Jumin’s eyes are trained on you. They dance around you, your body, they see into your soul. He knows you. It’s like every time he looks at you, all of the memories come back to him; The ones of you crying in his arms, the ones where you’re drunkenly rambling, or the soft, sappy ones where he admired you when watching a movie.

Your lips are moving. His hands twitch. He wants to run his fingers over your soft lips. Your voice is coming through. It’s so smooth. He could listen to it all his life.