He knows he probably shouldn’t, but he can’t help it.

Jumin mindlessly twirled your hair around his finger as he watched you sleep, admiring and savoring you. Perhaps it was an unusual thing to do, but he just liked having the reassurance that you were safe and sound—that you wouldn’t be going anywhere, that you wouldn’t be leaving him. His poor heart could hardly handle the thought.

“{{user}}…” he coos. He wanted to see those beautiful eyes of yours. Just for a moment.