Animals | Jumin Han
This request was a complete pain in the ass and boy am I going to complain about it, however, to the lovely anon who requested it, thank you! I do in fact take song requests and I’m glad you’ve enjoyed yourself so far. I'm so sorry this has taken literal months, but as I am just about to explain, there's a reason as to why. Now, for the muffin rant. Swearing abound.
First of all, my tumblr decided to fuck itself. I couldn’t edit it when I was on my laptop, which is how and when I write and then what I did write on my phone didn’t save. So I’d write it and there’d be nothing fucking there. To add insult to injury it just meant I didn’t want to write and there’s been five drafts of this is as a result. Secondly, there was no way to fix this problem and I had to screenshot it which really was the butter on the biscuit. I eventually just gave up and wrote it traditionally in several notebooks and frankenstenied them together, which made it take even longer because each draft was on separate pieces of paper in random notebooks. Plus, as you’re about to see, this song is inherently sexual and as I don’t write NSFW, had to adapt it around that so it ended up nothing like the song at all, so I wasn’t happy with the end result anyway. https://genius.com/Maroon-5-animals-lyrics this is what I used for reference. I was not very happy with it, I don’t like writing unhealthy relationships really because I do not want to promote them in anyway but... here we are. *sigh*
Summary: you didn't think it would end this way. you didn't think Jumin was like this, but you keep coming back anyway
Warnings: bad endings for Jumin (I did a cool thing called mixing them), unhealthy relationship, swearing, possessiveness, DO NOT TAKE THIS AS A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP IT IS NOT AT ALL.
Everything Zen said about men you hadn’t believed, especially when it came to Jumin. Everything in the chatroom was gentlemanly, cute in an oblivious you’ve-clearly-never-liked-someone way. Maybe the alarm bells should’ve started ringing because no one could ever be that put together, but he was and that was enough for him to catch your attention.
Then... then it started to go downhill when he logged into the chatroom and told you his father wanted him to get married. To someone he didn’t know, someone you’d never heard of.
Something switched, something you couldn’t predict. First, it was his cat. His beloved cat was everything to him but it really did become his everything. Clearly everything was too much and you just wanted to help.
You shouldn’t have. Because, if you hadn’t, you would’ve been able to leave him. Leave him to sort through his emotions, leave him to work out what he really wanted.
“Jumin,” you said, once you entered his house for the first time. “I’m so glad I got to meet you. It’s a lot different in person, isn’t it?”
A dangerous twinkle flickered in his eye. At the time, you hadn’t caught it, but you would soon learn what it was. What it meant. “Very, MC.”
It seemed like a dream, staying by his side. Even he seemed content with you in his house, in his space. In fact, it was easy to fall into something as soon as you stepped foot into the house. Perhaps you should have thought it was too easy, but you were enraptured.
The cat went missing and you understood well enough that you had to help him feel better in anyway you could. That was why you never said anything when he got possessive like that. A smile would placate him.
You would look wonderful in a cage, my dear.
WTF?
Jumin... why don’t you come to the kitchen? I’m very good at making tea.
So you avoided it.
The collar they want me to wear is so uncomfortable. Honestly, can’t they see it might damage my neck and then no one would want to watch me on stage.
Zen, no one actually thinks that. Besides it’s part of the act.
Collars are so ugly.
I think a collar would suit you, MC.
Seriously!?
And avoided it.
“MC, dearest, I was thinking that it would help me a lot more if you stayed here from now on. I don’t want you to leave here, not without me. Just in case something happens.”
All you did was nod. “If it helps you.”
You ignored it all, you believed it would help. And then. And then.
The only thing you wanted was some groceries, you had mentioned that you were running low. It had begun when you picked up cooking as a hobby. With little to do without Jumin there, you tried everything to cut into the boredom. Cooking did that for you and Jumin was more than happy to come home to dinner and walk out the door with homemade lunch, if only to indulge you. Truthfully, you had no idea if he ate it, but Jaehee had said it made him rather more tolerant of meetings since you started.
Surely he could allow you out for a moment, couldn’t he? It wouldn’t even be for long, if you brought someone with you, he would let you.
“No,” he sighed. “I’ll just send someone for you.”
You weren’t expecting an outright no. “Jumin, please. I’m going crazy in here. I won’t be gone long.”
“I said no MC, I’ll send someone else. I don’t want you leaving the house.”
“But Jumin—”
“No MC! God, how many times do I have to tell you before you get it?”
That was when you knew you had to leave. Had you encouraged him too much in his possessiveness? Or had you been to flimsy with your stance on staying at home? Should you have been sterner? More defensive?
None of that mattered, you just had to leave. Slowly, you backed away from him. It seemed he realised that he had messed up because he moved towards you with his slow, assured steps. Like he knew you’d go back to him. No, no you wouldn’t. You couldn’t.
“Just—Just go. Go to work.”
He stopped in his tracks, analysing you. For a moment, you saw his brows furrow, some sort of a pout making its way onto his face. Clearly he was trying to make you feel a little bad and it would usually work except you adverted your eyes quick as. Finding yourself staring at the cage you couldn’t help but think about the one you were trapped in.
Eventually, he left. Not before he tried to press a kiss to your cheek but you managed to dodge it, an unimpressed ‘hmph’ leaving you. Once he was gone, you desperately tried to argue your way out of the penthouse with his bodyguards. You weren’t expecting much, but they must’ve heard you or they could see how much you wanted to leave, because with a nod to each other, they let you out.
Pulling out your phone, you called a familiar number.
“Y’ello?”
“Seven, get me out of here, please.”
Graciously, Seven had let your into his home. After hours of hysterical crying to Seven and the maid(?) at his home and several phone calls to Zen and Jaehee, you had come to your conclusion. You would go to the party and then you would leave the RFA.
V, who Seven had called, had only tried half heartedly to make you stay. Somewhere, it seemed he realised that you should’ve left far before you actually did. Yoosung had tried harder, but that was only because you couldn’t explain it to him. It wasn’t that you couldn’t trust him with it, you just...
Seven was a gracious host, he even offered to make sure to fully block Jumin from your phone but you thought you wouldn’t need it. Honestly, you weren’t prepared for the full onslaught of texts from him you inevitably got sent your way.
MC
MC
MC, please, I really didn’t mean to upset you.
I don’t want to do anything to cause you to make any rash decisions.
I’ll see you tomorrow, we can discuss this then.
You didn’t know what was more uncomfortable: the fact that he wanted you to stay and was willing to back down simply to have you return or the fact that you knew it wouldn’t take much for you to go back. It seemed Seven agreed and frowned at the messages. “We’ll make sure he doesn’t get you alone.”
If that was your main concern, everything would have been so much better.
The party began and you made sure to keep a tight hold on Seven’s arm. Jumin had sort of up ended the whole affair and the paparazzi at every turn made your stomach churn. It was just so wonderfully him and that was completely the problem.
Actually seeing his face, his hair slightly styled compared to how it usually look, made you freeze on the spot. Seven seemingly mistook it for fear, and it was to some degree, but you could feel your blood pump faster, your heart rate spike. “MC, we can go back if you want. We only need to be here for a bit.”
“It’s okay Seven, I’ll be alright.”
His speech was nothing amazing. Not at first. It was simply a statement, the truth and exposing the women for what they were—fraudsters. If they hadn’t gotten you into this whole mess, you might have only given them a slight frown, something disapproving. But that wasn’t the case. They’re disruption at his house, their continued pushiness for Jumin to marry Sarah had made him go almost insane in his own house. You scowled.
Then, just as their shrill voices rose to a crescendo, Jumin spoke over them, crystal clear as usual. “MC.”
Everyone was suddenly turned your way. Both Seven and Zen moved slightly in front of you. “Move back, we—”
“Let me go, I’ll... I’ll be fine. Get it out of the way.”
You stepped out from behind them, nodding your head to Jumin as his eyes watched you make your way closer to him. Sharp, grey and full of something—something animalistic. It was like a predator, watching its prey wander closer to the trap it had laid.
As you got closer, Jumin continued. “This wonderful person has organised this entire party for us and has revitalised the RFA into something new. MC is the one who has my heart, not you.”
It was a scathing remark to both Sarah and Glam. But you were practically in front of him now. The small little stage that had been set up had him towering over you and you looked up at him. There was a satisfied smile on his face, like he knew exactly what he was doing. And to some end, he probably did.
He only had to ask and he knew exactly that.
“I am so sorry you have had to put up with those women.” He never stopped looking at you, keeping your gaze directly on him. “It was not right. We just need another try, without them.”
At that, he stepped away from the microphone and stepped down to you, taking your hand. You could hear Seven and Zen shout, hear their anger as they stormed their way to you. But you simply turned around and held up a hand. “You really mean that? No more of this week, ever again?”
“I promise.”
“Then okay. I’ll... We can try a normal date, alright?”
His face lit up. You should’ve known then that this week would always be a pattern. That he would always be like this and you would always come back.
However, as he smiled down at you, it was hard to think about that.
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now that the show is over, i’m slowly revisiting things that are less fundamentally dysfunctional and more symptoms of the overall problems. one of those is hephaestus. the way his disability is so… reduced is. almost incredible. like, they started off on the right foot casting a disabled man, i appreciate that, but the way they utilize hephaestus’ disability, or rather don’t, leaves a lot of room to be desired.
first off, allow me to be annoying by saying he is not there in the book—but i don’t think the decision to add him is inherently a poor choice. it could work.
in the lightning thief, the way the kids get out of his trap is through annabeth’s intelligence in an action-packed scene. in the show, i was alright with the fact they changed the trap—foolishly assuming they were going to actually make something different of equal craftsmanship—but the end result is one of many instances of sacrifice way too early in the series, and an utterly underwhelming solution to that sacrifice—annabeth literally just asks hephaestus to free percy and. he does? i thought she was going to figure out how to reverse the throne’s trap; while she’s not a child of hephaestus, you’d think a child of athena with a passion for architecture would have some understanding of mechanics. it would have been different from the book, maybe not the best approach, but still emotionally satisfying. but alright, we’re… making an emotional appeal to hephaestus. putting aside my feelings about her rant of what exactly it is that makes percy different and worth freeing, why is the show’s hephaestus… so generally underwhelming?
my man was tossed from the fucking heavens by a parent—in pjo it’s hera—they could have visually used that to show hephaestus, like annabeth, does not want to repeat his mother’s cold and selfish ways. but he’s just. alright, first just look at these two guys.
before we get to the meat and potatoes, tell me which of these two guys look like they’ve spent a millennia in a workshop? the guy covered in grease and sweat, dressed in a stain-littered apron, tool belt at his side, muscle built for lifting heavy parts and swinging a hammer century after century? or the man with a neatly brushed, trimmed, washed beard and head of hair, clean hands, remarkably unstained sweater and flannel, crisp, new overalls, and academic-looking glasses? which looks to you like the embodiment of blacksmiths and the flame of the forge? yeah. but that can all be lumped in with my other wardrobe complains of the show, now we get to the section of this post where i would like to tread lightly.
i want to start by saying not all disability is visual, or even overtly visual, but hephaestus’ is and that visual is important to his character and the story. as a disabled person, i love that they cast a disabled actor, but based on how it was handled in the show, i had no idea this man was disabled. i thought he was an able bodied actor, and i am so sorry i came to that conclusion, but i really see no other one i could have come to based purely on what was in the show itself. i had to google who timothy omundson is to know he’s disabled and with what disability (he suffered a stroke that left him paralyzed on his left side in 2017 and has been in recovery ever since—godspeed my man, i hope it helps where it can). i am so glad it was a disabled actor and not an able bodied one, but he’s still not hephaestus. while obviously no mortal has fallen from the heavens, i think they could have made it work, but a man who’s had a stroke and a man who’s had his body crushed are not the same. i am not here to belittle this man’s experiences or say one is more severe, i am saying they are different, and not interchangeable.
regardless, a disability that is visual is no less than one that is invisible and timothy omundson’s paralysis is visual, but it was hidden. it was NOT clear to the audience timothy omundson is paralyzed, or that he is disabled at all. the gods can appear however they choose, but it’s a point that hephaestus generally does not, or his disability is implied to be such a hindrance on him, no matter how he chooses to appear, he cannot escape his disability, how glaringly visible it is. his body itself is a story of how the gods betray each other, how they literally eat each other alive and are so hypocritical about it. think of how impactful the visual of hephaestus is—has a parent ever rejected your existence so violently, your divine body is broken and disfigured for all eternity? it is a brutal establishment of the godly norm as ruthless, cruel, and petty abuse. and the show, for all its talk of how the gods are awful, just did not highlight his disability and its origins it at all.
again, i think including hephaestus in this scene could have worked, but not how the show went about it. imagine. annabeth, desperately fiddling with the throne’s inner workings, makes her emotional appeal to hephaestus. he’s partly obscured by shadow as he stands, watching from afar on the balcony, but we see a gnarled hand grasp the railing. annabeth, still pulling back the machine’s inner workings, tearfully describes how her mother punished her for embarrassing her. as she does, we receive a few close up shots of hephaestus, still leaving him mostly in the dark, but providing peeks at his disfigurements, and a hesitant but pained look in his eyes tells us he is reliving painful memories—a conflicted bead of sweat runs down the side of his face. it wouldn’t cost any more run time to use these shots while annabeth makes her plea to him, and the disability is in the spotlight, the parallel between athena/hera and annabeth/hephaestus is clear as a younger, more hopeful version of this emotionally broken man begs him to help her be different than both their mothers.
free my friend, she says. and for a moment, he just shakes. he opens his mouth, and annabeth—and the audience—lean forward to hear his reply. but then his face crumples with regret and resentment. he is still apart of the same wheel that crushes everyone in their path—if he, a god, could not escape, why would a demigod? why should a demigod?
no, the god of the hammer tells annabeth, you cannot escape.
annabeth, in her hubris, replies, maybe you can’t—and we cut to her hands, tearing away a gear to reveal a switch—realization flashes across her face, and she grasps the trap’s mechanical release. percy is free, and hephaestus, in his misplaced anger, unleashes more of his creations (mechanical spiders!!) after them, mirroring the book as the kids use quick-thinking to escape waterland.
it’s not perfect, but that would work. instead, they finally show a god rather than just talking about them and it’s so underwhelming. and yes, this hephaestus carries a cane, clearly the potential to show front his disability was there, but you cannot throw me table scraps and tell me my frustration at not receiving the feast i was promised is unfounded. it’s laughable. most of the time it’s on screen it’s not in use and there isn’t even reference in the show as to why he carries a cane. casual viewers unfamiliar with the books or greek mythology might mistakenly assume this is just how this god chose to present himself and he doesn’t need this cane, and not that disability is at the core of who this divine figure is. it is NOT clear to the audience this is a disabled character played by a disabled actor. it is, indefensibly, a watered down depiction. what in the book needed to be ‘fixed’ with hephaestus—? this is a disabled god, you dare not give him to me in all his disabled complexity? you dare not show him as he is?
one of the most insulting things you can do to a disabled person is reduce our disability and the show has done it to the greek god of disability, with such a cheap payoff. if they did not want to be true to hephaestus, to his actor, they should not have shown him at all, and maybe—i don’t know, stuck to the book whose narrative makes sense in this scene?
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