Umm I am sorry for disturbing you, if it's okay, Jumin and MC playing 20 questions, and like they get to know each other's insecurities, reassuring each other and all (Same anon who requested hide and seek game XD sorry if I am annoying you)
You are never disturbing me, don’t worry! I love getting asks and requests and you’ve been very sweet. I’m happy to write this for you!
Also I had like no idea what 20 questions was before I researched it I thought I was hip with the crowd —————————————————————————————————————-
“Love?” Your husband approached you, curiosity painting his face. “Have you heard of a game called twenty questions?”
“Yeah, what about it?”
“I’ve heard about it multiple times, and I’d like to play it.” He exclaimed, sitting down across from you. “Would you like to join me?”
“Sure!” You chuckled. “What type of category do you want to do?”
“Favorites and least favorites?”
“Alright,” You tapped your chin, trying to come up with ideas. “How about you think of your least favorite thing, and I’ll try to guess it?”
Jumin nodded, his mind processing through all the sorts of things before he finally spoke up.
“Okay, I’ve got something.” He folded his lips. “It’s something that’s alive.”
“Is it something I know about?”
“Is it an animal?”
You frowned. “A person?”
You had narrowed your eyes in confusion.
There was only person who came to her head straight away.
There was an uneasy feeling that crept into your heart at the mention of his mother.
You knew how her actions distorted his views when he was younger, and it left you a bit unsettled at the thought of her.
He glanced away, his body tensing. “…No. She’s very close, however”
His mother had nearly drained the family of their income, instead spending her time on reckless shopping sprees.
She hadn’t meant any harm, you knew that much, but the affect she had was devastating.
And it never quite clicked in her head that her actions were wrong.
You sighed, taking his hand and squeezing it comfortingly. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have-”
“It’s okay darling, I’ve told you about her. It only makes sense that she’d be a possibility. I know you had the best intention.”
You still could never quite bring yourself to let go of his hand.
Yet the questions still spilled.
“Is it someone I know?”
“Am I on bad terms with them?”
One question after another, as though being read off of a list.
Until, you reached the end.
You couldn’t wrap your head around him despising someone.
He hadn’t told you that was the case at least.
“I give up.” You scrunched up your nose, furrowing your brow. “Who is it?”
“I think I’m a bit glad you didn’t figure it out. It would’ve left me…a bit sad in a way.” He frowned. “It’s…me.”
He hated himself?
“I know…” He sighed, as though it was leaving his throat dry and voice hoarse. “I know to many I seem like the perfect person…but before I met you I was hiding behind a mask of sorts.” He tightened his grip on your hand, rubbing a thumb over your knuckles. “I hid all of my rampant emotions and knotted strings so that the world wouldn’t see what a disaster I actually was. I didn’t think they’d understand…I didn’t think they’d accept me. People prefer the seemingly perfect, cool and collected businessman, not the confused and withheld person that may be hidden beneath.”
You soaked in his words, and crept closer to him, shifting to sit in his lap. You laid your head on his shoulder, your fingers weaving through his hair tenderly. “Well, if it means anything, I think you’re a wonderful person.”
He warmly grinned. “You’re the first person I’ve ever opened up to, did you know?” He continued, his words soft. “You make me feel as though I could be seen for who I am by the rest of the world. It may sound odd but…you make me feel human, instead of the statue, I pretend to be. You make me feel truly loved.”
You swore tears pricked at your eyes, your breath hitching as you sat up and gently pressed your lips against his.
“You are truly loved.”
He closed his eyes, truly content.
“As are you. Don’t ever forget that.”
He wound his arms around you protectively, as if you may disappear with the next passing breeze.
You sat in silence for a moment, simply enjoying the other’s presence until you spoke.
“Okay, I’ve got something.”
“It’s my favorite thing.”
“Any free hints?”
“No, I think it’s pretty clear.”
And so, he began to ask.
“Is it alive?”
“Do I know of it?”
“Is it Elizabeth 3rd?”
“As fantastic as she is, it’s not.” You said through laughter.
“Is it an animal at all?”
“So it’s someone?”
“Is it someone I know?”
And as surprised as you were, he didn’t figure it out.
He stared, perplexion glimmering in his eyes as he looked at you. “Who is it then?” He asked. “I’ve thought of nearly every possible person.”
You smiled. “It’s you!”
He didn’t even appear to realize at first. “Are you sure?”
“I’m…your favorite thing…” He laughed lightly. “I never thought I’d be someone’s favorite.”
“Well, you’re mine.” You huffed. “You made me feel wanted and cared for. I always worry if I’m saying the wrong thing, or if someone dislikes me. Being abandoned is one of my biggest fears, to be…forgotten.” A chill ran up your spine. “But I don’t have to worry about that with you. I know that no matter what you’ll always stay by my side.”
However, your chills were replaced with a loving warmth as your husband kissed your temple gently. “Personally, if you asked me, I don’t understand how others can’t see what a blessing it is that you’re in their lives.”
“You always say such kind things.” You hummed.
“Kind…” He smirked. “I must have gotten that kind of influence from my favorite thing.”
“And what’s your favorite thing?”
“You of course.”