#Jumin Week 2022

[nebou]

A G A P E   | |   M A N I A

Normal End MC neglects her duties to the RFA, choosing only to pay attention to Jumin, no wonder he tried to return the favor

[juminweek2019]

💖Jumin Week 2022 Masterlist💖

Day 1- Eros

E R O S by nebou

Jumin Week / Eros by elvendara

JUMIN WEEK 2022: DAY 1 by shittylongcatposts

Fantasy by lolaalee

Urban City Night by jafndaegur

Jumin Week Day 1 - Eros by marsystarsy

Day One: Eros by mrs-han

Day 1: Eros by edgelord-saeran 

Day 2- Philia

Jumin Week 2022 6 Oct '22 by elvendara

P H I L I A by nebou

Juminweek 2022 day 2 by shittylongcatposts

Day Two: Philia by mrs-han

Day 2: Philia by edgelord-saeran

Philia by brighteststar707 

Day 3- Storge

Storge: Familiar love by elvendara

S T O R G E by nebou

Day Three: Storge by mrs-han

Day 3: Storge by edgelord-saeran

Day 4- Ludus

Ludus by brighteststar707 

Jumin Week 8 Oct '22 by elvendara

L U D U S by nebou

Day Four: Ludus by mrs-han

Ludus by shittylongcatposts

Day Four: Ludus by edgelord-saeran

Day 5- Pragma

Jumin Week 9 Oct 22 by elvendara

Five: Pragma by mrs-han

P R A G M A by nebou

Day 5: Pragma by edgelord-saeran

Day 6- Philautia

Jumin Week 10 Oct '22 by elvendara

P H I L A U T I A by nebou

Philautia // Self-Love by shittylongcatposts

Day Six: Philautia by mrs-han

Day Six: Philautia by edgelord-saeran

Day 7- Agape// Mania

Day Seven: Obsessive Love by mrs-han

Jumin Week 11 Oct '22 by elvendara

Day Seven: Agape, a selfless love by edgelord-saeran

A G A P E   | |   M A N I A by nebou

Thanks again for your participation! Sorry again for the delay! 🙇 And you are more than welcome to participate again this year! 😺

For The Han! 👑💜✨

[mrs-han]

Jumin Week

Day Five: Pragma

Trigger warning: Depression and suicide mention.

You kept pulling away from him.

Every time Jumin attempted to comfort or reassure you — every time he slept in front of your door while waiting for you to open it — every time he moved to caress you, to hold you…

You always pulled away.

Jumin knew you had trauma. Something happened to you for you to behave this way, and he didn’t want to trigger a nightmarish memory for you.

So, he remained patient. He gave you the space you needed while keeping a close eye on you; making sure you were eating, drinking water, changing your clothes.

The memories of you smiling brilliantly at him, twirling carelessly only to have him catch you… dancing to your 90’s music playlist while you cooked lunch and yanked him to you…

Jumin knew you were still there. The rough patch would subside in time, and he would be there.

He would always be.

But when you didn’t respond to his rapid knocks on the guest room door, Jumin felt his control slipping from him.

“Darling?” Slamming his palm against the solid wooden door, Jumin felt himself shaking. With adrenaline, with fear — whatever it was, the rush of emotions helped him as he rammed into the door once.

Twice.

Three times over.

The door wouldn’t budge.

Jumin observed his surroundings, trying to regain a clear line of thought while his heart pounded in his chest and his breathing accelerated. Grabbing a fireplace poker within his line of sight, Jumin took the door apart piece by piece, fragments of wood planting themselves into his hands and forearms.

Through the jagged edges, Jumin reached in and fumbled for the doorknob. As soon as he felt the cold handle, he pushed down and stormed in. “Dear —”

He grew rigid in seconds. Your body lay on the bed, limbs hanging off carelessly. Without touching you, Jumin felt how cold you were because of your deathly pale hue. Sweat broke out on the back of his neck as he lunged for you, pulling you into his bleeding arms.

Water. Water would wake you.

Gathering you into his arms, Jumin ran to the bathroom and set you into the deep-seated tub. Turning the handle, he gathered as much cold water as his hands could hold and delicately splashed your face, desperately patting your cheeks.

“Darling? Darling, wake up. Wake up.”

You shot up, breathless and terrified. The fear in your eyes didn’t calm him, but at least there was still the spark of life.

“I’m here. I’m right here.” Grabbing your arms, Jumin gently shook you. “Look at me.”

“I can’t, I can’t —!”

“Look at me.”

Your eyes met with his. The underlying frustration and sadness he felt over the past few days — it was all boiling to the surface now. He dug his fingers into your pale skin, hoping to control his shaking frame. “I’ve had enough of this. I’ve given you time, I’ve given you space — look at the result. I find you in bed, lifeless. It’s obvious my methods of granting you peace haven’t worked, so I need your help now. Tell me what you need. You need to talk to me.”

You shifted, your bare foot squeaking against the tub. “Jumin —”

“Don’t tell me you don’t need help. Don’t tell me you don’t need anything. Stop lying to me.”

Tears spilled from your eyes. You knew Jumin to be overly-assertive, commanding, domineering at times… but he was never that way with you. He was always so calm, so collected. Now? He looked enraged.

It scared you enough to stammer a reply. “I, I just — I j-just, I haven’t been feeling good… m-mentally…”

Jumin’s grip on you loosened faintly. He closed his eyes, realizing he had lost his temper. But he couldn’t hold it in anymore. Lowering his head, he raked back the bangs in his face — and as his eyes met with yours again, you noticed the brimming tears.

It allowed you to release the floodgates you had held in all this time. Your small, shaky hand touched his cheek — and Jumin leaned into your palm, his tears falling instantly.

“That was the first time I heard you speak in days.”

Jumin’s trembling voice was the wrecking ball that crashed into all of your defenses.

“Ju… Jumin —”

“Stop… you need to stop shutting me out, darling.” In his eyes sparked a fierceness you readily recognized. “I can’t take it. I can’t… handle it. I’m not strong enough. All of my logical reasonings behind why you stayed in that room failed me, and I couldn’t…” Jumin reached out, his hand caressing your cheek. “I see now that I was right to worry. You haven’t eaten… darling, you haven’t eaten anything.”

As if on cue, your stomach let out a miserable growl. Jumin moved his hand from your cheek to your leg, just above your knee. “Are you trying to leave this world?”

The question sent your body quivering uncontrollably. “It wasn’t… the plan, but if it happened… I wouldn’t have been… opposed —”

Snatching you into his arms, Jumin held you to him with a firmness you had never know from him before. “No. No, you — no. I order you to stay with me.”

The demand surprised you.

“I will do anything you ask. Anything to prevent you from leaving this world. From leaving me. I will sit with you if you choose to go to counseling, I will walk with you if you need fresh air, I will sing with you as soon as you choose a song. I will do anything but leave you alone for days at a time.”

You leaned into his embrace. “I thought that, if I left, you wouldn’t have to put up with me anymore —”

“Nonsense. Nonsense. You can’t scare me away. You aren’t a toy for me to disregard. You are my wife. Anything that hurts you will hurt me, too. Anything that plagues you will plague me, too. We will endure all of life’s obstacles and prove to the stars that our love will persist above all. But you must give yourself that chance… and you must give me the chance to love you from now… all the way until.”

You closed your puffy, tear-stained eyes. “Until…?”

Jumin’s hug relaxed as he lifted your chin, kissing your unbrushed mouth. Your first instinct was to pull away, but he refused to abide.

Realization dawned on you, your husband’s much-needed kiss temporarily clearing the clouds in your head.

“Stay with me,” you breathed, lips still clashing against Jumin’s and tears merging with his. “Stay with me until.”

Jumin pulled your head back by your hair. “I promise.”

[wickedmelons]

Why does jumin in fanfics is either spoils you to rotten or is a fucking psycho. Literally there's no in between.

[edgelord-saeran]

@juminweek2019

Day 3: Storge

Jumin had never put much thought about having children. He knew he would have at least one eventually. The duty of creating an heir ultimately fell to him. He had no interest in this hypothetical child. He knew that what he'd learned from his own parents wasn't the best. He turned out fine, but he knew that it could be better.

But now, sitting in a hospital room with his wife and love of his life snoozing after ten hours of labor, he had a new perspective. Jumin felt a little out of place, his suit having been traded out for sweats and a henley, but what made him feel even more out of place was the infant currently laying in his arms.

She was bleary-eyed, staring up at him with the same amount of intensity that he was staring at her with.

"Hello." Jumin said softly. His little girl yawned, her tiny mouth forming into a small o as she went back to dreaming about whatever it was that day old infants dreamed of. Jumin smiled, feeling his chest warm.

This was his baby. His little girl. He hoped that she received most of her traits from her mother, and only the best of his traits. She would live long and live happy, surrounded by the love of both of her parents.

They would be better than his parents. Jumin held he close, gently rubbing her eyebrow with his finger as he began to hum the lullaby that his love had taught him.

He hadn't known how he would feel when she was born, but he hadn't expected this overwhelming, all encompassing love for the little bundle in his arms.

[elvendara]

Jumin Week 11 Oct '22

@juminweek2019

TW: Death

Agape: Selfless love/ Love for humanity

October 11th 2022

“How is he?” Jumin asked, his normally clear storm grey eyes red from crying.

“He doesn’t have long. You should say your goodbyes.” The doctor spoke gravely and left him alone with his father.

Jumin took his father’s hand and  held it tight. The man’s once as raven black as his own was snow white and thinning. When had that happened? He could clearly see the scalp through the strands. He had always seemed so vibrant and strong. The man whose arms had carried him, the man whose words had soothed him, the man whose love had been ever present. Jumin wasn’t ready to let his father go, but he could see, his wants did not matter in this instance. Death took everyone in the end.

He wept silently, unashamed about his emotions. His father trembled; age having taken his mobility as well. The man opened his heavily rheumatoid arthritic eyes and blinked, attempting to smile when they lit on his son. Jumin was aware that his father could barely see him, yet he recognized him just the same.

“My son.” His father’s voice was scratchy and low, his once booming voice a thing of the past. How his laughter had filled Jumin’s heart for years. No matter where his father traveled, who he married, what woman was currently on his arm, he never lost sight of his son and made time to strengthen that relationship, that bond. How he hated the constant revolving door of stepmothers. However, he could never find it within himself to hate his father for it. The man was lonely and simply wanted companionship, Unfortunately, he constantly chose wrong. Those women inevitably were proven to be nothing but gold diggers. The saddest part was that none of those women who professed to love his father could be bothered to come to his dying bedside. He was here alone.

“I’m here father. Don’t talk, rest. You need to sleep.” He could hear the quiver in his own voice. His father laughed, which ended in heavy coughing. Jumin took the glass of water on the table and held the straw to his father’s mouth so he could drink.

“I will get as much sleep as I will ever need shortly.” He said, patting his son’s hand. Jumin sighed but remained quiet, setting the glass back on the table. “Before I depart, I want you to know that you have been the love of my life and the biggest comfort to me. I know I have made mistakes, but you have always forgiven me and my decisions.”

“Father please.” Jumin’s tears fell heavier now but he didn’t bother to wipe them away, holding onto his father’s hands with his own.

“Let me say this…You have been my proudest achievement. You have grown up to be an incredible man, full of ambition but also compassion and empathy. I know my actions have made you cautious of love. True love. But listen to me my son, do not harden your heart. Do not marry for compromise. Find your love and hold on to it desperately. It is out there and you will find it. Do not be afraid. You are not like me, you are not ruled by loneliness. You know who you are and what you want. Trust yourself. Promise me, someday, I will have a daughter-in-law and grandchildren that will create a happy family for you.

“Father…” Jumin shook his head. What he said wasn’t wrong. He had long ago decided love would never be in the cards for him. Not when it was impossible to know if a woman loved him or his money and power. He saw what that had done to his father. He had contemplated exactly what his father said, a marriage of convenience where his heart would not be in jeopardy. True love? Was it even possible for him?

“Promise me! Trust yourself. You are not me; you are smarter and more intuitive. I want you to find happiness.” There were tears in his father’s eyes, and he spoke with firmness. The thought of losing him suddenly hit him hard. Happiness? He had always found his happiness when with his father. Once he was gone, who else could he feel so happy with?

“Don’t…don’t leave me…I’m not ready…” he broke and held his father, burying his face in the man’s now hollow chest. This was not the body of his robust father, this was a parody. Weak arms held him.

“Jumin, look at me, please.” He reluctantly did as asked and stared into his father’s weeping eyes.

“I have lived a long life. I wish the same for you, and when it is your time to go, I hope your own family feels as you do now. That they love you so much, they don’t want to let you go. But my son, it is time. Know that you have brought me joy beyond measure and I shall always be proud to be your father.

Jumin nodded, knowing what he said was true, but still trying to figure out a way to not make it so. To keep him in his life. But the older man was tired and ready to go, making such a scene was selfish on his part.

“Of course father. Thank you for all the years you have loved me, I have always felt it and it has made me happy. If it will make you happy, I will promise to look for love, for that special someone who I can share my life with. Not for you, but for me. You may let go now. I will be fine.”

His father sighed contented, a smile breaking across his face. He closed his eyes and with a last shuttering breath he stilled. The monitor attached to his heart flatlined and Jumin once more sobbed. His heart ached like never before. He couldn’t think in that moment, it was just an overwhelming dread and pain that washed over him. Something so solid and central to his very being had just left him.

After a few minutes nurses came into the room to detach the machines and cover him. Jumin sat and watched until the realization came to him that his father was no longer there. That this was just a body, and empty body. He stood and after one last squeeze of his father’s hand he walked out of the room.

As he walked into the waiting room, he saw the RFA standing there, all eyes wet, all eyes on him. Saeyoung, his normally boyish face full of pain for him, MC, his wife, stoic next to her husband. Saeran, Yoosung, Zen, and Jaehee. All with the same painful look on their faces, hurting because he was. He stepped towards them, tears wracking his body once more, he sobbed as he stumbled towards them but they caught him, they held him, they wept with him.

[brighteststar707]

Jumin week 2022

For the Han!

✦Philia

✦Ludus

[jafndaegur]

Urban City Night

Jumin Week 2022 | Day 1 | Eros | @juminweek2019

Jumin Han x OC

I put everything under the cut. Nothing explicit...I just never draw the spicies / n👏s👏f👏wish stuff...

It's the quiet sort of night where the air holds only the drone of the city. A pleasant hum of neon lights and cars along the road. Buildings glitter prettily in the distance beyond the penthouse window, and the world seems like a marble warped in the beautiful night lights.

Jumin looks down with a fond glance.

It is only them in the dim artificial light and the cozy embrace of night. The dashing smile that beams up at him is carefree, and the strong arms that wrap around his waist are secure. Skin against skin, wrinkles of daytime clothes disregarded—this little haven of theirs is warm and heady.

Jumin's thumb grazes along pale skin and for a second he loses himself to the gold and dark gaze that looks to him with adoration.

A spark jumps in his belly that lights a fire throught every nerve in his body.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart." Comes the reverent whisper followed by a caress of fingertips that slip further and further down his backside.

Jumin's breath hitches into an airy response that catches between them as he finally leans in for a kiss.

"Thank you, darling."

[nebou]

P H I L A U T I A

pour one out to Jaehee, she’s the real mvp 😔✊

[juminweek2019]

*leans in to the microphone*: Jumin Week is coming!!!

I have yet to make a proper schedule, but since this year I decided to keep it sweet and simple I can already show the prompts for the early birds who catch all the worms 🐣

You know how we always say Jumin has so much love to give, right? Well...

✨ It's loving Jumin Han hours 💜💜💜✨

For now I'm pretty sure "mania" is going to be paired with another day or just optional (maybe opposed to "agape"? 🤔) and that "Eros" is going to fall on Jumin's Birthday 🎂

We start the 05/10 on Jumin's Birthday! 😱

That's all for now, as always let me know if you have any doubt or suggestions, remember to make the prompts your own and you can always pair then with other events

😉

For The Han!!!👑✨

[mrs-han]

Jumin Week

Day Three: Storge

Trigger warning: Death Mention.

“I want Mommy!!”

“Mommy isn’t here right now —”

A deafening shriek from Jumin’s son — spawn, more like — pierced through Jumin’s eardrums. Frustration overwhelmed him in an instant, the urge to grab the boy’s arm and pull him into his room stronger than any conflict resolution.

“I want Mommy!!!”

Sweeping his young son into his arms, Jumin winced as the child’s hands smacked his face with open palms. Reaching to shield his face, Jumin’s eyes widened as the boy’s arms wrapped around his neck, nearly strangling him.

“Son,” Jumin choked.

“Mommy!!!”

“Stop.”

“Mommy!!!”

“Stop.”

Jumin’s authority rang clear. The boy released his rage-filled grip on his father’s neck, lower lip wobbling uncontrollably.

“Mommy isn’t here. Mommy is gone, do you understand me?”

The boy’s soft whine only agitated Jumin further. “Where… wha, where did she go?”

Looking into eyes greener than emeralds, Jumin was at a loss for words. His exhaustion proved evident as his shoulders slumped and his grip loosened round his son’s bottom.

“Daddy…?”

“Mommy is… in a place we cannot reach.” Jumin’s voice began to shake. “She… ehm.”

It was quiet now. So quiet that Jumin was able to think. And he would do anything for some kind of noise, even if it meant his son screaming into his ear.

But the young boy stared at his father, searching for an answer - waiting to learn of your whereabouts.

Your fate.

Anything.

“Is she on a vacation?”

His son’s sudden question yanked Jumin from his thoughts. “… Yes. Yes, she’s on vacation. The biggest… and best vacation ever.”

“Bestier than the trip to DisneyLand?”

Jumin nodded slowly. “Yes. But her vacation is different.”

Adjusting his son in his arms, Jumin walked to the balcony of the house… your house. Pointing up to the sky, Jumin’s voice nearly disappeared with the wind. “You see? That is where she went.”

“Heaven?”

The very word sank its teeth into Jumin’s heart. He struggled to catch his breath, to regain his strength. “Yes. That is the one place in this world that we cannot go to. Not yet.”

“But I wanna see her now, Da.”

“No.” Jumin’s hold tightened, practically smushing his son against his chest. “No, no. You are to stay with me. You aren’t ready to see her yet, understand?”

Whimpering, the confused youth clung onto his father.

And the dam inside of Jumin broke.

@juminweek2019

[shittylongcatposts]

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!

[elvendara]

Jumin Week 10 Oct '22

Took a bit of liberty here 🤣

@juminweek2019

Philautia: Self-love/Being kind to oneself

October 10th 2022

Jumin sighed as he relaxed into his bath. The week had been as stressful as usual but Friday night he always reserved for recharging. It was something Yoosung had taught him, after once having bitten his head off when he worked as an intern in his company. Instead of reacting in fear or being hurt by the tyraid Yoosung had simply taken a deep breath and told Jumin he should take his aggression out on video games.

He grinned recalling his surprise at the time. Yoosung had patted him on the shoulder and stepped around him. That night he had received an email from the boy, a digital copy of LOLOL and an invitation to join him in a game. Feeling guilty about his earlier outburst he had downloaded the game onto his laptop and created a character. Surprisingly, the play was effective in depleting his body of any annoyance and anger he had stored up.

The fact that he had enjoyed it so much made him research other activities that would help keep him in a healthy state of mind. Taking a bath and drinking his best bottle of wine had become his favorite. He also left his phone in the living room so he would not be tempted to use it.

He had lived off adrenaline and ambition for so long that it had taken the university student and video game junky to break through to him. Of course Assistant Kang had said as much, so had his father, but being as stubborn as he was, it was finally the shock of the younger man’s response that had finally gotten through to him. Jumin found that because of his new rituals, taking time for himself, and caring for his mental health as well as his physical health, had made the time he worked even better. His head was clearer, his decision making easier, his work load not so overwhelming. He also found that most people did not need him to move as quickly as he assumed they did. Business had improved because he was now also aware of other people’s health around him.

Taking a sip of his wine he sighed once more in contentment. Setting the glass aside he slid under the water, getting his dark hair wet. The lavender oil in the water was a soft floral scent. It helped with getting his body ready for sleep. He closed his eyes, leaned back, and let his hands roam his body. After all, there were other ways to relax. Reaching between his legs he grasped his semi hard cock. It didn’t take him long to waken it to fully erect.

A groan escaped his parted lips as he stroked himself from base to tip, flicking the opening just the way he liked it. It didn’t take long for him to feel that fire in the pit of his stomach as it rose and engulfed his body. Biting his lip he tensed his body as the orgasm overrode everything else. His arched back collapsed at the release and he eased back into the warmth of the water.

Taking a few breaths as he regained equilibrium, he reached for the wine glass and took another sip. It was still cool and refreshing. He pondered the dirtied water that he had infected with his semen. Refreshing the bath would be an option, but he found he had no will to do it. Instead he lay back and closed his storm grey eyes, deciding to relax and let his mind empty of all thought and responsibility. The edges of his mouth turned up into a small smile as his hand once more ventured between his thighs.

[brighteststar707]

Masterlist

✧ Series

Don’t Say My Name (complete)

Saeyoung stuggles with anger and grief in the face of V’s death and all the secrets he has uncovered after the Secret Endings

✧ Events & request masterlists

Masterlists for themed events I have held or participated in

Valentine’s Day 2022    /    Valentine’s Day 2023

Spring prompts 2022

100 Follower Event    /    300 Follower Event

2 Year Blog Anniversary Event

Kissing the RFA prompts

Jumin week 2022    /    Jumin week 2023

Jaehee week 2022

Holidays 2022

✧ Oneshots

Oneshot fics (over 1k words)

💫 Saeyoung

To Disappear Under the Sun

All I’ve Ever Known

Daydreams

The After

Where you left me

First Date

Christmas Eve

Comfort & Car Drives

Reflection

New Beginnings

💫 Jaehee

After so Long

💫 Jumin

Telepathy

✧ Shorts

Oneshot fics (under 1k words)

💫 Saeyoung

Napping

Music

Tell me a story

Camera roll

It will come back

Glasses & Glasses II

Home

Pressure cooker

Birthday surprises (Choi twins birthday 2023)

The Bomb

💫 Jaehee 

Hair

💫 Vanderwood

Vanderwood

💫 Saeran

Sunshine

✧ Headcanons 

Headcanons

[serensama]

In the house that Han built.

Jumin x MC week day 6: Domesticity and Parenthood 

Sunday 17th of September, 2017 Married under one year.

-       They woke up early, their body clocks unable to shake off the routine they were already used to. 7am on the dot, Jumin’s eyes opened first as he watched his wife start to return to the waking world, her brows knitting together as she fought to stay asleep. He wondered what she dreamt about, was it something fantastical like saving him from a dragon or something simple and ordinary, like her reliving the moment of her welcoming him home? It wouldn’t surprise him if it was the latter, for no matter what, she would be at the door as he arrived with Elizabeth the third in her grasp, ready to jump into his opened arms. As much as he hoped she dreamt of something amazing- he hoped that her dreams were filled with their daily life together just that little bit more.  

-       When she scratched away the sleep from her blurry eyes, she felt a soft press of his lips at her temple along with his husky whisper of him heading to the kitchen to make them pancakes.

-       Moments later she stretched and shuffled into the kitchen beside him to make them tea, wrapping her arms around him and pressing up against him as he made the batter, her cheek resting on the middle of his back. MC was fighting a losing battle as his rhythmic breathing and the warmth he emitted lured her back to sleep.

-       Jumin wondered how she managed to stay awake during the week when he left for work at that time and then he remembered; by that time they would have been at the front door, their lips locked together as they tried their best to say goodbye for the day. He supposed that sort of strenuous activity, the act of holding back from engaging in actual strenuous activity, would wake anyone up.

-       His chuckle woke her as did the soft squeeze of his hand on top of hers. “Darling, would you prefer to have breakfast in bed?” he laughed as she wiped away the small pool of moisture at the side of her mouth all the while shaking her head. “Are you sure?” he asked again, the amusement in his voice evident. MC shook her head again, her forehead brushing against his soft pyjamas, a weak whine escaping from her. “Go on, back to bed. I’ll bring everything in to you.”

-       She pouted though she obeyed, dragging her feet back to their bedroom with her husband looking after her as she went. She had taken to wearing his work shirts to bed, large as they were on her and after the first couple of times of her doing it, he finally understood the intrinsic appeal of a woman in her man’s shirt.

-       She was awakened by a soft caress of his hand against her shin, his other hand balancing the heavy tray as if it were nothing but paper. Frowning, MC covered her face with the blanket and muttered “Five more minutes!”.

-       The blankets were pulled away from her until her torso was bared, the cold air nipping at her skin. MC opened her eyes and grunted as she reluctantly forced herself awake.

-       MC sat against the headboard trying to hide her sleepiness as he laid the tray over her thighs, the smell of the fresh pancakes and the sweet tang of strawberries hitting her as she felt her stomach grumble and her mouth water. He couldn’t cook much but his pancakes were divine and she could have lived off the stuff for the rest of her life if he just let her.

-       They fed each other, giggling stupidly and laughing outright when cream or syrup dribbled down their chin. They sipped at their tea as MC snuggled into the crook of his arm, her head blocking the very centre of the weekend paper he was trying his best to read. Funnily enough, he didn’t have the heart to ask her to move, finding the back of her head supremely interesting. Much more than current world events at any rate.

-       Somehow, between reading and scraping the plate for the last remnants of sweetness, their lips found each other and soon they were rolling around on their large bed and taking turns in who could stay dominant the longest. A contest they seemed to have started not long after their wedding night. Jumin usually won. Usually.

-       MC laughed at her husband’s dazed look as she jumped off of him and wandered about the house, still only dressed in his shirt.

-       He found her on the couch on her back, legs bent to help prop up the book she was reading. Smiling, Jumin chose a book from the small pile he had on the side table and sat beside her, not surprised when he felt her wriggle up to lay her head on his lap.

-       His hands would always be on her in some way. For the longest time as they read, their free hands would tangle amongst each other’s, their fingers playing mindlessly just enjoying the feel of their touch. Other times he would run his hand through the length of her hair that was spread across his thighs, he would twist the smooth strands between his fingertips and relished in the comfort it brought to them.

-       She read passages aloud from her book that she thought he would enjoy, putting on the voices she thought each character would have to make him laugh. Not stopping until his smile turned into hearty guffaws with him bending over and clutching at his sides. (If there was one thing she aimed to do every day, it was to make her husband laugh so hard he would almost cry. From making funny faces whilst she brushed her teeth to tickling him ((which always resulted in a tickle war)), MC revelled in the sound of Jumin’s unbridled laughter).

-       Their day ended with a glass of wine (or two!) and the sweet words of goodnight as they climbed into their unmade bed, the rumpled bedspread welcoming them back.

-       Jumin wrapped his long arms around his wife, keeping her safe and warm. MC kissed his brow before nuzzling him tenderly and whispering ‘I love you’. A nightly ritual. Theirs.

  Sunday 18th of September, 2022 Married for under 6 years.

-       They woke up early, not because their body clocks told them to, but because there were two rambunctious children jumping up and down on their bed at 7am in the morning.

-       Jumin wearily looked over to MC who seemed like she was still dreaming, a dazed smile on her face as she watched their son and daughter talk a million miles a minute as the bounced from one side of the bed to the other. “You’re smiling dear,” he grinned as he scratched at his eye with the back of his hand, stifling a loud yawn. “Mhmm… I dreamt that this was how I was going to be woken up.” “Was it a good dream or a bad dream?” he joked throwing her a lopsided smile as he propped himself on his elbows, his eyes tracking the kids as they laughed and chased each other around their bed. “I… you know what… I don’t know. I liked the part where I was sleeping. I liked the part about the kids. I disliked the waking up part.” “I also disliked the waking up part.”

-       Slowly but surely the kids managed to get their parents up and out of bed. It may have taken both Taemin and Aeri pulling on their father’s arm and leg before the man submitted, but the moment he was up, Taemin grabbed his hand and marched straight into the kitchen. “It’s Sunday! Sunday is pancake day! You said you would teach me this time Daddy!” “Ahhh, so I did. So I did.”

-       Aeri climbed into bed with her mother who had pretended to fall back asleep, only to shriek seconds later when cold little fingers found their way under her pyjama top and tried their best to shock her awake. “You cheeky little monkey!” MC screeched as she set upon tickling her daughter, she high pitched laughs filling the bedroom. “D-Daadddyy!!! Heeelpp!!! Ma-mama’s tickling… hahah… meeee!” “Daddy’s making breakfast- there’s no helping you now!!! ONLY ME AND MY REVENGE!” MC boomed dramatically as she doubled her attacks, the little girl writhing and laughing so loud that Elizabeth the third woke up and threw them a dirty look before leaving the room. The mother and daughter looked at each other and smiled before MC placed a kiss on her daughter’s head, their impromptu morning workout more than enough to wake her up. “Come on, let’s help your father and brother, hmm?”

-       In matching aprons, Jumin and Taemin made quick work of the batter and were already halfway through cooking the prettiest looking pancakes MC had ever seen. MC picked up her daughter and slung her over her hip as she pointed out all the different china sets they had, asking for her help to choose. Did you want the plain white? No. How about the pretty white with the gold trim- oh… okay no. Well how about the… you want us to all eat from your kiddie plates? The bright neon plastic plates that your father had a coronary buying because it looked too cheap for his children? You want him to eat off that?… Okay.

-       Grabbing all the necessary tableware, MC set them in front of her daughter who was ready and eager to eat.

-       MC set the table (the coffee table in the lounge, a Sunday-only tradition) and decided to make pretty swans out of the napkins… as ridiculous as they looked with the plastic plates, happily humming along… only to realise she had gone two whole minutes without Aeri asking her how or why she was doing something. Looking up to her once energy filled daughter, who not only five minutes ago was laughing and jumping around… was dozing off, her eyes blinking slowly as her head started to loll forward. “Aeri…” “Hmmm” “Did you want to have more of a sleepy honey?” “N-no! I’m good! I want pancakes!”

“Are you sure? We can save you some-” “TAEMIN WILL EAT ALL THE BEST ONES!” “He will not-” “She’s right. I will,” her son quipped as he held up a plate stacked high with pancakes.

-       Jumin looked over his small family and smiled as he shook his head, his children bickering amongst themselves over which pancakes they wanted, whichever Taemin chose Aeri wanted, convinced he had the best one- the two almost teetered into an argument before he quickly placed almost a whole punnet of strawberries on his daughter’s plate, the argument instantly forgotten as she began to munch on her favourite fruit.

-       The Han family sat around the table, Jumin on the sofa with Taemin and MC on the floor with Aeri in between her legs; laughing at each other’s stories with food still in their mouths and fingers sticky with syrup.

-       MC watched on from her place braiding Aeri’s hair, her husband and son conversing very seriously over the merits of using chocolate chips over strawberries in the pancakes and couldn’t help but smile. Jumin caught her eye and quirked an eyebrow in silent question at her serene expression, holding her gaze as Taemin continued to chatter on.

-       They didn’t realise it, how quickly things had changed. Romance taking a backburner to change diapers. Her fancy dresses and pearls exchanged for comfy clothing she could run after her children in and could afford to get dirty without breaking down and crying (like that haute couture dress Jumin had commissioned for her… that Taemin had promptly threw up on just an hour before the Prime Minister’s ball). They were the best changes. There were no regrets.

-       After lazing about not doing much at all, Aeri had decided she wanted to do her mother’s hair and Taemin wanted to practise his reading, both parents acquiescing to their children’s simple demands; relishing the attention their children lavished upon on them, craved from them. Jumin and MC both recognised that their time with their babies was short and that they would cherish every moment they had with them as they did with each other.

-       The dishes were left on the table, forgotten as the couple snuggled on the couch as they watched their kids play with blocks (a gift from Zen), stuffed animals (Yoosung), jigsaw puzzles (godfather V) and read along to fairytale audio books (Aunty Jaehee).

-       After hours of playing quietly indoors, their energy could no longer be contained; both young children ran outside to play in the rose gardens with a new flying contraption that played hide and seek with them (Saeyoung or Saeran made that one), their joyous shrieks and giggles wafting up to the house.

-       MC clambered up to watch over them from the balcony, leaning over the railing to get as close to them as she could. Right there before them, their love and life’s work in their children’s perfection. Billions of dollars could never compare to having a family of their own. For moments spent in bed being woken up against their will, to never having a moment’s peace, the petty arguments and the laughter. Oh the laughter. She was the richest woman in the world by the laughter she had in her life alone.

-       She felt two strong arms wrap around her, a pointed chin digging into her shoulder. The smell of mint and strawberries permeating her senses, warmth seeping into her back as Jumin held her to him, a small noise of contentment rolled in the base of his throat as he hung on to her.

-       She leant into the touch for a few minutes, his body feeling so right next to hers, before a shrill squeak of laughter pierced her calm and brought her falling back to reality. Patting Jumin’s hands that rested atop her ribs just below her breasts, she awkwardly turned her head and kissed him on the side of the mouth, mumbling something about needing to clean the dishes and the lounge before disentangling herself from his grasp.

-       Taking two steps away from him MC was quickly pulled back by the catch of her wrist, to find herself trapped within the clutches of one Jumin Han, a soft smile on his face as he peppered the side of her face with butterfly kisses so faint it felt like he merely traced his lips against her skin. “Five more minutes,” he whispered into her ear as he turned his attention back to the playing kids out in the garden.

-       MC nodded and linked her arms around his waist as she too turned to watch their son and daughter, the couple laughing at their innocent antics.

“Mummy! Daddy! Come down! Play with us!” they chorused, as they waved them down, both children beaming brighter than the sun. Jumin and MC gave each other a side long glance before MC tapped him on the shoulder, bounding away from him with a cheeky look on her face. “You’re It! Come find me!” she cackled as she ran downstairs to join their children.

-       Jumin rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his hair as he watched MC rally with the kids to get him down and playing with them, the love of his life bouncing from side to side to get warmed up.

-       He chuckled to himself as he walked down to meet them. He would always find his wife. When was that woman going to learn. “One, two, three, four… you all better be hiding… five… six… I can hear you giggling from here Aeri… seven, eight, nine… nine and a quarter… I can see your foot Taemin… nine and a half… ten. Ready or not, here I come!”

-       Hardly a minute passed before MC felt the same arms wrap around her middle, and a kiss pressed to her throat. “Found you.” “Never doubted you for a second.”

-       Taemin and Aeri came out of hiding after ten minutes of not hearing from either their mother or their father, only to find them on the side of the house locked in a passionate embrace, completely oblivious to anything around them.

-       “EWWWWW GROSS!”

-       As they broke apart, light blushes gracing their cheeks from being caught out, MC apologised and told them to hide again, this time she would be the one to look for them. The kids forgiving them easily (it was a daily occurrence in their household, it was nice to see mummy and daddy in love… disgusting though it was) as they ran off noisily, MC already knowing their hiding spots just from the rustling of the plants they hid behind.

“Go on honey, I’ll find you.”

“I know you will.”

-       Jumin kissed her brow and squeezed his arms around her ever so slightly. This was their life now. Their family. Theirs.

[nebou]

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