaustion.

He came home from the office to find her sitting on the couch going through the RFA emails. Without a word, he flopped over on the couch, suit and all. She laughed as his head found it's way into her lap and she set her phone down so she could run her fingers through his hair.

"Long day?" She asked gently.

"Unbelievably." Jumin mumbled before nuzzling his face into her stomach. She giggled at the sensation it caused and skritched her fingers along his scalp.

"You're just like a cat." She mused. Jumin smiled slightly, and he was positive that she could feel it as she laughed. He already felt like he could take on the world again. Not that he ever wanted to move from this spot. Unable to stop himself he spoke.

Jumin Week

Day One - Birthday

~~~

What should you give to a man who has everything?

Food, of course.

But Jumin’s lack of interest in sweets daunted you. You were a baker at heart - you loved to dip your fingers in frosting and cookie batter, and Jumin preferred steak and foie gras.

Those were one in the same right?

You tried to follow several celebrity chefs - Gordon Ramsay and Jaime Oliver specifically - but to no avail. Too many dishes were either burnt to a crisp or overcooked - a nice and more roundabout way to say burnt.

You weren’t about to give in so easily, however. This was for your husband, the absolute and undeniable love of your life. You were going to make him the fanciest dinner he had ever set his eyes on, and you were going to be successful.

…

“Beef fillet. Lean meat with little fine sinews of fat running through. It just melts in your mouth like butter. Seasoned.”

You lightly seasoned the fillet with salt and pepper, eyes glued to the overhanging tablet. With Gordon Ramsay as your instructor, what could go wrong?

“Hot pan, olive oil.”

You moved your hand over a cast-iron skillet and delicately poured olive oil… and winced as the oil hopped and skipped from the pan onto you.

“Ow, ow!!” You yanked the skillet from the stove and yelped once it hit the floor, almost smashing your toes.

“Seal. Mustard. Think about it. Fillet beef wellington, English mustard. You aren’t gonna put dijon on there, are you?”

You grabbed a cloth and plopped the skillet back onto the stove. “Slow down, Mister Ramsay! Okay, where… where is my mustard… wait, how long do I cook the beef?!”

“Mushrooms. Seasoned. Blitz.”

“What’s a blitz?!”

Frazzled, you gathered your mushrooms and threw them into the food processor, switching it on shortly after.

“Now, we’ve got to take the water out of the mushrooms.”

You brushed your hair away from your face with a huff. “Wha - I’m not done blitzing Mister Ramsay, I still don’t know what a blitz is!”

“Look how wet they are. You don’t put oil or butter into the pan. You put nothing in there.”

“Oh my god.” With a pop, you shut off the drowning noises from the machine.

“Look how much water’s coming out now.”

A frustrated huff followed by a roll of the eyes. “I can’t Mister Ramsay, I’m not there yet.”

“Darling?”

“Bah!!”

Splat.

It all happened so quickly. You couldn’t make heads or tails of it - one second you were scooping the processed mushrooms from the processor, the next… it was on your husband’s chest.

“... I am so sorry Jumin, are you okay?!”

Jumin gathered the mushroom concoction onto the tip of his finger, licking it and lightly smacking his lips.

“No, oh my gosh, please don’t eat that,” you sighed while dabbing his vest and tie with a wet cloth. “Welcome home…”

“You don’t seem very enthused,” Jumin chuckled lightly, swiping the mushroom on your nose and shifting your chin upward.

“Sorry,” you smiled weakly, swiping the mushroom from your nose. “I wanted… I was hoping to make you Beef Wellington.”

Jumin’s fingers tenderly massaged your arms. “Beef Wellington? Gordon Ramsay’s recipe?”

“Yes,” you pouted. “It’s your birthday and it’s such a special day, so why not go all out you know? It isn’t coming together, though…”

“Come now, darling,” Jumin lightly chastised you, pinching your cheek. “You’re far too hard on yourself. We’ll make it together, hm?”

“No, this is for you to enjoy!”

“I enjoy spending time with my wife,” Jumin crooned, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“... You’re still so smooth. For an old man, that is.”

He laughed heartily, digging his fingers into your stomach and tickling you mercilessly. “Excuse you?”

“Ju-Jumin!! Stop!!” You pried his hands from your stomach, lightly kissing his knuckles.

He turned his palm up and cupped your cheek, stroking your cheekbone. “Shall we, my love?”

“Yeah…” You beamed. “Yeah, let’s do it.”

…

“Assemble. Clean film.”

Both you and Jumin stared blankly at the ingredients. The tablet was greased with fingerprints and olive oil, the Parma ham lay abused from repetitive folds… and there was still remnants of mushroom on Jumin’s vest.

“Yeah, this uh… this isn’t gonna happen,” you shook your head.

“... What does blitz mean darling?”

“I still don’t know!!” You giggled, dabbing your husband’s vest.

“Thank you,” Jumin hummed, his hand gripping your fingers delicately.

“For what, the mess I created?” You teased.

“Precisely that. We can spend more time with each other cleaning everything up. It’s the perfect end to a perfect day.”

“You’re adorable, Jumin.” You tugged his tie down and planted a wet kiss on his cheek. “Happy birthday, honey… I’m about to get sappy and emotional, but you mean the world to me, and I’m so… I’m so happy you’re here.”

He closed his eyes, pulling your hand to his cheek and affectionately kissed your palm. “I was born for you, my love. I was born to love and adore you, and to be loved and adored by you.”

“You were born to fulfill your dreams and your desires, Jumin!” You beamed, blushing madly.

“You are my dream. And you are my desire. I need nothing else.”

“... You’re going to make me melt. How you come up with these things is beyond me.”

Jumin chuckled gently, tucking his fingers under your chin and kissing you devotedly. “I was a poet in a past life.”

“I thought you don’t believe in past lives!”

“I didn’t believe in a lot of things until you came along, lady.”

Dazed yet entranced, you cupped his cheeks and smooshed them lightly, arousing him to hold the small of your back.

“I love you,” he growled against your lips.

“I love you. And happy birthday. You old coot.”

“Make another joke about me being old. I dare you.”

“Who said I was joking?”

His fingers burrowed into your stomach again - you squirmed and squealed, screaming, “You can’t keep using the same attack, Jumin!”

“Come,” Jumin lightly patted your rump. “We need to clean.”

“Huh, look at you! You didn’t push it off to the maid! I guess what they say is true, you can -”

Jumin raised a wary brow at you.

“Teach an old dog new tri -”

He plucked you up, throwing you over his shoulder rather recklessly.

“Gah, Jumin!! I was just kidding, heeh, put me down!!”

“You don’t seem to realize what comes out of that pretty mouth of yours,” he hummed coolly, moving closer to the bed. “I’m charmed, but my feelings are hurt. And you need to take responsibility.”

“I’m sorry ~!!” You pleaded. “Mercy Juju, mercy!!”

“Mercy is denied.”

@juminweek2019

Day 1 | Happy Birthday | Family | RFA

October 10th 2019

Carnival (Domesticity/Future) (V)

“Don’t you think this is too much?” Lillie eyed the clown making balloon animals. Jee’s eyes lit up as she clapped her hands.

“Nothing is too good for our baby girl.” Jumin snaked his arm around his wife’s waist. He was happy to see the joy in his daughter’s eyes. And what good was money if you couldn’t spend it on those you loved?

“Jumin, she’s only 5!” he laughed and held her close, kissing her temple.

“Let her enjoy the day my love.”

“Fine, still…”

“Listen.” Jumin turned his wife to look at him. “This is our life. And I know that I go overboard. But it’s because I love you and Jee…”

“And Elizabeth.” Lillie interjected with a twinkle in her eyes.

“Yes, and even my precious Elizabeth. Is that so wrong?” he pouted; his eyebrows furrowed over his grey eyes. Lillie sighed and shook her head and Jumin knew he had won once more. He turned back to his daughter, holding his wife close. The yard behind their home was covered by the carnival he had paid for, children running around enjoying the amenities. It had cost plenty, but it was hardly anything that his bank account would notice. He could point out that they had not bought their daughter an actual birthday present and counted the party as the present.

“Momma…look…giraffe!” Jee held up the pink giraffe balloon and Lillie picked her up. The clown moved on to other children. Jee’s favorite color was pink and she was dressed head to toe in it. Even Elizabeth wore a pink collar in honor of her sister’s birthday. Although she had been scarce since the first of the children had arrived. Jumin had invited Jee’s entire elementary school and it appeared as if most of them had come.

Parents wandered around as if in a daze. Lillie had insisted on sending their daughter to public school for at least her elementary school years so that she could meet children of every economic status. Jumin had balked at first but acquiesced to his wife’s desire. He found it difficult to say no to the woman he fell in love with. He had to admit, it had been a good decision. Perhaps he could have benefited from that same thing as a youngster. V thought it was an amazing idea and had also urged Jumin to give into it.

“Jee!” Ki, Saeyoung and MC’s son ran towards them waving a bubble wand. “Come play!” Jee giggled in her mother’s arm, she was quite fond of the red-headed family in its entirety. She wiggled to get free and Lillie let her down. She ran off with the boy, Saeyoung and MC behind them.

“Don’t worry, we’ll make sure to keep her out of trouble!” Saeyoung joked. Jumin took hold of Lillie’s hand as they both chuckled.

“Alone at last, wanna’ go make out in the hall of mirrors?” Lillie laughed, sliding her arms around her husband’s shoulders.

“They haven’t finished putting that up yet.” Jumin chided, pecking his wife’s lips chastely. He knew that drove her crazy, especially when she was in a romantic mood, which she would crassly call ‘horny’.

She rolled her eyes but said nothing about the less than satisfying kiss. “Precisely! We’ll be the only ones in there.” She grinned and taking hold of his hand, led him to the incomplete attraction. He looked over his shoulder, making sure his child was being watched and then willingly followed his adventurous wife.

They climbed the stairs and entered the hall. He had to admit, he didn’t hate having a 360-degree view of his wife. They made their way further inside until they were completely lost. Feeling around her, Lillie finally fell against one of the mirrors and pulled Jumin towards her. Their lips met, their tongues finding those familiar spaces that sparked the most electricity between them. They pulled apart after several minutes of passionate kissing and heavy petting, Lillie’s leg up and around Jumin’s thigh, her red dress pushing over her ass and around her waist. Jumin’s hand gripped her ass and squeezed.

“You know, Jee is five now. I think it’s time to start thinking about number two.” Lillie sighed into his mouth. He was becoming heady under their teenaged antics. His head buzzed with desire and his vision became cloudy with it. Something caught his eye and his gaze followed the movement. It was dark and indistinct. He blinked rapidly wondering if it had been his imagination.

“Jumin? What’s wrong?” Lillie let her leg fall as she took in her husband’s face. Any thoughts of coital bliss erased.

“I…I’m not sure. I think someone else is in here.” Movement rushed through the mirrors once again and he turned, pinning Lillie behind him. He told himself it was nothing and even if it was, there was no reason to react with fear. But it wouldn’t let go of him. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end and every fiber of his being was screaming at him to run.

“Jumin…I’m scared, let’s get out of here.” Lillie pleaded, clutching at him from behind. He simply nodded, aware that it wasn’t just his instincts that were on high alert, but hers as well. A fetid stench swarmed around them and Lillie screamed. Jumin took her hand and tried to lead them out of the reflective nightmare.

He bumped into himself several times, that dark streak appearing and disappearing randomly as if chasing them. His heart raced as he tried to get a clear glimpse at what was stalking them. There was no form, no substance to it, almost as if it was simply smoke. If this was part of the design, he was going to have some harsh words with the owner. This was supposed to be a carnival for small children and fear should never be part of that.

“Jumin.” Lillie pleaded.

“It’s fine, we’re fine.” But he didn’t feel fine. He felt trapped. Every turn was another dead end and he feared they would never make their way out. He contemplated breaking the mirrors, but he didn’t want to jeopardize his wife, cutting her with broken shards. Something slammed against one of the mirrors they stood in front of. This time they both screamed in surprise. Suddenly all around them there was pounding on the other side of the mirrors. They vibrated with the force of it. He pulled Lillie close to him, covering her head as the mirrors exploded, showering them with shards. He felt the sting as they landed on his face and hands. Lillie screamed in terror, assaulting his ears and fueling his fury.

As the last of the shards fell to the floor, a deafening silence descended upon them. When he finally opened his eyes, the dark smoke hovered in front of him. He gasped, his grey eyes opening wide with fright, the smoke shoved itself into his mouth, nostrils and crawled into his eyes. He coughed and blinked, trying to dislodge the unwelcome substance to no avail.

@juminweek2019 Day 1: Happy Birthday

(this is my badly written letter to Jumin on his very special day, hope you can still enjoy this, i really wish i had more time but London was calling and time is running soo fast )

My dearest love,

First of all i wish you a happy happy birthday! I hope all of your future days may be bright, joyful and full of love. As you might know I am currently in London, together with my godmother- and i am so, so sad i cannot not be by your side right now to join you on your very special day. (Even if you think it just might be a day like every other) But i will make sure our Elly gives you the kiss i want to give you! Oh i long for you to be here, too. With me.

Juju, i have to tell you something really important. It's still hard to write it down and actually find the right words for all those feelings i have towards you. Even though i still think words cannot describe what i feel about you. But i will try my very best:

Jumin, whenever i see your smile- whether it's the smile of your eyes when you're blushing or this small chuckle you make, when hear your laugh or just hear you talk to someone, joke about silly stuff (or Zen) or just hear you breathe, it calms me down, makes me feel at ease, and makes all my doubts disappear. I feel like I can truly rely on you, and i admire your strong, pure, kind and lovingly personality. You really have a big heart, which makes it really easy to fall in love with you within a blink of an eye.

Because your laugh is the sweetest thing I heard in years, your humour leaves me quite speechless sometimes, (among other things). I... I Love the way i feel when i am near to you... When all those butterflies start flying inside of me... I miss you, all the time, i miss your touch, your hugs, your kisses. Your everything. I love you, and i always will.

With lots and lots of love,

Jumin Week 2019, Day 1: Happy Birthday!