Multiples puffing out to the open has been on the news, but not as often as Daun with her seven. Now, more than ever, people have made their lives more than just a curious entertainment. Snippets of their married lives have become great treasures of...
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Jimin's footsteps are heavy as he trudges around the quite house. Time ticks. Few hours from now and it's morning, yet he just arrived from a music video shooting.
He wants nothing more but to sleep. If he is not thirsty, he may be rolling around the heated marble floor without a care on the world. Yet, the moment he steps inside the kitchen, the tiredness somehow lifts up and a small smile tenderly curves on his lips.
There, he sees his dear wife, humming as she stacks cupcakes beautifully on a cupcake tower.
He misses her. Really misses her.
The relief he feels in his chest as he leisurely watches her is like no other. She is his healing goddess... the light of his life... the beauty of his world...
"Good morning, Jiminie, babe." Her sweet whisper is a welcoming delight. It's a homecoming. And just as always, his steps hasten towards her and engulfs her in a tight hug. Even with his tongue not articulating the reply of a greeting, but his lips make sure to kiss her with so much gratefulness and passion. It's a wordless reminder that he is always happy to be home... with her.
"I miss you." He is able to say when they let go from that short connection. Then her giggling reply makes his soul soar.
'Fuck work. I really should be with her always.' He thinks. Having her so close is something that he didn't know he badly needed. He badly misses her. If only, he could, he would ditch everything. If he could just choose a calm life with her than his hectic music... maybe... just maybe... He would choose...
"Do you think I should quit?" He mumbles after some time on her ears as he comfortably lazed on his wife's shoulders while sniffing the glorious oozing fragrance of vanilla, chocolates, and strawberries – the three major flavors of her newly baked pastries.
"Huh?" She hums, not really understanding what he is asking.
"Should I quit working and be here with you? With Dae-hyunie... You know..." He says as he brushes his chin on her skin, tickling her.
"You know the answer for that Jiminie." She says with a giggle. "You've been asking me that and yet you immediately go whenever they call." She adds.
"Are you jealous with that, babe?" He pouts, breath tingling tender caresses on her delicate skin. Hands are on her voluptuous hips, protective and loving.
"Jealous?" She pretentiously gasps to tease but stops with his serious gaze. "Babe... I know you love your music and ARMYs. There are people who live for your voice. And I know that you're almost through with your promotions." She kindly says with an understanding stroke on the side of his face.
Jimin buries more of his nose on her nape, sniffing more on the wonder of her being. Her milky baby scent is more prominent now with her drowning natural orange blossoms. His eyes are closed to feel the smoothness of her palm.
