The Sparkle in Her Eyes (A Jumin x Reader)

I imagined Jumin's soft, black hair, his intense, grey eyes. The side of him not dressed up, his low voice flirting with me, while trying to crack some jokes. I imagined his kiss on my lips, the taste of coffee on them in the morning. I envisioned him in bed, hugging me, cooing me to sleep by reminding me that I was his forever. I want to hear to deep baritone, smell his scent of coffee, cologne, and me, I want to see his handsome figure, his hair falling in his face, I want to feel his muscles under my hand, massaging them to be calm, and relieve his stress, I wanted to taste his lips. I wanted him. I wanted to be reminded that I am loved by him.