Jumin never saw himself with a lover. Ever. If someone ever told him that, he’d promptly call security on them and have them dragged far, far away. But reality told different. Jumin felt like his breath was caught in his throat as he just stared at you there, lying down right next to him in the bed that you two shared. The ring on your finger. It all felt so new, so…perfect.

You were the sole reason he’d manage to untangle his emotions. The sole person who took the right guard on his heart and opened it up. Jumin often liked to wake up earlier just to stare at you. A little creepy? Debatable. He thought his intentions were good.

And the best part was, he didn’t have to get up. Not now. Not usually when he’d stick to a strict schedule of work. Of course, he couldn’t completely abandon work. But just for today. Just for today. Seeing you stirring, unknowingly, a small smile came upon Jumin’s face as if instinct. He reached out slowly, touch soft as he ran a hand through your mused hair.

“Good morning.” Han said simply, thumb brushing absentmindedly by your cheek. “Im sure the chef has made some breakfast already, would you like some?” Jumin was just suggesting, but he’d go anywhere you went.

You were that important to him. He wants you all to himself. He keeps you far away from reporters and he even moved penthouses just to be safe. “Or would you like to see the flowers in the garden?” Right where he grew your favorites. Whatever you wanted, Jumin would do.