Umbrellas and Raincoats (Jumin x MC)
Knowing rain is going you come, you try to get Jumin to protect himself.
Word Count: 506
I haven’t got much to say other than I hope you enjoy and have a lovely day! Thank you! <3
You walked to the front door alongside your husband as he got ready, readjusting the tiny details of his tie just a tad.
“Jumin come on, it’s going to rain today bring an umbrella!”
You had recalled checking the weather forecast, your eye having widened in surprise at the announcement.
“Darling, I’ll be fine. I’m sure there won’t be much rain, hardly a sprinkle,” He stopped at the doorframe, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips, squeezing your hand. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
You puffed out your cheeks indignantly, still unable to hide your smile however as he seemed almost sorrowful at having to leave you, giving him one last goodbye before the door was shut.
And just as you predicted, it began to rain in the coming hours.
It hadn’t been a sprinkle as Jumin suspected but instead a heavy shower, with droplets falling so quick and so hard you thought for a moment they could shatter your very windows.
You could only imagine how Jumin was doing.
Your imagination became a reality when the evening came and the rain was still pouring, what would be warm yellows, oranges, and reds shrouded by murky gray clouds that appeared plastered together.
The front door began to open and you rushed forward, ideas rushing through your head.
And what you were met with met them exactly.
Jumin to say the least, was drenched.
Water dribbled from his hair and his clothes stuck to his body as if they were painted on, his eyes nearly as dark as the clouds.
Until he saw you.
They always lit up when he saw you, a gentle soft light like a lantern in the darkness.
He sighed, expecting a snarky response of how you were right and he was wrong.
But that wasn’t what happened at all.
You ushered him to the sofa, wrapping him in blankets, moving the damp strands of hair from his face, trying to hide your small bits of laughter as he smiled weakly.
“Are you feeling feverish or anything? Do you want anything hot?”
“Just some tea would be lovely…” He furrowed his brow. “Thank you, dear,”
You gave a dip of your head, preparing to get up from your seat.
Yet just before you did he took hold of your hand, confusion dotting his expression.
“You know darling, I thought you’d be a bit more…proud? I don’t quite know how else to phrase it exactly but-”
“Don’t worry about it, this is much more important.”
“You amaze me, everyday love,”
You sniggered, leaning forward to press a kiss to his head, curling your fingertips in his hair before giving an amusing smile.
“Just be sure to remember an umbrella next time.”