While Jumin had long since enjoyed giving his fiancé endearing nicknames only for her, he had found her use of nicknames particularly familiar yet unsystematic.
At the begging of their acquaintanceship, she would frequently use ‘love’ or ‘hun’, or the like, at the end of her sentence or address most of the RFA. The terms used both genuinely and sarcastically, as seemingly just a part of her way of speaking. However, as she grew closer to the RFA, all would receive endearing and personal nicknames, which suited her humorous and a bit childish side. Jumin had yet to receive a personalized nickname no matter how far their courtship had progressed. While he knew she only used honey-bunny and darling with him, he was growing a quite a bit jealous while hearing her tipsy and sweet voice call the rest of the RFA with endearing nicknames at the after party in their apartment.
“Yo-Yo how did the event last weekend go? I remember you mentioning wanting the top prize no matter the cost”
Jumin took a slow sip of his wine.
“Zenny I Listened to the cast recording of your latest musical, it was marvellous! How did you like YA-YA? I know you pre-ordered for bonus (…)”
Her voice though sweet, was incoherent as he stared at the bottom of his glass trying to drown his feelings of possessiveness that were trying to creep their way out.
After the others had left, Jumin was going through the motions of preparing to retire. In the middle of hid routine
“…min honey did you hear my question?”
She was looking up at him with knitted brows, looking slightly concerned.
He moved to wrap his arms around her waist to feel her warmth
She reciprocated immediately, holding her own hands on his back
“What were you thinking about during the after party? You looked lost in your own thoughts”
She turned her head up to gauge his reaction with nothing but adoration and slight concern in her eyes
Jumin smiled, his heart aching a tad
“Nicknames…” his baritone voice trailed of
“Well… personal nicknames. You got one for all of the other members of the RFA, and I got jealous”
“Well I do have 2 for you but none of them really… I mean Juju is cute but I keep thinking of a certain drag queen and min…”
She blushed and immediately buried her head in his chest
Barely above a whisper, she uttered
“If I call you min or Min-Min… Seven and my family will tease me to death”
“Hmm..? Now you’ve piqued my curiosity, what is the correlation there?”
“Darling, you know my first language right?”
She squeezed him tighter as if to bury her head in his chest
“I know you’re a fast learner do you remember what kind of word ‘min’ is?”
As he searched his memory, he unconsciously started swaying
“Possesive pronoun, 1st person”
She nodded, her cheeks heating against his chest.
Jumin cupped her face to bring her in for a deep kiss.
“Well seems both of us can be a little possessive love”
