"Do you trust me?"
the question comes abruptly in the course of their conversation and normally under typical circumstances, joohyun would simply say ‘of course’, in a sort of incredulous tone because there is nothing more obvious to her than the complete trust she places in the man she is currently leaning against.
but there’s something somber in the way his voice has turned deeper and his arms have tightened almost imperceptibly around her waist and so she turns her head, twists her neck around to look at him as best she can with her lips just barely skimming across the curve of his jaw, pressing a kiss to the skin there as she whispers, “yes, i trust you. in everything. why do you ask?”
and it’s true, she muses, as she waits for him to answer - it is true that she trusts him in everything. There is likely very little actual basis for this trust - but then what is trust if not faith? She doesn’t need to know for certain what kind of person he is or his track record or anything - trust is just trust, plain and simple, and there is nothing as certain to her as the knowledge that should she fall, he’ll always be there. she is fully aware that he’s likely gathering his thoughts in order to present his words in the best possible manner, he’s extremely deliberate with what he says and she’s used to their conversations slowing into a sort of lazy, second-thought, exchange .
as such, she simply sighs and leans her forehead against his neck in order to wait comfortably, breathing in the faint smell of laundry detergent ( theirs now, not just his - she’s used his washing machine enough that her clothes started to smell like his ) and the warmth coming off his skin melts into hers and she shifts to get closer, eyes falling shut contentedly.
he breaks the silence a few seconds later, lips parting and he swallows before murmuring something about wanting to take her somewhere on a trip, just the two of them, somewhere nice and warm and sunny - but it has to be a surprise. joohyun’s joking when she whispers something back jokingly about it being like a honeymoon but the way his eyes widen and his fingers clench against her stomach prove she’s actually right and she cannot help the little gasp of surprise - “are you…do you mean…?”
she’s not entirely sure what she’s asking, but as always, he knows what she means and simply smiles, slow and knowing, before leaning forward and kissing the corner of her mouth. “maybe.”