Erratic Tendencies [Jumin Han]

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It was ridiculously late at night when Jumin had returned home. He wore a grouchy expression that was mixed with a sprinkle of exhaustion. His eyes were watery and he yawned. His body seemed to be begging for sleep.

As he entered the penthouse, Jumin untied his tie and carelessly settled his suitcase on the couch. Like he expected it to be, the entire penthouse was dark as the lights were switched off. At this time, he assumed that [Name] (who was presently staying at his place) and Elizabeth the 3rd would have fallen asleep. Possibly, they were cuddled together at this very moment in his bed.

That would be adorable, and the thought itself brought a smile on Jumin’s face.

Sleepily, in the darkness, Jumin let his hand travel downwards towards his pants. He settled it above his pocket and felt the bulge in it, before he patted it.

His smile widened and he felt his heart skip a beat. It reminded him about what he had done.

Jumin felt anxious and yet extremely excited about what he was planning to do. After all, if everything went according to plan, then his planned moment would be the biggest turning point of his life. To be frank, anyone in his situation would feel the same.

Jumin was not sure when it would be the right time to pursue with what he planned to. He was not even sure if the right time even existed at all. It was just one of those things that many experienced in their life. It drove one insane in anxiousness. After all, there were only two possible outcomes of the situation: utter joy or exceeding sorrow. And one would never know what outcome they would be bestowed with until they went through with it.

Jumin and [Name] had shared an immensely loving and pleasant relationship. Unlike many couples, they had not waited a while before they chose to initiate the serious stage of their relationship. However, even if they had shared themselves with one another for only a short amount of time, the love that they held towards one another was utterly pure and genuine. And like any other relationship, theirs’ was far from perfect as they argued and fought like everyone else out there. But the feelings which followed after those fights; the love, the understanding, the need to improve themselves for one another to prevent the same conflicts from occurring; the good that they created after their bad; unlike everyone else, that was something rare and beautiful about their relationship. And if he were to be honest, those were the things that Jumin never experienced with anyone, except with [Name].

She loved him for who he was rather than for what he was. She taught him how to feel, and how to love. Obviously, she loved him for all his perfections. She did not love him for his flaws. Instead, she loved him because he tried to overcome his flaws even if he was not successful in the end. She loved him because of the effort he put in everything that he did.

If Jumin had to summarise her in a sentence, he would deem her to be the imperfect human who was perfect for him.

There was no one else he would ever want to spend the rest of his life with other than her.

Lost in his thoughts, Jumin had automatically began to fiddle with the jewelry box in the pocket of his pant that consisted of a single diamond ring. While doing so, millions of possibilities on how he could propose to [Name] ran in his mind.

He was interrupted out of his thoughts when he felt something soft and hairy rub itself on his leg, and a ‘meow.’

His eyes widened in surprise and he looked down to see Elizabeth the 3rd purring, as she rubbed herself against his leg for his attention.

When he saw her, Jumin smiled as he bent down on one knee and began to pat her.

“Did you stay awake because you missed me?” He asked, and scratched the back of her ears.