#h:jun

He paced in front of Minji’s door several times before he bent down to knock on her door and slide the folded up piece of paper he had wrinkled in his anxiety underneath her door. He then resumed his pacing, waiting to see if she would read it and if she’d open the door at all.

Send “🚿” to join my muse while they are in the shower.

There were moments in their relationship where Minji would do tiny things that caught Jun off guard; not on purpose, mind you. Jun was just easily startled by the simplest of actions most couples would deem normal but since he was constantly in a state of “Shit, she actually married me,” everything she did was a reminder that she was wonderfully in his life.

This was one of those moments; one of those moments that made him freeze for a quick second, trying to allow his mind to properly react to simple gesture his wife had made without turning into blubbering goo.

In his defense, he never expected this to happen, honestly. He should have known she had something up her sleeve when she didn’t protest his wanting to take a quick shower before settling in for the night. But his mind didn’t work like that and when he felt the familiar arms encircle his waist he almost forgot where he was until the also familiar sensation of her skin against his was felt and his all-too-expected tense up occurred briefly. But as soon as it occurred, his shock had passed.

His head turned to glance over his shoulder as he gently spun around in her arms to face her, partly shielding her from the running water in spots.

“Babe?” Jun hums out, an attempt to get his wife’s attention as she trails behind him, her fingers barely wrapping around his. “Babe?” he calls out a bit louder, head turning to glance behind him, wondering if she was even looking at him.

She wasn’t. Her eyes were focused on an imaginary spot on the floor. Jun sighs, a click of his tongue following as he turns around and Minji bumps into him, not realizing he had even stopped walking.

Prompt: Comforting kisses: Jun walks into find Minji sitting on the bed, shoulders shaking, cheeks wet. Minji looks up, face looking stricken for a moment. Jun is shocked, and quietly says Minji’s name. At this, Minji breaks, face crumpling, and only barely has time to reach both hands out for Jun before he is there, kneeling at her feet. He takes her hands first, kissing their knuckles and palms. Then reaches up to hold her face, pressing soft kisses around her cheeks, her lips, murmuring “it’s okay” and “you’re alright” and “I’m here” in between.

“Hey,” Jun started as he walked in the door, head down. He ruffled his hair quickly, turning to close the door and setting his notebook down on the desk by the door. “They’re serving dinner now. It actually had a pleasant smell coming from the cafeteria. Wanna go grab a bi…te?” 

Jun had finally looked up to Minji sitting on her bed, legs pulled up against her chest, tear tracks on her cheeks and a look of horror on her face. She had forgotten to lock the door. She didn’t want him to see her like this. She didn’t want him to feel guilty. The door was supposed to be locked in case he showed up. The door. Was supposed. To be loc-

“Minji….. Minji, what’s-”

He could barely finish the question before she broke at the sound of her name coming from his lips. She reaches out for him, almost falling off the bed in the process and causing Jun to quickly jump over and help her stay steady on the mattress. His knees hit the floor, holding both her hands in his, light kisses being placed to the backs of each as a way to make sure she was okay from her near fall, placing her palms to his face to leave tiny kisses there, trying to get her to look at him. 

Her tears were falling even harder now. Was it from relief? Was it from embarrassment? Minji sure as hell didn’t know. Just that tears wouldn’t stop, that she couldn’t look at him. But each kiss was a little distracting, pulling her head up slightly, eyes opening to glance at him though all she could see was a black haired blur through her teary kaleidoscope. 

That was good enough for Jun. He wrapped her arms around his neck and climbed up on the bed with her, holding her face in his hands and leaving kisses everywhere: her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, her eyelids, her lips. He wanted her to know he was there, he was real, he had her. Each kiss carried his need for her to know he was there and he kept whispering in the breaths he took, not letting up on the kisses he left on her.

“I have you.

I’m right here.

It’s okay.

I love you.

Prompt: “I missed you” kisses: Long and relentless, holding their body close, arms wrapped completely around their waist. Minji burying her head in Jun’s neck and pressing kisses there too.

It was as if she knew it was him the moment he stepped through the door.

Maybe it was the way he held himself, slight slouch with an otherwise straight back. Or the tilt of his head as he started to scratch at a non-existent itch out of guilt and embarrassment. Or the quick chuckle before he announced his arrival. All Minji saw was a shadow from the corner of her eye but she knew it was him. And no sooner did Jun clear the doorway, she had attached herself to him, arms tight around his waist to pull him down just enough for to place her lips to his, completely cutting off whatever thought or apology for his absence he had, barely giving him the chance to close the door behind him.

Not only was it cut off, the thought was completely erased. He had almost forgotten how it felt when Minji put every feeling in her entire body on his lips. Anger, happiness, fear, and the intense and fierce longing from her missing him; he tasted each one in the kiss she gave to him and it pulled his arms tight around her, reached to pick her up and wrap her legs around his waist just to keep her close.

The only thing to break their lips was a need to look her in the eye but Jun didn’t get the chance before Minji buried her face against his neck, leaving several kisses there as well as she quickly tried to gather as much of his scent in her memory. 

Jun wanted to say something, but his words were lost somewhere between the kiss on his lips and the kisses to his skin and he really just held her closer to him, back resting against the closed door.