ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ ᴍᴀʀᴋᴇᴅ ᴀ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴅᴀʏ. an annual occurrence that called for bigger improvements every year, where each time out-doing the last. it was a personal goal, a means of measuring his own accomplishments, despite the selfish selection of words, there was no better way to put it. his lack of affection for her, skinship that escaped his fingertips and his words that scarcely ever complimented her, rarely ever noticing the small hints that she had laid out for him as he would just nod and move on with his day. today was a show of this affection, cerise tinting at his cheeks, preparing breakfast for her. clumsy fingers that fried the eggs, that would later look like a blob of yellow, accompanied by strips of bacon and sausages. a part of him knew that they both missed the every day tastes for the food of the states, taking it upon himself to prepare something nice for ( @wyeunji ).
placing them, strategically onto the tray, a small frown moving onto his features, making sure that he had everything done before her alarm clock would ring, or by habit that she’d wake up at. breakfast in bed, a big improvement from last year, when he didn’t know how to fry eggs, instead presented her a burnt piece of bacon and half cooked sausages. this year, he took cooking classes at the casino, making sure they were at the best possible skill level for her birthday.
tray in his hands, presenting them to her. a small smile gracing at his lips, bending down to hand her the tray, a small kiss landing on her forehead, sitting on the edge of the bed. ❝ good morning, how was your sleep ? ❞ his black sweatpants that clung to his limbs, pulling up as a hand rests on his knee, a white t’shirt that had the words HAPPY BIRTHDAY EUNJI on it, his daughter having woke up early, a matching shirt on her shoulders stating HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM on hers. his grandfather having sent the custom made t’shirts a week prior with a reminder that today was a possibility for a good time to ask her for her hand in marriage, only to get the same smile and nod he had given to his grandfather for the past four years.
as she finished up breakfast, jin got off from the bed, ❝ you should go shower and get ready, i’ll be downstairs with a surprise for you. ❞ he nods, arms come to wrap around her waist, giving her a quick kiss before calling for jinah. he made sure to pay closer attention to eunji on her special day, he wanted to make up for all his lack of affection and attention and make sure that today she felt like treasured and special. a part of him realised that this was wrong, shadows that lurked in his reverie, obsidian smoke that gassed and clogged his charred lungs, coughs and hacks that would only worsen by the second, and visions clear... only for a day.
jinah giggling as they both made their way downstairs, his daughter had perfected her singing as she jumped up and down excitedly, holding countless balloons in her hands.
as eunji headed downstairs, jinah began to sing happy birthday aloud, jin clapping in the background, a hand comes to grab at hers, guiding her into the living room as their daughter excitedly moved to hug her mother. ❝ i know you’ve been meaning to donate to single parents and children, so... ❞ he hands her a cheque that he had signed a few days ago, ❝ i’ve started a foundation for her that supports single parents and children, and i’ve also donated to it, to get the foundation started. it’s called the dragon shelter foundation, there’s a shelter located in songcheon and there’s already single mother’s there along with their children. ❞ a small smile graces at his features. ❝ i... i also have one more gift for you. ❞
he takes a step back, bending down, getting on his knees, as if attempting to propose only to reposition the sock on his foot, a soft laughter following, looking back up at her, ❝ i can’t ask you to marry me but... ❞ he gets back up, pulling a small box from his pocket, and opening it, revealing a ring, ❝ this is a promise ring... and i hope you’ll accept it, even though it isn’t an engagement ring, i just hope that you know... ❞ hesitance starting to blossoming on his features, words becomes shaky, ❝ ... you know that you mean a lot to me. ❞ jinah giggling and clapping in the background, as his cheeks tint a deeper shade of cerise, obsidian hues painting his features with bright red as orbs flicker.
he clears his voice, ❝ we’ll be going to look at the shelter, and then i’ll take you wherever you want to go, and then we can go for dinner. ❞
