if you were to ask how her past week had been, jinsoul would dreamily sigh and utter the two words she deemed perfect enough to sum up her carefree days -- "pure bliss." the serenity that washed over her calamity was enough to leave her in a state of happiness for the next two months. as long as she was able to submit into the arms of her lover at the end of the day, jinsoul found any burden or inconvenience a passing storm. nevertheless, doubt continues to reappear once thursday begins to approach, still unable to affirm the whereabouts of her husband during previous nights. and although it wasn't of her nature to hold grudges onto fleeting concerns, she couldn't help but to wonder if there would be a night where he'd have to leave after dusk.
in deep slumber, his missing presence had gone by unnoticed for about an hour or so. until the breeze that fluttered against her bare legs prompted her to groggily tug onto the blanket with added force, expecting her husband's weight to hold it back. yet, it draped over her body flimsily without as much as a pull. curling her body inwards, she caved into the warmth that often welcomes her in the dead of the night - alas, she was met with the expanse of the bed that was occupied a couple of hours before. heaving herself to sit up, she blinks the drowsiness away to fixate her eyes under the dimly lit room. "jimin?"
dread blooms within her stomach only to quickly dissipate once she hears traces of his voice, mumbles and mutters that barely form coherent words to her yet loud enough for the perturbed female to affirm it was jimin, indeed. climbing out of bed, drawn by her curiosity (and worry that he hadn't been getting enough rest) she trails her way to the living room, his voice ringing with clarity as she gets near. "love, why- " backtracking, her body halts at the undertones of his words, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she pieces his sentences together. "what are. . you doing?"
there's a /pure/ undercurrent that accents the romance between jimin and jinsoul, a note that he thinks has been present since time immemorial. it never stales, and though he would never openly admit it to many, it is a touch that he hopes continues even in the future. he'd had no trouble obliging her sweetly chimed request, relishing the connection that he'd honestly been missing himself over the course of the past few weeks since he'd undertaken this job. he'd taken the time to brand the feel of her, for the nth time, into his memory ー how she'd cling just /so/ to him at a certain time during the night, how the curve of her body remained receptive to him even in slumber.
and then it is thursday, and he has to recommence his routine ー albeit at a location that's less disruptive to his wife's sensibilities than the former. it calls for more stealth on his part, though, and jimin has trouble extricating himself from the clutch of her limber fingers; he's painfully careful not to rouse her again, her notoriety for waking at the drop of a feather a reputation not easily unremembered. this done, he exhales and dons a shirt before grabbing his phone off the dresser and stealing away to the living room sofa. it simply would not do for jinsoul to hear him...the hypothetical mortification of such an encounter leaves him flustered with just the thought.
rubbing a hand over his face, he begins.
//wow *you're back i hate replying on phone also, love, when should we include the timeskip?
although she continues to question his whereabouts during these weekly night out, jinsoul was far too ecstatic to bother asking. as if naturally drawn to jimin, her arms made its way around his torso, a sense of belonging brought by the whiff of his familiarized scent, washing away her distress. parting the embrace after a tender second, she cradled his cheek within a palm, weary eyes now curled into crescents at the cheshire-like grin that hung from ear to ear.
"that's wonderful -- i, well, i'm glad you're back sooner." her silent demands and answers were no longer needed as she found refuge within his arms, merely relieved to finally fill their home with his soothing voice rather than the white buzz of the television. at the roguish demeanor that overtook her husband's features, however, jinsoul's gaze fell to the floor as heat rushed up to settle upon the apples of her cheeks. it was undeniable how much the passing hours had brought along the feeling of incomplete, and she knew jimin could read her like an open book.
"i. . i mean, it got a little lonely." her hand fell to his shoulder, fingers gripping gingerly as if in desperation as he inches closer and she couldn't help but to perch upon her toes to grant him a bashful peck against the corner of his lips. "i wanted to sleep with your arms around me."
jimin walks on the balls of his feet, a habit gleaned from his days as a sneaky little agent of love and desire. he's very quiet in general, so he is pleasantly surprised when jinsoul appears before him, eager levity etched into her delicate features. a head to toe glance at her makes his decision seem more and more like correct one with every passing second, and instead of an immediately vocalized response, he strides toward her and closes the distance with an arm cinched around her hips. his nose dips playfully into her ear for a lingering few seconds and then rescinds the contact, head bobbing in a nod.
"mhm, finished up early today." he wonders if he should tell her he's not going back, but since that's not quite the case, he doesn't say it. instead, he decides to , honeyed timbres imbued with the mischief characteristic of his person.
"someone seems to have missed me a whole lot."
he purrs with all the smugness of a cat that's been given the last vestiges of their favorite cream, edging even closer to her so that his cologne becomes intermingled with her own fresh, sweet scent.
kicking the bed sheets aside for the nth time that night, jinsoul continues to shift and fidget against the soft mattress. it seemed to her, no matter what position she laid in, there was no trace of comfort that could put her heart at ease. the moment her husband stepped foot outside of their humble abode, she was quick to distract herself, occupying the stray thoughts by indulging in pictures she'd captured earlier on in that week. alas, that barely lightened the burden that weighed upon her sullen shoulders, eyes trained upon the glaring numbers of the digital clock on her screen, making it seem as if time dragged on longer than it should be. the next hour she was curled up against a corner of the couch, flipping through each channel that broadcasts late night telenovelas and news report -- nothing of her interest. except for the one channel that previewed next week's episode wherein a couple gets caught for infidelity. "what are the odds. . ." she grumbled chiefly for her own ears and abandoned the television as a whole, shuffling back into their bedroom.
thus, she's left sprawled out across the width of the bed, aimlessly staring at the empty ceiling as a wistful sigh slips past her brims. curling into the side where her husband would usually sleep in, she buried her face into his pillow and pitifully suppresses the unwanted thought that lingered into the back of her mind. right as she lifts a hand to chastize herself, the familiarized thud of the door as it clicks into place brought her movements to a halt. could someone have broken in? but through the front door would seem quite silly of them. unless-- she subtly crawls out of bed and presses her ear against the bedroom door. it was. . . earlier than she had expected if it /was/ her husband who returned. assuring no signs of disturbance, she left the comforts of the master bedroom to meet her husband, a jovial grin plastered across her face in contrast to her glum demeanor before. "your back?"
"of course. i'll be careful."
at jinsoul's leave, jimin finally exits the room and proceeds outdoors, but the memory of her wistful regard tracking his every movement, her velvety lips against his skin...even now, driving as he is, he still feels the phantom pressure of against the back of his hand. the distraction on his part persists until he's in his booth, and he expels an agitated sigh and removes his headphones as he proceeds to go speak to his boss about being an at home agent. he'll lose the crowd factor, and thus a part of his fun, but it is worth seeing his wife keep her smile. one of those brilliant smiles were enough to make his entire day. jimin's nose crinkles at his reflection in the rear view mirror, somewhat aghast at how smitten he is even now ー however, he treasures what is his, and psyche belongs to him just as much as he belongs to her. give and take, push and pull, this state of equilibrium is how he prefers to live his life; perhaps that's why her discontent has him so on edge.
getting the approval ameliorates the weight on his shoulders, and he carries on for three hours more before he's finished and on his way home again. the azure gleam of the car's clock reveals that it is eleven pm, and he thinks it is a great amendment to the three o' clock shenanigan he'd pulled the last time. he can't help but wonder what exactly it is that she fears so much ー her last comment seems to imply that she thinks he's involved in something dangerous, but he did tell her that that wasn't the case. he hopes that this early return assuages her distress*, and he reenters their shared home, anticipation lending him the bounce in his steps. of course, now he has the difficulty of trying to avoid her when it's time for his calls. he knows she is a light sleeper, unless he is there with her or she's exhausted...a suddenly rakish smile materializes upon his mien, for therein lay the catch. he'd make certain to tire her out first. snorting at himself for the second time that day, he removes his shoes and coat and proceeds down the hallway once again.
//* not implying that you're not pleasant company oHO
also, we can do the timeskip after soul knows he's back. i think it may flow better that way. <3
jinsoul's eyes bore into her husband's with an inquisitive gaze, observing every flutter of eyelash that bats her way or deceptive smiles that may have come about to her as a hint. her shoulders slump in defeat at his vague reply, and yet she couldn't help but to soften at the affectionate caress of his calloused fingers, finding herself caving into the touch with a tilt of her head.
"i believe you, darling. i just get worried seeing the bed empty besides me, sometimes."
lissome fingers curling around his wrist, she brought his hand closer to lay a plethora of kisses against the back -- a gesture of the strong endearment she felt for him, and in a way, a reminder. however, before jinsoul could savor the tender moment shared between husband and wife, she found him pulling away in a hurry, and the gleam in her eyes flickered into dim orbs.
"of course, i wouldn't want you to be late. return back to me in one piece, yeah?" swallowing the sigh compiled in the back of , she elicits a lighthearted chuckle, letting his warm hand slip away past her fingertips. taking hesitant steps to trail after him, she pressed her front against the bedroom door, determined to see him out even after the numerous departures she's witnessed. forlornly eyeing his departing frame, she allowed the drawn out sigh to string past her lips into the silent room, guilt and worry etching onto her heart with uneasy pricks. there was no sleeping for her tonight.
jimin's adjusting the strap of his watch and securing his earrings when his petite wife makes it known that she's awake, her lyrical cadences spurring a lump of trepidation to settle at the pit of his stomach. jinsoul's curiosity spells trouble for him, and this is enough to tell him that his noncommittal responses were, after all, impotent.
"it is...difficult to say, darling. the hours are irregular." he keeps his answer frank, resisting the urge to fidget before her from being so ambiguous. her eyes are large and soulful by moonlight, expression such that it could soften the hardest of men.
"don't worry, i'm not up to anything nefarious or illegal."
his hand cups her cheek, thumb strumming against the velvety surface as he breathes out a chuckle, hoping to diffuse the tension he hears lurking within the undercurrents of her voice.
"you look like a spurned puppy...how can i go now?" a cursory glance at the timepiece on his wrist makes him sigh, reluctance evident in the slow way he extricates himself from her.
"the hours are against me, though. i really must ー"
edging toward the bedroom door, his mouth twists up in a sheepish sort of smile.
a light sleeper has its quirks -- one of them being easily shaken awake by the mere graze of her lover's lips. a quirk she has grown awfully fond of, it brought about a soft simper amidst her sleepy state. with a groggy hum, her eyes fluttered open to be met with the sillage of her husband as he flits off into the bathroom. it seemed a little too dark for it to be time to get ready albeit certain weathers that merely brought on a plethora of grey clouds. however, one glance at the time made jinsoul's smile falter; it was one of those nights. a woman like herself, bounded by fate to be loved by such an ethereal man -- the god of love, himself -- can quite often be worrisome. it wasn't that she didn't trust him, no, but having been a human once was enough to determine the hope she had towards humanity itself. and what a greedy world, it was. seeing him slipping out of the house and returning in the dead of the night pined at her endlessly. another quirk; being aware of any exit or entrance made due to the light thud the door creates whenever it's closed.
tonight, however, she was determined to /know/. what exactly she wanted to hear, jinsoul herself wasn't sure of, but at least a few comforting words could put her suspicions at ease that perhaps, jimin had found himself another lover. it was an awful thought that even her conscious preferred to fight off than accept, but with the increasing amount of hours he takes to return home, it was almost inevitable to grow a pit of doubts. pushing the sheets aside, she climbed out of bed to approach her husband, who seemed to glow as bright as the sun at its peak despite the current hour, dainty fingers reaching out to cup his elbow tenderly.
"will you be gone for long tonight?" her voice soft and silvery, cusp by the slight edge of being woken up, she peers up at him behind her lashes, biting her tongue to halt the flood of questions wanting to pile out.
jimin's been keeping secrets again. it is nothing so troublesome or illogical as keeping his identity hidden from his lover, but it does make him feel a certain sense of nostalgia. he presses his lips to jinsoul's cheek, and then her temple, sheet skimming down one golden hued shoulder with the action. her sleeping face is a sight to behold: time did not dare wither her beauty, and she is just as much of a pretty little thing now as she was then. but beyond that, jimin values the soothing quality of her companionship and resilience. the latter trait is somewhat of a cause for concern, however, at least when he doesn't want her to know something. psyche ー jinsoul ー has a penchant for shrewdness that history itself has proved works only to get her what she wants. he's only thankful that she hasn't yet questioned his departure on tuesday and thursday evenings; not overtly, anyway. she seemed to take his vague answer of 'work' in stride.
it isn't a lie, of course, but he is a bit abashed by the nature of the work. it's amusing when he's doing it, something that brings in a pretty penny on the side whilst appeasing his competitive urges. the longer the call, the more money the operator makes, and jimin just adores seeing the stares of fascinated horror that his colleagues shoot him when he breezes through everything with a smile and unabashed statements that drip with filth and sugar. he took six hours on tuesday, as the caller ended up asking advice on her marriage after the fact. he'd gotten home late, though, and he's been somewhat skittish around jinsoul ever since. nevertheless, he gives her a squeeze, voice that sweet croon he reserved only for her,
"i'm going to get ready for work now, kitten."
and then he slinks out of bed to shower and get dressed, putting aside his guilt to get in the businesslike frame of mind he utilizes for any task.