#oc jun

Then he looked across the bed at his wife. His beautiful, amazing wife. Because was he really so lucky to have won her heart? Apparently so, and to this day, he still couldn’t quite believe it.

Bumi was never the one they called accomplished. He wasn’t the gifted bender like his siblings, or the most decorated man in the army. He was just Bumi, the funny one, the one that was ordinary, the one that never quite made a name for himself. And even in his old age, he still found himself believing he was never quite enough.

This feeling, however, never surfaced when he spent time with Izumi. She never treated him differently, and when he was with her, Bumi never tried to be anyone other than himself. Izumi laughed at his jokes, listened to his ideas, and gave him her undivided attention whenever they were together. 

Not only was he the most comfortable around her, but Izumi was simply put, the most amazing woman he had the privilege of knowing. And he knew a great deal of extraordinary women. Izumi, however, was the very best in his eyes.

Naturally, the man fell in love with her. 

And the life that he had with her, the life they built together, was one for the storybooks. 

He was pulled from his thoughts when Jun snored once again, and this time, Izumi woke up. Bumi must’ve still been smiling, because Izumi gave him a curious look as he sat up on the bed, propped up by his elbow. 

“What is it?” she whispered.

His grin widened as he stared at his adorable wife in her half-asleep state. “Oh, nothing,” he whispered back. “Just thinking about how great our life is.”

The comment made Izumi laugh. “Little early in the morning to be thinking about that, Bumi.”

“Seriously, though!” he exclaimed as much as one could while there was a sleeping child next to him. “We’ve got an amazing life here, two great kids, and grandkids! Never in my wildest dreams—” He let out a quiet sigh, then reached over the bed to grab Izumi’s hand. “With you and me together, life is nothing short of amazing.”

When Izumi lowered her head, Bumi knew that she was smiling; she always dipped her head low when she tried to hide her smile. So he moved her hand to her chin, tilting her head back up so he could see her fully. “Well, now you get to spend the rest of your life with old, wrinkly me. So don’t get too excited, I’m sure you’ll get tired of me.” She always had a self-deprecating remark, but Bumi always had something to say back. 

“Believe me, I will never be tired of you. Not in the middle of the night, not when we’re older and wrinklier, not even when we’re both senile.”

Izumi’s eyes met his, and his heart fluttered as it always did with her. And when she grabbed his hand and kissed his palm, he fell in love with her all over again. 

They went back to bed after that, holding hands across their grandson, and Bumi fell asleep with a smile on his face, dreaming of the simple pleasures in life, dreaming of his future with his wife.

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