#jbminz.

[principalles]

an interview.

@loveurn

where do you see yourself five years from now? 

nowhere else, but right here right now. would anyone wish for something else than the sight jb was now more than used to wake up to in the morning? not every mornings. not all of them. but most of them. lately, he’d been having the thought that this should be remediated, soon, possibly very soon. what would be her reaction if he ever brought it up? the idea seemed almost incongruous to feel nervous about. 

the fact that he now had her almost every mornings, the warmth of her back against his chest when the weather allowed for him to keep her close without feeling much discomfort from the heat sleeping bodies tended to emanate during their slumber. that alone, should have been enough to not make him feel any nerves in the idea of asking her to--move in with him. 

get a place together. or have her settle in permanently with him. hell, he’d even move into her own place if she suggested it. then eventually coerce her into finding one of their own, where they could start over together. for now though, years from now, he was content with the thought of this simple desire to reach over and find her next to him being fulfilled. 

because whether she was body against his, or moved to the other side of the bed so he had to pull her back to him when he was awake and aware of the distance put in during the night. then at times, she would be the one waking him up gently with her hands searching for him, when the nights were cold and blankets were an option, yet jb was the only one that seemed to keep the chills of every morning breeze at bay. 

so, how could he give any other answer but this one when he was asked during every interview where he saw himself in the future? would any men think of anything else but this when they were asked this? maybe if they were, in his shoes, actually answering a question about his career and not his personal life, they might stop themselves from zoning out completely and tuning out the interview to daydream about the possible answers he could boldly give to the interviewer. 

right, so he schooled his feature with a smile, “right here, right now, doing exactly the same thing, i mean if i can say so myself, i am doing pretty good no?” 

he was known for that, wasn’t it? a smile, a jest, some charm, some humor. rectifying, lots of charm. at a current point in his career, jb had even been denied by his own management team to ever be interviewed by female journalists. what a joke, as if he could have ever misbehaved in front of cameras. he could have, and he might have once or twice, but it wasn’t technically his fault when he’d slipped then. technically. 

but enough of technicalities, the next questions had to be slipped through without anymore of him zoning out or thinking about his bed and minzy--who he’d left this morning, with great difficulty. because this interview was at such an early hour that he’d had to get up way before the sun was even up. 

they probably did this sort of set up to get genuine reactions out of the personality they were interviewing. sleepy minds tended to have loose tongues. 

so, what about future projects? 

the future was bright, what else could he say? for example, it resembled something like that apartment he was thinking about with the earlier question. with him and minzy and her little puppy. maybe more puppies along the way. a beautiful kitchen and a library of course. also, matching rings. 

memories of a sunny day, of a white dress, of vows and the solidity of their union in the sight of his ring and her ring when their fingers would find each other and grasp without hesitation. that was where the future was taking him, peacefully like that. a ride that would be maybe not effortless, maybe not without its bumps and obstacles. but if he had her, it would feel that way. at least, he’d make sure to not let it be the way his parents had let themselves be.

to begin with, he and minzy were not together for the same reasons his parents had been. so that was a good beginning. that meant that when jb would become a father, he would be a better one than his own had ever been. in fact, that future could not be without a child in the picture right? a little boy maybe? but no, he was leaning heavily on a little girl. because, a copy paste of minzy would be ten times more adorable. 

not only would it make the future bright, but it made it softer and more soothing. he’d healed from old wounds so well, that he could even envision himself loving something that would come from them without any restraint. without any fear of if he would be good enough to handle something so fragile as the life of a child. but it would be his and hers and he had the strength and ability to love them both equally with everything he could pour out. 

jb had that in him. he’d also completely failed at not zoning out, so he was brought back a bit dazedly, blinking at the sound of his name. 

“ah, right, sorry i was thinking of that future.” and now he really wanted to go back to his apartment and hopefully start working on it in this present day. literally. 

“there is a partnership in the making.” he’d almost slipped there on the word partner, “something i have been working on with someone really close to me, i might have to retire at a certain age but it doesn’t mean i can’t build something else in the meantime.” 

so, much like a legacy you are currently creating? 

this interviewer had all the right words. but he was not going to zone out this time. 

“yes, you could say that. we’re working our ways to the first stage so i can’t say much about it right now, but you’ll know as soon as it is ready to put out in the world.”

it wasn’t a lie, but every words seemed to be bringing him into a double entendre. at least his manager would catch onto it. but jb did have something he was working on, a publishing company that another model and he were seeing if they could fledge out hopefully. the man was a good writer, jb adored his books so it was an investment he was more than interested in seeing to fruition. 

like he’d just told the interviewer as well, it was something that was just in the talks and as such he really couldn’t say more about it. much like the future he envisioned for his personal life too. but time would make it possible, eventually one day, jb will stand by the world and be able to hold that future where it belonged.

right here, right now, with him. 

[principalles]

in case you ever wondered. @loveurn

in case you ever would have liked to know, about the million of things that make jaebum love the woman that he loved.she was determined. young and thrown to the wolves and she still stood to this day, her own patron in her own world with a smile. kind, giving, assertive in not having the world hardened her where she’d wished to remain soft. 

in those mornings where she would be in his kitchen, brewing something and he would walk in after a shower. they tended to wake up at the same time. because he’d received the same sort of rigorous training of keeping up with another life besides the one that most people lived. they tended to fall right into their schedule together and minzy had a natural grace to it all. she didn’t complete him, she just made things double times whole. 

she did that, she made him feel like he’d never missed a part of himself. had never needed to find another broken piece. to fit against her in the morning, hear her soft laugh and the protest that usually died within a few seconds of him pressing his mouth to her cheek, then her neck. doing anything but taking one of the cups that was sitting on the counter. because nothing mattered more than to feel her body to his in the morning.

at night too, but the moment was to this rising sunshine and the opportunities and duties that laid ahead. when she managed to turn with a scowl up at him that read more fond than irritated, that made him think that she was a star herself. get the idea, a star capable of rivaling against the sun. not of those that can only show themselves when the sky was dark and things were shadowed by darkness. no, she was radiating. his own not so little burning star, with all of her points somehow planted firmly in his chest.

where hers were pressed, the tissue of his shirt be damned, useless as it was to keep away the memory of what jaebum now knew how to remember by just closing his eyes. but he liked to hold her face while she was smiling like after the scowl, when the fondness was too strong to hold in and it melted into a poodle to welcome the fall of his heart. in her palms. with his palms on her cheek and her leaning in to what she knew was his mouth seeking hers. 

there lied one more reasons, she was a damn good kisser. her hands were always first in moving, lately, they’d grown fond of his hair. growing past his neck. at this rhythm he wasn’t sure if he’d ever grow into the need to get a hair cut and h would blame her when it became evident that one might be needed by his manager and his agency. for now he could just be content in the sounds he caught from her throat.

the ones that were shivered from her body to his. the ones that had her back arching to press against him even more and that, that always had jaebum dizzy and wanting. so early in the morning and he already wanted to forget the day unless it was field with an endless field of her. 

‘stop, hey,’  if she would let him of course.

because another thing to love--although it was hard to appreciate it in other occasions, was the head she had on her shoulders. the responsible, rational, professional head she had on her shoulder. the one that made her good at her career, at handling the businesses she had. at making sure her contracts fit with what she needed and deserved. the line to not cross. the ability to hold up a hand and put an end to any farce or in this case, a sure fire way for them both to end up being late at their respective events of the day. 

‘do i have to stop?’ ‘yes, you do. we do.’ 

however, add to that her gentle touch in quieting him and his whims. soft, short kisses, to his slight pout. to his nose. against his cheek, and those palms holding her face, in her fingers now and to her mouth they went too. soothing the cut. 

see, she was also tender. on top of everything else. she was also many, many more things that could not properly be described and that jaebum did not have the time to linger on right now. not if he wanted to steal a few more seconds of arguing about five more minutes before he had to be sent out on his way. 

or forget the seconds, how about five minutes? an hour? a whole day? 

‘you’re supposed to decrease, not increase!’

but how could he leave her at the door when she was laughing like that and he knew he’d done that. put a bright picture of her in his doorway. 

‘i like to increase my chances. set expectations high.’  ‘oh, i know that.’  ‘so, a week?’ ‘shut up and leave.’

hard task, but jaebum was complying. just one more kiss instead of a week of doing nothing else but staying in with her. he’d take it as much as he didn’t think it was fair. because she was persuasive too. although for now the job was a bit sloppy since she was holding him still and engaging him in more than she was pushing him out. 

her hand in his shirt, creating new wrinkles, the angle of her head, the way she was leaned in, telling him she was reaching up with all the dexterity she had off the ball of her feet. above everything else, she was hard to let go of. 

‘you should go.’ / ‘i should go.’ 

pulling him back in instead of letting him do as they’d both said. 

‘now.’ / ‘yeah, now.’ 

closing the door behind him and then jaebum was the one arching his eyebrows down at her, for mere seconds. because the next were lost in the daze of her expression and the temptation that laid, given. 

so maybe he wouldn’t get a week, but he wasn’t leaving anymore. which should not have been something to rejoice because his manager wold have his head, but jaebum could careless. his girlfriend had just given him one more reason to love her and he wasn’t going to let that go for any event. none.