Jumin's bitch ass simp

‘I’m sorry y/n’ he whispered. You were shocked into surrender, suffocated by the words the man you thought loved you had uttered. You stared at the man opposite you, too stunned to move.

‘Do you mean that?’ you ask, voice shamefully small, you were desperate, he was desperate. There was no remedying this, your relationship had crumbled into something less than dust, there was no life, no passion, no small talk. Just maybe if you could pinpoint a place when it all started going downhill just maybe- ‘We were never right for each other, we were just too different’ Jumin stated, his voice infuriatingly calm. ‘were’ the word wrung around in your head, it was over.

‘yeah I guess’ you stuttered slightly, cringing at how weak you sounded. The atmosphere was smothering you. ‘You know, a couple of months ago I couldn’t imagine a future without you’

‘Y/n- thats... thats not fair’ He hiccupped, tears threatening to fall ‘You promised Jumin.’ Feeling the familiar feeling of tears on your cheeks.  Silence filled the room, and neither of you dared to break it.

The scene was nothing short of idyllic, Jumin, lazily reading a book on the sofa, the fire pronouncing soft shadows on his face, one hand strewn down the side of the couch, the other resting on the corner of his book. You observed, seated opposite from him. His hair unkept, shirt creased. It seemed impossible that anyone could look as beautiful as he did in that moment. 

 “You have no idea do you?”

“Of what, my dear?” Jumin enquired, a playful edge to his voice, fully willing to engage in his wife antics. 

“Just how beautiful you are”

Jumin’s focus quickly left his novel at the utterance of those words, his eyes meeting yours. His face betrayed his emotions freely. He looked uncertain, afraid almost, and for a moment you said something that you shouldn’t have, perhaps struck a nerve, or an insecurity? This moment of anxiety was abruptly broken by his response.

“Do you mean that?” 

“Of course” you replied without thinking.

You couldn’t read the expression on his face, yet you were sure it was a serious one, as he wondered over to you, placing his book face down on the sofa, and made a few tentative steps over to where you were seated. He opened his mouth, as if to say something. Brows furrowed, you watched. “y/n, I- You don’t-”. His solemn expression was then replaced with a light hearted one. “Ahh.. alas, nothing compared to zen of course” He chuckled. You hit his arm lightly as a response. “You were saying something Jumin?”. He shook his head in response, “Nothing important my love”. You looked at him, unconvinced, yet with no desire to change his mind. 

“I love you Jumin”