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     Jumin liked to hide away any misfortune, especially at the morning as to both not overwhelm and ruin your mood. This man owned a good, trained poker face. However, it's more obvious than ever that today he's stressed out with everything.

     Despite numerous tries to remind him about something certain that's taking place today, he'd been urging left and right. Pushing his paperwork into the bag while doing his tie simultaneously. You couldn't help but smirk after leaning against the frame of the bedroom door.

     “Are you sure you haven't forgotten something, honey?” Your voice teased him slightly; dark blue, almost grey eyes snapped up from underneath the eyelashes for a second.

     He sighed and ran his hand through the black hair. Thanks to the enormous window replacing the wall he looked somewhat enlightened, you adored whenever the sun's shining warm colors down onto the man painted in cool ones. Yet his heart fit the sun best, you thought.

     He then flipped his phone open to ensure he'd seen all messages. “Yes, I'm confident I gathered my needed working materials.” You hid the smile behind your finger.

     Jumin walked up to you, towering above your shape and perhaps it's been quite uncomfortable when first meeting him; now it's just simple comfort for you. He rose his hand to your forehead, brushed the hair that's in the way and left a kiss to your warm skin. 

     It tickled, making you giggle. “It will take around five hours until I return, I'm sorry. I promise I will be there for our dinner.” His apology's filled with surface lingering annoyance towards his schedule.

     Since he didn't want to leave in the first place, either. You nodded and showed a small pout to him once your hands came around his suit. “You still forgot something.”

     The way he frowned looked overly adorable. Before he's able to part his lips his phone rang with Assistant Kang's nummer shining on the display. He sighed sharp as he passed by your shape.

     “I'm sorry, my love. I have to leave. Please remind me another time.” And with that he'd been forced to run out of the apartment.

     With your hands on your hips, you shook your head in defeat. You're aware it's not his intention to forget; on the contrary, Jumin loved spoiling the living soul out of you. And the two of you kept an close eye on each other's important dates, the birthdays, for example. They needed to be celebrated well with lots of fun.

     The last one had been very comfortable, how you both took days off at a spa and woke up with breakfast in bed. You played with the strands of your hair a second longer while the thoughts ran through your head. Perhaps you should leave him a message instead.

     Your own birthday had become a celebration you looked forward to and that all thanks to your lover. Jumin went out of his way every year, making you the happiest woman alive with brand new gift ideas and trips every time. It's cute how he broke his head over the next one by the current celebration, even. 

     Elly jumped onto the sofa in the living room; her bright blue eyes round as she eyed your face in something that resembled serene. “Are you wishing me a good birthday instead?”

     You chimed to her playfully when taking your phone from the table, the cat meowed loud and the sound had you chuckle. After picking the words you opened the messenger to text your husband the one thing he'd forgotten by all the stress.

» You: Love, you will return tonight so we can celebrate my birthday in the pool, right?

     Lastly you added a cat emoji before sending him the message. To your surprise; no answer came in for the entire rest of the day. You'd been around the place and every thinkable face wished you a beautiful birthday by their own wamrth.

     You went to the chef to let them teach you a cake recipe as they decided spontaneously to make one for you, gifted with your helping hand as secret ingredient. It'd been a good passing time to try baking with them; the taste a compete success.

     Strolling through the Villa had you a tad more exhausted as the hours passed by. At some point you sat down at the bed to stretch your body. A nap couldn't hurt, you thought to yourself while checking our phone. But just like before; no new message from him.

     Although others had the chatroom open, you decided to lay down and join them in. The way Saeoyung pretended to sing there with Zen complaining that Jumin's not around had your mood lifted some more, Yoosung's picture of a balloon in your favorite shape had been the cherry on top.

     Finishing the talk you placed the phone onto the nightstand while a yawn escaping your lips. Seemed you'd been more drained from walking than first suspected. Therefore you cuddled yourself deep under the blankets to get some rest.

     Yet as soon as you've woken up from the blurry dreams you were in; it's a hand on your shoulder which took a moment to realize at all. Warm as always with every stroke over your skin. “My love, wake.”

     The voice of Jumin's softer than usually as it called out for your attention. You turned around, hair tickling your facial features before your stroked some of them away. He sat in his suit still. Black strands close to cover the eyes filled with a certain glimmer you're unable to identify.

     His pure presence a little suppressed by the strict wrinkles on his forehead. “Jumin..?” You asked sleepy, his hand running down to cup your cheek.

     “I apologize, (N)...” He began out of the blue. “You kept hinting towards your birthday and I didn't acknowledge. I'm very sorry for forgetting.” It made you smile.

     This man would be the death of you one day by how cute he's able to behave. You sat up, rubbing the sleep out of your eye. “It's okay, don't worry too much!” You giggled the words considering you meant them wholeheartedly.

     He parted his lips, however, you were quicker pressing your finger over them. “I don't mind, Jumin.. It can happen, okay? You've been stressed.”

     It's not his fault by all the work; you'd be the last holding it against him. Jumin's face relaxed only so much, now you noticed the gift sitting patiently on his lap. Wrapping paper of your favorite color with some very beautiful flowers you didn't knew the name of. He then placed his hand onto it afterwards.

     His greyish eyes suddenly lifted with something close to ecstatic. “Therefore, given I didn't realize by myself, I wanted to make up for that.” Your lover raised the present.

     A hint of a smile underneath the poker face he's trying to keep for whatever reason. “Happy birthday, my love (N). I love you and I am grateful to be with you for another celebration of your birth.”

     Feeling your cheeks flame by the affection, your eyes darted back down to the gift soon enough. Once he nodded as premission your curiosity won the upper hand for you to carefully rid the wrapping paper. Knowing this man, he probably packed it up by himself after coming home.

     With the fingers taking the lid off, you found a few things. Cute looking plushie so, so soft inside your palms. One of your favorite artists works with the sign in the corner. It made you gasp out in shock.

     “No way!” That's when Jumin lost the professional composure and couldn't resist a smile.

     He waved his hand for you to continue; not even giving you much time admiring the piece of art made by hand. So very well done and detailed to the base. You rolled your eyes amused and found something like flyers on the bottom.

     Another quick gaze shot to him and you took them out, reading what they said. They're tickets, that's the first thing coming to your mind. Thus the place they're for almost didn't surprise you. But only almost.

     You stared down at the one name of the location; the one place you'd been dying to show Jumin ever since meeting him for the first time in the chatroom. These were both tickets to your very own country.

     “What...” The breath left your lungs altogether; having the CEO take the tickets into his own hands on both ends. A slight blush on his cheeks, what a rare sight.

     He then sighed. “I'm aware that you wanted to visit your family and hometown for a while, as well as show me..” He avoided your eyes by lowering his head.

     “Of course we could've used a private helicopter or jet,” His smile widened while giving you a side look from the corner of his eyes, catching your jaw dropping.

     It had him shake his head. “But I know you traveled to Korean normally. So I want to recreate that memory and take on a flight with you in the familiar way.” 

     Silence followed the intentions he openly admitted. Tears formed in the corners of your eyes, that's how touched you felt by his consideration. So very humble despite all the money in the world; wanting to experience your first frightening flight to Korean for the sake of your career.

     And now your lover's the person taking you back home? What a gift that was. Probably one of the, if not the most amazing you'd ever gotten in your life. Jumin escaped a silent gasp when you're urging forward with strength in your arms.

     They fell around his neck, the smell of his perfume so safely hugging you back before he's acting on a single move. Your smile hurt when it reached your cheeks all the way up, heart behind your chest beating like it's about to jump out and run.

     “I love you!” Your rough tone set the man on the edge of your bed into motion; two strong arms coming around and holding you tight. “I love you so much, thank you..!”

     You sniffed into his shoulder, hearing him huff at your reaction. “It was the least I could've prepared to make up for it.” He rubbed over your back in circles.

     The position wasn't the most comfortable, you decided to sit down in his lap for a while and calm your racing pulse down. Jumin kept his touch on your body in a soft manner, leaving a kiss to your cheek after some moments went by.

     Finally you found your voice, leaning your cheek to his shoulder for comfort. “Do you want a piece of cake?” You changed the subject. “Me and the Chief did one earlier.”

     Jumin stopped stroking your back for a second, trying to see more of your face. The confused look on it forced a wheeze out of you. “You baked yourself the cake?” He sounded quite buffed.

     You nodded, going even as you kissed his cheek. “Hmh, it turned out great. You wanna try it?” 

     Hearing your pure happiness helped Jumin let loose of the remaining tension inside his body, nodding his head. “I suppose this is a different kind of birthday for you. But I would never say no to your pastry, my love.”