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all i want is to marry jumin han and run interference for him at every dinner he has to have with his dad and his dads new girlfriend like i worry that jumin is so sweet and diligent and hardworking there isn’t much I can give him but what i can do is pull chairman hans new girl aside for “girl talk” and pretend to like literally anyone for the express purpose of jumin getting to spend more genuine quality time with his dad. i don’t think chairman han is a bad dad he just losses himself when it come to girls

NOOOO BUT FR CHAIRMAN HAN SOUNDS SO SWEET LIKE HE JUST WANTS REAL LOVE I DON'T GET HOW EVERYONE HATES HIM

HE DOESSS. he's done very questionable things but when he's outside of jumins route, all he wants is to find love 😭😭

i want to run jumins shoulders

i want him to sit on the floor in front of the couch while i massage his shoulders and he tells me about some absolute jackleg trying to do business with C&R and making jumins life harder

i want him to relax against my legs as his head falls back into my lap and he smiles up at me saying “thank you for listening my love” and then chuckling when i blush before leaning down to kiss him

i believe that jumin and I have the same core desire

perhaps this is a delusion, something i’ve invented to feel closer to a character i adore but i’d like to share anyone perhaps someone out there will relate

i believe jumin wants to be seen. really seen not simply looked at. i believe so many people have looked at him and assumed they see him and moved on that he feels unbearably lonely. to be seen is a rare thing. to have someone see us as we are no facades or assumptions, no role to play or weakness to hide that is a gift. jumin locks away his emotions so often that he is never seen. people label him and never look beyond that label. he is told to be strong, cordial, professional, mature and he is. he puts on those traits like a shield wears them like a cape and suddenly no one can see him.

jumin wants to be seen in a world that is filled to the brim with people to busy or blind to try.

i connect with jumin because i would like to be seen but like him i have no idea how to go about it.

i call jumin. i tell him that today i had a 70 yr old patient hit on me. i tell him he made inappropriate comments and stood between me and the door. i tell him how uncomfortable i was. how much i wanted to just go home after ward.

he’s there faster than anyone and he’s holding me. i can feel him shaking with anger as i cry into his chest. he tells the doctors at my office and because he is a man, because he is wealthy and smart and professional they listen and suddenly i am not required to do work ups not required to be alone in dark rooms with men who make me scared. men who tell me that a 44 year age gap is fine and that they have “experience”. i don’t have to try to ask them about their medication only for them to tell me that they’ve never needed “the little blue pill”

jumin stands up for me and that night he holds me rubbing my back and pressing chaste kisses to the top of my head. he lets me sleep in my warmest pajamas and doesn’t push me to do anything i’m not comfortable with. he gives me time and space and understanding. he doesn’t blame me or tell me he’s proud of me for NOT doing something bad to the man he doesn’t ask why i didn’t do more. he makes me feel safe again. he reminds me that my worth isn’t in the “services” i can provide. my value isn’t my gender and i don’t deserve that treatment.

stressful day jumin drabble

“darling?”

“hmmm?”

“would you care to explain those?” Jumin asked, pointedly eyeing the band aides that covered 7 of my fingers.

“oh um would you believe accidental needle sticks at work?”

“I would not”

“what about rampant stray kitten nibbles?”  he chuckled pulling my hand to his lips to gently kiss at them.

“try again my dear” he said teasingly

“I don’t know I guess today was kinda stressful and nervous habits die hard ya know?” I mumble carefully avoiding his eyes as he stops to kiss every bandages finger.

“biting your nails again? And they’re bleeding what has you so worked up?”

“well a patient today he made some really … explicit comments and he kept wanting to stand between me and the door instead of sitting in the exam chair. He… he made me really uncomfortable.” Jumin brow furrowed at that and I grimaced as his hands tightened around my sore fingertips. He dropped my hands suddenly at the sight of my pain gently pulling me into his arms by the shoulders.

“darling I am so sorry you had to endure that. I will be having a word with the doctors at your office about how they choose to protect their staff” I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped my lips at his statement. “darling?”

“you’re so wonderful you know that?” I say nuzzling further into him and wrapping my arms around him in turn.

“you have mentioned that before” he chuckled kissing the top of my head

“you don’t have to talk to the doctors just maybe could I come to work with you tomorrow? I could stay in your office and read. I just I really want to spend the day with you.”

“we could both stay home tomorrow if you prefer”

“no I” I paused blushing a bit and thanking the lord I was still buried in his chest to hide my embarrassment “I like watching you work”

I woke early to the sound of Jumins voice a room away. I stretched and felt my neck and shoulders pop before venturing out into the world. as I began crawling out from under the soft blankets I heard a disgruntled “murrrrr” that alerted me to the presence of Elizabeth the 3rd, angry at being jostled. I giggled sitting up fulling to gently scratch at her chin earning an appreciative purr of forgiveness.

“darling did you still want to come to C&R with me?” Jumin asked standing in the doorway smiling softly.

“if you don’t mind. I don’t want to be in the way I’ll bring a book to read and my phone so that I won’t bother you too much.”

“you could never bother me my dear” he says the gentle sound of his voice caressing me. I could drown in that voice if I wasn’t careful, its warmth and depth a was both a comfort and a trap I knew too well. “if you’ll be accompanying me today you should get ready soon I unfortunately have a morning meeting with a potential acquisition.” I controlled the urge to ask him to repeat himself just so I could hear his voice again and crawled across the bed toward him. As I felt the strap of my nightgown slip from my shoulder I saw him avert his gaze. Whether this was because of what had happened to me yesterday or simply because even after 3 months of marriage he was at his core a gentleman I had no idea, but it made me smile none the less.

“Jumin have you” I paused gathering my nerves before pushing forward “have you showered yet?” his eye’s flickered to my face then down to the strap of my nightgown. He took s few strides forward to meet me at the edge of the bed his hand coming up to fix the night gown. at such a short distance I could see the pink tint to his cheeks. “because if you haven’t then maybe we could” I left the sentence hanging as I stood spreading my hands across his shoulders.

“it may hurt if you tried to wash your hair yourself with your fingers in such a state.” He said simply and he was not wrong the bandages from yesterday would have to be removed and soap on the still healing wounds would sting. All things considered though the excuse was flimsy and we both knew it. My hair was washed just yesterday it wouldn’t need washing until tomorrow and yet, between his hands settling upon my hips and the deep honeyed sound of his chuckle there was no way I could protest.

Jumin: *gossips about Yoosung’s love life for days*

MC: so anyway Jumin, how’s your love life?

Jumin, whom I will always headcanon as a virgin: you?? Dare to gossip??? About such trivial matters?? Ridiculous.

MC: …..

Jumin: Anyway let’s gossip about Zen and Jaehee’s obsession with him.

all i’m saying is jumin han would absolutely listen to ramble for hours about my latest hyper fixation.

imagine sharing your head cannons with him and showing him all the evidence for it and he just validates you loving this thing

imagine sitting next to him on the couch playing on your laptop and saying “I’m pretty sure chica has an eating disorder” and without missing a beat he says “chica is the one you told me runs the gym and the bakery correct? the one that eats out of the garbage despite being a robot?” and you know he’s never once played the games or read the books no this is all info he remembers JUST BY LISTENING TO YOU! and he asks confirming questions because he knows you enjoy talking about it. imagine.

honestly the invite a vampire to the party and mimic a soap opera to avoid first kiss jitters is exactly the chaotic energy I fell in love with

The fact that The Great Jumin Han, the stoic, silver spooned, “coldhearted” robot, has a good amount of knowledge regarding both romance novels and Soap Operas, gives me life.

He is seen as the most sane/levelheaded of the group, but he is so purely chaotic in such a nonchalant way, that I’m absolutely destroyed whenever he’s in chat.

“waking up at 6:30 am on a weekend just to write this was worth it”

OP waking up a 5:30 AM on a weekend and staying awake just too read this was also VERY worth it!!

The Worth of Gifts

This is basically a love letter to Jumin because that one line that he said in his route lives in my head rent-free. Waking up at 6.30 am on the weekend just to write this was worth it.

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"I have brought a couple of things for you, my love," Jumin rushed in a flurry of cold wind as he entered the bedroom that you shared together, his navy blue coat billowing behind him. He settled down a horde of shopping bags on the bed that you were lounging on. They had lined both his arms up to his elbows and you found it curious that he was doing the hard work alone, without the presence of a trailing assistant nearby.

You had been on your phone engrossed in your favourite TV series when Jumin came in. Immediately, you sat up straight and scanned the bags of different colours and sizes that were strewn across the bedding. "A couple of things?" You raised your eyebrows at him. "I don't think I would define it that way. Which dictionary are you using? Maybe I should get one too to understand you better."

"A dictionary? I'm afraid I don't have one ready at my disposal. I calibrated my purchase decision based on the number of things I wish to give you, and these barely count towards anything." Jumin was about to expound on it more when he saw your face lighting up with mischief. "Ah, you were teasing me."

You gave him a playful shrug. "Maybe?"

"I see." His lips curved into a sly smile that matched your own.

You took account of the things he got you. They were things you had mentioned in passing or had pinned on your Pinterest boards and saved in your wish list. It was astonishing that he remembered everything. That he remembered and thought to gift them to you because he thought it would make you happy.

Throughout your life, all you wanted was to be known, to be seen by someone who loved you and someone whom you loved back. And here he was, showing you how much he knew you so casually as if it was a given. This love language of his, although it overwhelmed you at first, was something you could learn to get used to in time. You had never been pampered lavishly before, but hey, there was a first time for everything.

"Jumin, love," you started.

"Yes, darling?"

"Why did you get me so many things?" You looked at him in awe. "I appreciate everything you bought me. I mean, do you know how long I've longed for these?" You shook your head while peeking into the bags. "You are something else, Jumin. But I have to wonder, why of this magnitude?"

"This isn't anything. I can do so much more for you."

"I know, but why?" You pressed, genuinely curious.

Jumin wasn't one who would deflect from sensitive questions that came from his beloved. Like you, he wanted you to know everything about him. He was secretly relieved that the both of you shared the same desire. He couldn't imagine being with someone who couldn't care less about his more vulnerable side.

"If you must know, it's because that's what everyone expects from me since I was little," he said, his head tilted down almost imperceptibly. You didn't miss it, and you detected a slight tremble in his voice nearing the end of the sentence.

It tugged at your heartstrings seeing him like this. Carefully, you pushed aside the shopping bags and crawled towards him. You came to a kneel in front of him and swept your fingers through his tousled dark bangs. "You don't have to prove your love to me through material means. My love isn't something to be earned or bought. You deserve to be loved simply because you exist." You took a breath, diffusing the anger that burned in your chest at the unfair expectations Jumin had to live up to since he was young. No kid should ever shoulder that kind of responsibility, and that included corporate heirs. "I love you for being the Jumin that you are."

He raised his eyes on you, and you found his gaze faltering, unsure. It was a silent urge to go on. "Think about it. Think about how our relationship first developed. In the beginning, I was interested in you because you're smart and funny in the most unexpected ways. Then, I saw how caring you are towards your friends and family. How you offer unwavering support for them despite being the butt of their jokes most of the time." You brushed the back of your hand against his cheek and he leaned into your touch.

"I just did what I had to," he muttered.

You couldn't let Jumin throw out more self-undermining statements. For someone so confident and self-assured, it hurt to see that he felt the need to cover up this part of him before his own friends. "You have that sense of duty because you love us. Deny it as much as you want, but it doesn't diminish the truth. You know, it surprised me how non-judgmental you actually are despite the firm personal beliefs that you hold. You let other people be themselves, and that's what I want for you, especially when it comes to this relationship." Your hand found its way to the back of his neck, compelling him to raise his eyes to you. "Don't ever think that you can only be accepted if you provide enough things for me. You are enough. I'm happy with you even without them."

Jumin was silent. When you were talking with such ferocity, you didn't notice that you had inclined your body so close towards him, near enough that your noses were touching.

Jumin rested his forehead against yours. "How do you always know the right things to say?" he breathed out.

"I only see what is already in you." You pressed a brief, tender kiss on his lips, tasting the cold air from his earlier excursion outside.

"Thank you for reminding me of your love," Jumin said, his expression an earnest reflection of how he felt about you.

"You can always ask for one whenever you need it. I'm your endless supply of support."

"What would I have to give in exchange for this dubiously free support?"

You grinned. "Nothing, I'm naturally generous! Just press the button and I'll come running spewing out motivational speech. I won't stop until you wind me down."

"Wind you down," Jumin appeared to be in thought before continuing, "like this?" He stole a quick peck on your neck.

Instantly, you felt heat rising up your cheeks. "Hey! That'd just wind me up," you scoffed.

"Then I'd have to do it more often." He attacked you with tiny kisses all over your face, nose, chin, and jaw, and trailed down to your shoulder. You burst into laughter, pretending to pull away from him but bringing him down on the bed with you instead.

The shopping bags around you rustled. Jumin toppled on top of you and you could feel the fabric of his dress pants rubbing against your bare thighs. He was smiling and man, your heart was taking flight on its own. This beautiful, beautiful man. You could never get bored of looking at him. He was above Greek statues. He was real.

"I love you," Jumin said quietly.

"Funny. I feel the same way." You tapped on his nose. "But we probably should get these out of the way if we want to do more." You gestured at the sea of bags lying nearby and wiggled your eyebrows suggestively. "I don't want to ruin these gifts you procured for me with blood, sweat, and tears."

Jumin sighed. "Must we? I can just get the replacement for them later."

"We absolutely must."

"Fine." He was about to push himself back up when he halted. "Wait, I have to clarify. Do you mind if I still buy you things?"

You propped yourself up on your elbows. "Of course I don't. You're allowed to shower me with love, only don't do it to prove your worth to me."

Jumin took a second before replying. "Earlier, you expressed your wish to understand me, but you seem to have understood me well. Sometimes even better than I do myself." He chuckled to himself before training his eyes on you again. "I want to understand you deeper too if you would let me."

That wasn't even a question. "Once again, you're allowed, Jumin." You dragged him into another kiss, the mess around you be damned.

YES, JUMIN HAN. The game might be from 2016 but THIS MAN IS STILL IN MY MIND 24/7!!

Jumin Han is bae.

Ok legit the moment Jumin Han said weight is only numbers is the moment i had fallen in love with him. Damn y'all, weight doesn't matter, your health does and Jumin Han said that. We need to appreciate him more.