#jinmoon

part 1

jinwoo and bin returning to their apartment after their wedding

exhausted, feet dragging, and both of them slightly tipsy from the wine

and bin draws jinwoo into his chest by grabbing the front of his tuxedo jacket, ignoring jinwoo’s whine of protest

and bin tilts jinwoo’s jaw up to plant a kiss gently on his lips

and jinwoo hums softly against bin’s kiss, arms looping around bin’s broad shoulders

jinwoo: we should sleep. we both have things to do tomorrow

bin: not yet. let me bask in this post-wedding glow for a little longer

so jinwoo tugs bin to the couch, falling onto the plush cushions unceremoniously

and bin flops down beside him, immediately curling against jinwoo, arms wrapping around shoulders and legs twisting to be more comfortable

and they stay like that until the rain comes, the rain they’d been dodging all day

and when the rain comes, jinwoo kisses bin softly and pulls away

bin doesn’t move, watching jinwoo cross the room and disappear down their short hall

he comes back with clothes, ordering bin to change, before disappearing again

and when jinwoo returns, they’re both in their pajamas, tuxedoes and socks and shoes strewn in different parts of their home

and bin lays on the couch, pulling jinwoo against his chest

part 2

bin and jinwoo have been dating for 3 years

and they’ve been living together for about 5 months

they’re still very much in the honeymoon stage of their relationship, but things are starting to settle down

jinwoo comes home from work one day to find bin sitting on the floor near the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room

he was very quiet when he entered, so bin doesn’t notice him right away

so jinwoo stands there quietly

just watching bin, wearing loose shorts and a bright yellow shirt, plucking away on a ukulele jinwoo didn’t even know he had

he misses a few chords and sighs every time, starting his song over again

jinwoo: binnie?

bin immediately gets to his feet, holding the ukulele behind his back

bin: JINWOO you’re back early?

jinwoo: there wasn’t much traffic. what are you doing?

bin: nOTHING

jinwoo:

bin:

jinwoo: sure

bin: it was supposed to be a birthday surprise

jinwoo: my birthday isn’t for another four months

bin nods solemnly, ducking his head, cheeks glowing pink

bin: i wanted it to be perfect

jinwoo walks to the couch and flops down

jinwoo: so, surprise me. show me what you’ve been playing

bin is stammering over his words, saying it’s not good enough, he isn’t ready to share it, he doesn’t even have the song done

and jinwoo just smiles and assures bin that he’ll love it no matter what

bin blushes, because, despite having been dating for three years, they haven’t used the L word for more than a year

and bin can’t hear it without blushing

but he sits on the floor again, legs folded and hands holding the ukulele

jinwoo thinks it looks almost too small, like a child with a guitar made for dolls

but then bin starts playing confidently, shoulders back but head bowed to see his fingers on the strings

and then he begins to sing

and jinwoo would be lying if he said he didn’t cry as he watched bin, yellow around the edges from the setting winter sun, singing about their experiences and their love

bin makes a few mistakes, making a face every time he does (and making jinwoo smile at all of his quirks)

and when the last chord rings through their small apartment

their small apartment, belong to them, adorned with knickknacks and clutter and bin’s college textbooks and books jinwoo bought but has yet to read

their small apartment, where they stay up pressed into each other’s sides until 3AM watching bad television, where they make breakfast together every morning, where bin uttered their very first “i love you” after a petty argument

their small apartment, where they’re beginning their lives together, for better or for worse, for as long as they may stay together

when the last chord rings through their apartment, full of memories and love, jinwoo sighs

and then he slides off the couch, walking on his knees to bin

and he sits on his calves, sliding his hands into bin’s dark hair

and he smiles brightly, taking in a deep breath

jinwoo: marry me, moon bin

bin stares at jinwoo, partly in awe and partly in shock

but jinwoo doesn’t need an answer

they’ve danced around the idea for long enough

so jinwoo takes bin’s hand off the ukulele and kisses his ring finger gently

and bin melts, grabbing jinwoo by his waist and pulling him into his lap

their laughter fills the apartment, separated by the sound of their lips meeting and parting

and as jinwoo shifts in bin’s lap, his forehead against bin’s

and as bin’s eyes peek at jinwoo over his glasses frames, one hand settled on his ukulele and the other on jinwoo’s jaw

they know one thing is certain

the love they have, the love they’ve shared for years before even the first verbal “i love you”