Myesno

Can you even believe that some people have a 6 year relationship with a fictional character? I would never- This blog is a dedicated Jumin Han enjoyer, with a loving 6 full years of simping.

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Jumin’s Character Analysis

✨L o n g P o s t ✨ pt 1

With the Jumin BG2 DLC drama , I think we need a refresh and also an analysis on Jumin's character and why he's so scared to let go of MC.

Let's start with his background.

We don't exactly know how old he was during that flashback, but it's clear that he wasn't an adult yet. Jumin was a ✨minor✨ when was living with a stepmother. His mother left him in the care of his father. He suffered from divorcing parents AND a remarrying father in his younger years. Not to mention the things Jumin must've heard his stepmother say to persuade his father to marry her.

The women that coveted material goods and approached him because of it disgusted him. It's why Jumin was always on guard around women. Every woman he met displayed warped values and solidifies his distrust with them even more. Jumin made sure that he will never emotionally connect with them. Ever. Why try something you know that's bound to hurt you?

We get to know more about his biological mother in the seasonal chats. In his 2018 bday chats, his mother was only mentioned twice:

We know 2 things: his biological mother was famous for her marriage and that she rarely meets with Jumin. The only being famous for marriage part seems kinda sus doesn't it? Zen and Yoosung doesn't know her name even though she's a singer, but the striking feature that Zen does remember were her sharp eyes. Beauty. She was beautiful.

Ok I know what you're thinking: bruhh you're overthinking myesno.. maybe she wasn't a famous singer, marriage put her on the spotlight, and she probably was like a normal person with a lovely heart. And I ask you this: Why didn't we hear about her during his route? We don't hear a speck about her during his route so it's clear that she wasn't actively in his life. And why wasn't she in his life? Argue against me or with me, but I think she's a gold digger too.

Now, coupled with the fact that a) his mother wasn't around and b) he won't voluntarily connect with other people around him, that leads to one person who is always there for him: his dad.

Jumin adores his father and it's obvious why he does.

Jumin's father never had a reason to put on a mask in front of him or say sweet but empty words. He was family, and someone Jumin could trust to never hurt him directly. Their relationship was so strong that nothing could break it, or so he thought,

until Chairman Han cuts it himself.

Was this 'Glam' woman more important than him? How insignificant was he to his father if he could decide things like this for him? Someone that he trusted hurt him.

It was a very big blow on their relationship that Jumin had to face alone. V was gone to who knows where; Zen, Yoosung, and Seven wouldn't give their time to understand and emotionally support him, and Jaehee was strictly co-workers and too busy to support him as well. He was truly alone.

Oh honey we aint even ✨DONE✨ yet

I didn't even start with Jumin's anxiety on letting MC leave yet so hang on with me here. I have more pics but the limit is 10 pics per post so look for pt two 😚👌

Pt two here

Jumin’s Character Analysis Pt.2

Oh I wasn't done with his childhood yet lololol We got the parent problems sorted out but what about his personality? Born into wealth, ever

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Some Mysme memes I had taking space on my phone:

[myesno]

I'm like pretty sure that I reblogged this but I'm doing it again anyways

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17 hours and 14 minutes. 

[myesno]

I cry about him everyday

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Y’all ever see something so accurate to your headcanons. It’s literaly him this is how I headcanon him. Silly little white boy

[myesno]

No because I can literally her his va saying every single one of them..

[myesno]

Wait a sec, why does my poor boi Teo look so bland compared to our avatars...?

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Routine | Vyn Richter x Reader

Summary: What goes on in a Saturday with your husband? Apparently, it’s only giggles, kisses, and cuddles. That’s life, you guess. 

You were the first to wake, of course. You eyes opens to a familiar scene: golden hues lighting up the room and everything is comfortably still. You shuffle around in the bed, and a tired groan fills the room. A hand around your waist tightens ever so slightly. You chuckle, feeling your back pressed further to Vyn’s chest as he loosely holds your waist. You feel he pulls you in deeper, his head dipping into the back of your neck. It feels wonderful. 

You turn over to face him and he doesn’t move. You know Vyn feels you staring, but you know how he greets you in the morning. A hefty, cute sigh comes from his mouth, and you smile widely. His breath makes his messy bangs fall down his face. His face looks serene. The best view in the morning, you think. 

You reach over and kiss him and he stirs. You roll out of the bed and you hear Vyn groan once more. 

“Sleep tight, love, I’ll make breakfast,” You say, knowing he doesn’t hear you. 

You freshen up and walk downstairs to the kitchen, and whip out some scrambled eggs. You hear the sink running upstairs as you serve the crumbly mess next to slices of toasted and buttered bread. 

“Smells wonderful, my dear,” Vyn expresses as he walks down and sits next to you. 

“So what do you want to do?” You ask with a mouthful of eggs and toast. 

“Whatever that allows me to cuddle you, honestly. I was rudely interrupted moments ago, and Miss Lawyer, you have to pay damages.”

“Hmm, you’ll have to speak to my lawyer.”

“How cold.” 

“It’s a high price that you’re asking. That’s why, love.”

“I believe your standards are too high.”

“And I believe your accusation is terribly unreasonable,” you laugh.

“And I think your eggs are too watery.” 

You gasp, dramatically put a hand over your heart. Your face exaggeratingly scrunches up in faked hurt and Vyn chuckles. 

“I love how you are.”

You rest your face out of bewilderment. How out of the blue-

“I love you, too,” is all you could say. 

Vyn takes the two plates. You’re stuck in your seat, still mulling over his words. It makes you feel warm, and a much delayed blush spreads over your cheeks. 

He welcomes you to the living room, and you oblige. For what, you don’t know, but as soon as he walks to the gramophone, you light up. He places your song on the record player, and the sweet waltz plays immediately. 

He offers his hand as he curtseys to you. Just like he did at the wedding. You accept Vyn’s hand as soon as he offered it. Vyn twirls you around and you feel the piano notes swelling. You giggle, and his smile widens. It’s so wonderful. 

The two of you waltz together, still remembering the moves you practiced 7 years ago. You both are silent, but the gaze between you is so loud that it fades out the music. Vyn looks at you with so much warmth as you do to him. 

Your days together are so lovingly peaceful; it’s like a wonderful dream. 

[myesno]

Mmmmmmmm vynnnnnnnn

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~ MM x Spy family crossing over ~

[myesno]

I-

AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH♡♡!!!

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Competition | Zen x Reader

Summary: An important question that the two of you constantly think about suddenly pops up during some quality time together.

Zen finally has some time off, and you suggest walking in the park near his apartment. A walk, you say, is the best way to spend quality time together. He readily agrees, saying that he’ll do whatever if it’s together with you. You both get ready putting on your coats and set off, hand in hand.

Zen’s arm is wrapped around your arm while you two talk about your day. You mentioned how you found this good book the other day, and he listens. He talks about his new upcoming role and how terrible his current costar is and you listen. It was nice, talking to each other face-to-face instead of texting. Spending the day together like this comes rarely, but you two always make it worthwhile.

The conversation eventually slows down into a comfortable silence. The both of you enjoy the view around you two and the atmosphere of the peaceful park. Sounds of the peaceful ambiance of wind against the leaves and scattered conversations of the people near you take up the welcomed silence. It’s serene.

A sudden scream of laughter breaks the silence and you instantly look in its direction. An elderly couple is laughing hysterically: the grandpa has a smug look while his partner bends over with laughter, tears in her wrinkled eyes. Zen also looks over with you, smiling as he sees the scene play out.

“Seems like he’s quite a jokester,” Zen says, smiling at you. He waits for your input.

“I bet she married him for the jokes.”

“Please, [ ], do you really think jokes can be more charming than looks? I’m a better catch, honestly.” Zen laughs as he counters your remark. You blush as you realize what he unintentionally implies.

You keep silent, and he notices instantly. “What’s wrong-”

“What do you think about it? Marriage?” You interrupt up, shooting your chance. Your eyes focus on his face, trying to find any minuscule reaction.

Now he’s the one who’s suddenly silent.

He answers back after a pause. “Do you think we are ready?” Zen sounds hesitant, but also eager to know and eager to confirm.

“Well, we’re already comfortable with each other, and… we have a good dynamic. I’ve read that feeling content and easy with each other is an indication that you’re ready..” Your voice trails off and you now stare at your feet. This is embarrassing, you think. You glance back at him. You absolutely know that you’re mad blushing right now.

Zen smirks at your last sentence.

“You’ve read..? That makes me relieved to know that you were also thinking about it,” and with a slight pause, he corrects himself, “—about us, for a while. I wanted to talk to you about this during our walk but you beat me to it.”

The uncertain mood is elevated to a loving one, the both of your faces of worry are replaced with smiles beaming with joy.

“I had it on my mind for a while,” you explain, “My friends are teasing me, and I started thinking. I felt that we are at that stage, and I wanted to talk to you about it, but I’m just nervous that I might’ve scared you if I do, but I also wanted to know.”

Zen laughs, “I’m the same.” He sighs in relief, chuckling a bit at the end as they breathed out. “But I’m happy to know that you do want to marry me.”

You two look at each other, a pinkish tint is forming on both of your faces.

“I guess I’ll have to start planning on how to propose to you, then,” he tells you, looking forward into the distance.

“Not if I do it first, Zenny,” you say with a cheeky look. He whips his eyes back at you instantly, surprised that he heard a wisp of a challenge.

Zen smirks, his eyes full of amusement. He slings back at you in the same tone: “Is this a competition, my love?”

“Whoever successfully surprises the other with a proposal is the winner, and the loser has to marry them. That’s our terms,” you laugh brightly and loudly, unbeknownst to the people around you. People are looking at you.

“I’ll gladly take you on those terms, my dear.”

[myesno]

Zen is too much-

[juminhandfs]

Cheritz really said "No Jumin tiddies for you all, you have no right to see Jumin tiddies EVER"

[myesno]

A great injustice has befallen Jumin Han enjoyers indeed (ಥ﹏ಥ)

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Diluc, Zhongli, Ayato y Itto

By srro_yo

[myesno]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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Monopoly | Jumin x Reader

Summary: Jumin is spiraling down in his thoughts about you. He monologues about his internal conflict between his ugly desires and his genuine love for you.

Look at you. You’re humming while you’re cooking. Your hair looks soft as it partially covers your face. The sunlight through the penthouse window is making you glow and ethereal. He’s standing next to you, quiet and admiring, and you feel it, he knows. There’s something with you that makes him so entranced. You steal a glance at him through your hair, and it’s adorable to him. You smile as you make eye contact, and he’s fallen instantly.

It is safe in this moment. Is it because you’re here? He never knew seeing you cook would be so serene and precious. He wants more of this and more of you. You are so precious to him. This floaty and heart-skipping feeling is so new and vivid for him. It’s incredibly maddening when your bodies are so close but not exactly touching. His fondness grows stronger in moments like these, but so do other… questionable emotions.

He’s falling too deep and his mind branches into darker thoughts. This high he feels when you two are together: he knows nothing can replace it. He wants it all to himself, to be drunk and drowning in these feelings of love. With such a powerful feeling of desire, the fear of something going wrong is equally as powerful.

When you’re with him, you make him go crazy, paranoid, and anxious, anxious, anxious.

But the emotion he hates most of all when he sees you smile so genuinely at him is greed. Unadulterated and ugly desire to keep you to himself. To keep you safe so nothing can harm you. He needs more from you. Your wholesomeness and sincerity can be so easily corrupted. He has to protect you from being influenced by anything that can deter you from being you. But he knows that it’s not only just that. He wants to protect you to protect him. The pain of you leaving is too unbearable for him to even fathom. It scares him so much to know this is possible.

He realizes that being too lost in you makes him rear his ugly fixations. You wouldn’t like to see this side at all. A gentleman wouldn’t dare think of his beloved like this. It’s not right. He’s going to hurt you when he thinks like this. The internal conflict in him is maddening, even more so than his admiration. He knows that he would never admit it. He is such an ugly mutant that puts on a show for everyone, all the while harboring these secretive and ugly emotions behind his mask. Would you even love him still? How would you even react if you knew that these feelings still reside in his mind? Who does he think he is that deserves such sincerity from you even though he hides his thoughts? It feels like your love is too much and too generous. He doesn’t deserve you. Why would you be with someone who’s so secretly so warped and twisted on the inside?

His eyes grow dark once more, as he unintentionally focuses on the food you’re making. You glance at him again and realize he’s lost in thought. You gently brush his hand with yours, and he snaps his eyes back to you.

“I love you, Jumin,” you say as you smile again.

And just like that, his fear vanishes. Yes, that’s right, you love him. It is all of him that you love, as you expressed in your vows. How stupid of him to forget that you know all the faces he has shown you and that you accept them all. He’s spiraling again.

“I love you most, my dear,” Jumin expresses earnestly.

There’s a lot of work he needs to do to be someone you are proud to be with, but he knows you’ll be there every step of the way.

[myesno]

This obsession of 6 years is still going strong people, I'm not dead yet.

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The interview [Part 1]

A short Jumin Han story.

A short fanfic involving you, dear reader, attending an interview at C&R International. I hope you have prepared well.

The Director will see you now.

You felt like this elevator would never end. You knew before you came that C&R was a huge company, but what exactly did they need with all these floors?

You shift your feet, regretting wearing the new heels you had spent a ridiculous amount of money on just for this interview. They looked classy, but they didn't half fucking hurt.

Ping.

Finally. The elevator doors slide open with barely a sound. Before you stands a marble hallway, intimidating you with its simple but ultimately corporate aesthetics. The beautiful woman at reception told you Jaehee would be at meeting room 11.

Before you can even step out of the elevator, your eyes immediately fix on a man ahead of you.

He is looking down at his phone. Black hair falling into his eyes. His expression seems blank, and you can't seem to read it from this far away.

Your stomach starts to do it's famous gymnastic routine it does whenever you're anxious. You breathe in deep and take a step out into the hallway before you change your mind.

The man lifted his head somewhat lazily, hearing your footsteps approach. His dark eyes met yours.

Oh shit. Shit. Shit. That's Jumin Han.

You continue to walk, suddenly conscious of every step you take. Is this hallway getting longer? Why can't I walk in these stupid heels I don't know why-

"Ah. You're right on time. Almost exactly to the second"

His deep voice echoed down the hall as he watched you approach. You put on what you hope is your most polite, professional smile. Your fingers tense around the file your hands.

You continue to walk until you are close enough to see his face in detail. He is wearing a rather serious expression, but his eyes soften ever slightly as you finally reached his slim, suited figure.

Suddenly his hand found its way infront of you. You look up to meet his gaze, taking his hand in yours. He grips firmly, his fingers wrapping around your petite hand with ease.

"It is so nice to meet you, Mr Han. I didn't know you would be here for the interview?"

You curse yourself as the nervous words fall out of your mouth. Why do I sound so...he's just a man. Just a man. He's just the most handsome man you've ever seen, but he's just a man. Just the heir of a huge global company...you can do this. Act normal. Act normal.

"I apologise, but my assistant Jaehee Kang has other urgent arrangements she is working on this morning. I will be conducting the interview. It's not ideal, or normal procedure, but I have to be sure you're right for the project."

His handshake was brief but the warmth of his hand was oddly comforting. You barely process the words he is saying, but instead nod and smile, following him as he guides you into a meeting room.

"Please, sit" his voice instructs and you follow blindly, awkwardly perching on the office chair and pulling your skirt down as you do. You cross your legs, trying to get comfortable in this surreal situation you suddenly found yourself in.

Jumin sits across from you at the polished black table, his unreadable eyes lingering on you for a moment. You watch as his slender fingers reach into his suit pocket and pull out a gold pen. Of course he has a gold pen.

"Now," his voice enters your head, commanding your attention. "I won't be asking the questions Jaehee prepared. They are appropriate for this interview, but I'm not interested in your ambitions or reasons for wanting to join us."

He waved his hand dismissively while his eyes locked onto yours and held there. Your breathing hitched in your throat. "That's fairly obvious without even asking you".

You shift in your seat. Your eyes fall to his lips. His jaw. You want to say something but can't quite find the words. You smile sheepishly, hoping to hell you are hiding your invading nerves.

There goes my interview prep.

You watch him shuffle some papers with his delicate fingers, his gentle and precise movements sending a brief and sudden tingle to your head.

He finds a blank page. He clicks down on the pen firmly, watching you. You resist the urge to bite down on your cheek.

Leaning forward, a stern expression suddenly takes over his soft features.

"Tell me. Are you fond of cats?"

***

End of part 1. Part 2 here 🤍

[myesno]

Holy shit this makes me tingly-!!

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Let Me Be Greedy | Jumin x Reader

Summary: Jumin proposes to you with the sweetest words he practiced over and over.

Whenever both of you spent quality time, it was frequently spent in the rooftop garden that the penthouse had. Being nature lovers, the both of you treasured the place. “There’s a special sort of peace that is only found in the abundance of nature,” as Jumin claimed 2 months ago when he had the gardener plant all sorts of flowers so that they would bloom in every season.

After a date that lasted the whole day, Jumin told you that he had a surprise for you up there, and was acting all uncharacteristically nervous. Something’s up, you feel, seeing how he’s not fiddling with his cufflinks, but something inside his coat pocket.

“I know it’s a bit late to be out in the garden,” he begins as you open the doors to the rooftop, “But it’ll be worth it, I promise.”

You laugh at his words, "Jumin, you don’t need to persuade me into seeing what you have planned. I’m curious though, to think what sort of surprise that made you so nervous like this?”

You look out to the garden. It was a summer night but the roses were full in bloom, their smell permeating the garden. Stringed lights shined the way to the gazebo, illuminating something different from before. There’s a row of rose petals that lined both sides of the pathway along with silver star streamers intertwining with the string lights. The whole place is decorated with red balloons, and even more streamers connecting them. You look back at Jumin with wide eyes, mouth gaping wide open. He earnestly smiles at you, seeing how bewildered he got you.

Jumin gently clasps your hand and leads you to the gazebo. Your mind is still not over the distracting decorations, he really went all out.

“I know you’re not one for dramatics, so I picked a ‘low-key’ place we both enjoy,” Jumin explains, “I know I’ve done this before but I want to do it properly for you. I was a bit too hasty the first time.” He chuckles, and you do as well.

Jumin sighs and gathers your hands in his as he begins his speech.

“In all of my life, I haven’t had a single chance to experience what everyone was so obsessively celebrating. I deemed myself as someone who wouldn’t need or even was worthy to experience such an emotion, but I was undeniably wrong when I met you, y/n. This love I feel for you was something that I never knew I could create with my own heart.”

Jumin kneels down while grabbing a ring box from his coat pocket. Your eyes widen in shock and happiness. You knew where this was leading with the heartfelt speech and balloons, but it still surprised you all the same.

“The time we spent together was 3 years, but my love, let me be a little more greedy. I want it all. I want us to share all of our days, our months, and our years together if you give me the chance to. ”

“Please marry me, [ ]”

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The two of you lovingly stare at each other’s eyes. All of your friends and family sit waiting for your vows. You squeeze his hands to get the nervousness off you.

“I love the sassy, adorable, and stoic you I’ve grown to know. I love the vulnerable self who you hate the most, Jumin. And I will always continue to love the person who stands beside me. I adore each side you show me, and I can’t wait to spend my life seeing more. How I found you in this time, in this place, even in this reality is an absolute miracle.”

You cup your hand on his cheek, and he immediately melts in deeper. Both of you gaze into each other’s eyes, caught up with each other’s vows and forgetting the world around you.

“I’m so happy to be with you, Jumin. I couldn’t have imagined anyone else otherwise. Let me be greedy too, my love. I want you, all of you. Your time, your wrinkles, your habits. I want to experience it all with you. I love you, Jumin.”

[myesno]

Hehe have another reread

[myesno]

Uhhh new writing blog ig

Hello everyone,

I'll be deleting my 2 fics to post on my new Tumblr writing blog. so uh yea.

Hopefully you'll come to reread em lmao. Redstripstrawberry is the name and writing fics is the game!

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genshin characters   ✨  

these designs will be keychains, we will open our online store this friday 5th of august 🥰  

[myesno]

AHHHHHH 😍😍

[myesno]

When it all comes down to it, Corinthian is just a man who's going through his rebellious streak.

The daddy issues on you aren't a good look, love.

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Hi! Can I request,,,Jumin + Kissing in between saying "I love you"...? Thank you!

Hi anon! Here it is <3

Jumin - Kissing in between saying "I love you"

Usually, Jumin was the one to tease you about being a whirlwind around the penthouse. You had a tendency to jump from one activity to another without pause. However, for the past few days, his usual composed movements had become more erratic. He would spring up from his seat to go double-check paperwork and plans, moving through your home like he couldn’t get anywhere fast enough. A last-minute business trip had come up unexpectedly, an opportunity that he couldn’t miss, and for the first time since marrying you, he couldn’t bring you with him.

To say that he was worried about leaving without you was an understatement. So far, you had been able to accompany him everywhere. While he had managed to work through his old fears of being separated from you, he still liked to avoid it when possible.

Since meeting him for the first time, and even more so since getting married to him, you have had been given an exclusive insight into his life. From the outside, he seems to approach every obstacle with a cool air of indifference, so that everyone around him can’t help but think he’s invincible. That couldn’t be further from the truth.

When he’s nervous, Jumin Han drinks. He paces back and forth, talking out loud to himself. He obsesses over his cat, and over you. He shops, starts up new projects, and spends long hours in the office. His mind is in a million places at once.

So, tonight, you sit on the sofa, sip your own glass of wine and watch Elizabeth chase him back and forth across the living room. You laugh a little as she takes a swipe at his bare ankles sticking out from his pyjama bottoms. By now you have learned that the best way to support him when he’s like this is to be in the moment with him (and swap out his wine for tea after the first few glasses).

He likes to know that he’s not alone, he likes to bounce ideas off you and have you reassure him when his worries become irrational. He will follow you without protest when you pull him to bed when it gets late, and he’ll listen to your voice soothing him as he falls asleep.

This time, his worries are doubled. He has talked to the chef, bought extra cat food, and had yet another talk with the security team. Besides being worried about you, you know that a part of him is worried about being alone on the trip. This opportunity is big, with a lot of stakes tied to it. He has practiced his pitch over and over, asking for your input on the angle he should take.

While he is a very capable businessman, Jumin is only just getting used to allowing himself to feel human, and it’s easy for him to get caught up in all his emotions without you there to support him.

The morning he’s set to leave, he wakes up before the sun rises. You follow him to the door, on bare feet, still in his sleep shirt.

He turns to you, eyes darting around the room, checking off last-minute things. “Do you remember where the extra cat food is? And remember that the chef is on speed dial if you need him.”

“Jumin. Look at me, darling.” You don’t want to send him off when he’s like this.

His eyes dart to your face, then back to the room behind you, then to Elizabeth in her cat bed in the living room. It’s no use, you need to snap him out of it somehow. You grab his tie and pull it so that his face is at your level and you can look him in the eye.

“Look at me. We are going to be okay, and so are you.” He opens his mouth to interrupt but you silence him with a look. “I know where everything is and who I can call if I need anything. Don’t forget, you can call me at any time if you want to talk. And oh, one more thing.”

You kiss him firmly. “I love you.”

He blinks. His eyes focus on your face, processing your words. You’re finally getting through to him, though his shoulders are still tense. 

You kiss him again, hard and sure. “I love you.”

He reaches out to you, both to steady himself and to hold you closer. When you kiss him a third time, he kisses you back, a soft chuckle escaping him.

“I love you, darling. I’ll see you soon,” you murmur against his lips.

At the same time, he says, “I love you too. Thank you, my love.”

[myesno]

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