Can you do a fanfic of jumin and mc where mc is sad
I HC Jumin to be very sweet with his love, so to see her sad? Makes him sad, the sweet bby~
Add on: Sorry this is so late! I got caught up with things in my life. I’m in a nice Jumin mood so I hope this is good c:
Maybe work was awful. Maybe your morning started off horribly- maybe some commercial about a shelter with sad dogs and kittens on screen was on TV. Whatever it was, it didn’t matter.
You’d been feeling sad and Jumin could feel it. He wasn’t the most in tune with his own emotions most times. He still had a habit of pushing them away, despite you helping him open up. Old habits die hard. However, he was pretty in-tune with yours. You were his wife, how could he not be? He was determined to know what you were feeling, even more determined to make sure your emotions were nothing short of blissfully happy. It was all he wanted. Jumin adored you with every fiber of his being, so to sense that you’re feeling low? It kills him. It really does.
“Honey?”, he asks as he enters your shared home.
He gets no reply from you. You’re too immersed in staring at the TV, trying to drown out the low feeling crawling over you. It wasn’t working.
“MC?”, he calls out again, taking careful steps toward the sofa. He assumed you were laying across it since the TV was, and when he got closer he saw he was right. He could just feel some sort of sadness emitting from you. It wasn’t too subtle, but it wasn’t horribly obvious. It simply was, and he wanted it gone.
He would’ve done his best to obliterate said feeling this morning, but work had called him early. He was needed for something and so he had to leave you for some hours. He had been worried for you all day. Wondering what could be causing this feeling in you. He only hoped he wasn’t the cause.
You replied this time, a little hum slipping past your lips as he came to the front of the couch. He leaned forward, worry creasing his forehead as his brows furrowed. He wants to question you, but doesn’t. He now knows that sometimes asking just makes it all worse. Low moments just happen and sometimes they can’t be explained. He felt that this might be what was happening.
Instead of speaking again, he just loosens his tie, slips off his suit jacket and shoes and just crawls onto the couch. He feels as though he fits perfectly behind you- as if your form was absolutely made for him. Like two perfectly fitting puzzle pieces. He always thinks this, but he never grows tired of it. Jumin’s sure he never will.
Jumin remains silent as he wraps his arms around you, pressing his face into the back of your neck, letting your stray strands of hair tickle his face. He smiles when he feels you melt into him and let out the tiniest breath of content. It was so small you were sure he hadn’t heard it, but he had. He loved when you melted into his embrace like this, whether it be from behind or from the side or front. Your low mood still persisted, but it wasn’t as heavy with him here. Especially not when he was peppering any exposed skin along the back of your neck with sweet kisses. They were little butterfly kisses but they sent tingles along your skin. His soft breaths and gentle grip had that heavy feeling grow lighter. Your chest seemed to swell, immense love for this man holding you growing the more he embraced you and kissed your skin.
You loved him. You loved Jumin so much..
You loved him and he loved you, no matter how you were feeling or what was happening. He loved you from the start, even if it was rocky. He loved you then, and he loved you now. His love only grew each and every day and he made sure you knew. Not in the form of unnecessary gifts but words and actions. He showed you in the way he looked at you first thing in the morning. Loving you even with your messy bedhead and morning breath. He showed you by dropping by on his lunch break, using his free time to fix you both up a nice little lunch by himself- with his own two hands. He spoke those three special words every chance he got, no matter what.
He showed you his love by simply holding you in moments like this- by not questioning a thing and just holding you together.
He loved you. He loved you so much..
“Thank you..”, you murmured softly, closing your eyes and just turning into complete mush in his arms.
“Anything for my love..”, he hums, and it’s as if that low feeling never existed in the first place.
