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yume art except there's no yumeship i just snuck my self insert in the redraw

Mystictober 2024 | Day 28: JuminxMC/Elegance

"Jumin, you know the eloquent comments you post onto Elizabeth's Outstagram are public, right?"

My mom has this adorable habit of calling my dad pretty. It happens randomly throughout the day, and I’ve always found that to be an endearing way to show affection. So here’s MC calling the boys pretty!

Zen

- You had spent the entire evening admiring him, watching him switch between facial expressions like it was nothing.

- His friendly and publicly seen smiles, the expressions he’d put on for whatever role he was playing, to the personal and intimate gaze he saved just for you, they were yours daily, and yet they still gave you butterflies.

- When the two of you were finally alone, you got to voice the words that had been swirling through your mind all evening.

- “You’re really pretty,” you confessed, only loud enough for him to hear, in the back of that quiet cab.

- Moments like these, where the air is silent--and the world falls away, kept Zen on the edge of his seat.

- Moments where you made it known that he resided deep within you and that you thought about him just as he thought about you.

- He looked at you, surprised in the most lovely way one can feel surprised.

- He burned this moment into every corner of his soul. The humming of the moving car, the yellow hue of street lights coming and going, the sound of your voice, the warmth of your body so closely pressed against his shoulder, the devoted tenderness you had for him and him alone. Every last detail would forever have a safe place and be cherished, saved for a time when he needed it most.

- However, the usual surge of pride and confidence that compelled him to agree with such remarks never came.

- Instead, he came to know a feeling he’d never forget, one that rendered him speechless and knocked the air out of his lungs.

- He felt loved.

- He felt loved, knowing you saw him in a way no one else did.

Jumin

- It was his first day off in a while, and you woke up early to spend as much time with him as possible, despite all the effort he put into making sure you slept for as long as you wish.

- You staggered out of your bedroom, still groggy from sleep and your hair an utter mess, while he was already put together and preparing strawberry pancakes.

- You sat at the counter, watching him through a sleepy filter, and smiled helplessly.

- He brought you your favorite morning drink and kissed the top of your head, “Good morning, my love,” he greeted before returning to his position by the stove.

- You hummed in response as you sipped at the drink in your hands and continued to admire him.

- You took note of his broad shoulders and how they relaxed whenever you inhabited his space. You watched as he moved with thought and precision, loving the simplicity of morning routines.

- “You’re pretty,” you drowsily gushed as he looked over his shoulder to admire you the way you had been admiring him moments before.

- A gentle smile rested on his usually serious features, “Is that so?” He questioned with a soft chuckle in his voice.

- “Mhm..” you nodded as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, “very pretty.”

- When first knowing you, he would’ve picked your brain, wondering why you would call him “pretty,” but now he understood.

- You called him “pretty” for the same reason he calls you “beautiful.”

- A reason that words, in every language, couldn’t describe to the fullest extent, but that never stopped you from trying.

Yoosung

- You were watching a movie on the couch, his head in your lap and your fingers in his hair.

- You had lost interest in the movie quite some time ago, so now you just sat and took the time to notice the passage of time on his face.

- His boyish features had now grown into those of a man, smile lines setting in, and tired eyes from long workdays. The blond in his hair was slowly turning brown, and it was softer now.

- You didn’t mind the blond hair, not in the slightest, but you always thought that his brown hair would suit his aging features.

- Aside from the age and the tiredness, you also caught sight of the contentment on his face. He was utterly at peace simply by having you in his company, and out of everything else you noticed, this fact stood out most of all.

- “You’re pretty,” you quietly praised, a smile on your lips and affection flowing from every part of you.

- He looked up at you, his face growing a soft pink and surprise resting on his aged features.

- “Really?” He inquired further, his eyes filling with childish excitement, one that never seemed to disappear.

- You chuckled softly and nodded, “yes.”

- “Say it again!” He excitedly urged as he sat up slightly, drawing closer to you.

- You laughed and closed the remaining distance, “you’re pretty,” you gently repeated, kissing him with the same gentleness.

Seven

- “YOU’RE PRETTY!” You happily exclaimed, hugging him around his shoulders and laughing all the while.

- The sudden excitement startled him at first, but he quickly fell into a similar rhythm.

- "No, you’re pretty!” He echoed back, holding your arms around his shoulders and a grin finding its place.

- You stared at him, taking in his slightly reddened cheeks, his beaming smile, and his affectionate gaze that always had a sort of seriousness in it.

- “You’re pretty,” you gushed for the last time, but with less enthusiasm and more warmth. The kind of warmth that comes after a winter's rain, and for a moment, the world didn’t dare to disturb you.

- His grin faded in awe of you, the redness on his face deepened, and his heart hammered in his chest.

- There were days when he felt guilty for feeling this way, for having you in his life, but at the end of it all, he loved having you and all you had to offer.

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