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It’s been a little over one year since you and Jumin got married and life couldn’t be better. You kept on organizing the RFA parties with the help of Jaehee who at some point decided to resign from under Jumin and opened a coffee shop on her own which you, in turn, helped her manage.
Zen worked as hard as always, admired his own looks, and became fast friends with Jaehee even though you suspected there might be something more there. Saeyoung was taking care of Saeran and helping emancipate him. Yoosung was finally taking his studies seriously and part-timing at Jumin’s firm.
As for the man himself, Jumin worked just as hard, even more focused on profit now that he had an impulse control in you. Some days kept him to his work more than others, sometimes he was away for up to a week, but at times he took a day off and enjoyed spending it with you in bed.
He rarely indulged in these lazy days, but when he did you both would take out a couple of bottles of wine and would slowly drink them while enjoying each other’s company. You either watched TV, or read, or anything else really as long as you would be next to each other. In the evening you would also indulge in the other’s body and drown yourselves in pleasure.
You had everything you wanted: a man you loved and who loved you back, good friends which you always had next to you and that supported you emotionally in everything you did.
Today you and Jumin were sitting on the couch, drinking wine, and talking. You talked about nothing, everything, things that bothered either of you, things which you enjoyed, things you loved about one another.
This particular day was special though because you got Jumin to open more about his childhood and the whole thing that led up to the Rika fiasco. You knew how hurt Jumin was when he found out the truth about her, but you saw how much more hurt he was when his and V’s relationship started getting a bit rocky.
It all culminated in Saeran trying to shoot V after you managed to rescue him and the aforementioned man ending up hospitalized with an almost fatal wound. You could see the worry and the pain in Jumin’s eyes and every small gesture.
A few days after V woke up from the medically induced coma, you and Jumin were visiting him. You were both sitting in separate chairs, Jumin’s closer to V’s bed. When V slowly opened his eyes and saw the two of you together he smiled a tired smile in your direction.
“Take care of him for me, will you?” he whispered, his voice still rough from sleep.
Jumin did not say a word, but you nodded and watched as V extended a hand towards Jumin. Your soon to be husband took his hand and squeezed it as they watched one another intensely. You and Jumin did not speak about this afterward, but you felt there was something deep and heavy there. You did not want to intrude where Jumin would not allow you so you kept quiet.
Until today. Well, Jumin voluntarily shared memories from another time, a time before you, before Rika. A time in which he and V would share their nights with one another. In which they held each other and loved each other and hoped that they would forever be submerged in their own little world.
You held Jumin’s hand through all of this, held his hand when it started shaking, when his eyes welled up with so many years of unshed tears, held his hand when he finally voiced how insecure he was about telling you all these and how scared he was you would leave him.
So you put away both of your glasses of wine and took him in your arms. You covered his face in loving kisses while your hands stroked his hair.
He kept on going about how V used to be his anchor, his lifeline, how they would comfort one another when life was particularly hard for either of them. How when Rika came into both of their lives V never before looked as happy as when he was with her. How he and Jumin drifted apart on a physical level, but that did not hurt Jumin because he knew his best friend was in the arms of the only person in this world that could make him happy.
He voiced his worries after keeping them in for so long about how he felt V distancing himself gradually emotionally from him and how Jumin had to realize that now they were both growing and could not keep on with their relationship in anything other than friendship.
How after everything that happened with V and with the knowledge that Rika was dead he saw no future for his heart in sight. How he knew that he would always have V in his life, but how it always felt like it wasn’t enough. How his heart broke with every hardship V was going through and did not seek Jumin’s help.
And finally how you came in and swept him off his feet and how you brought a light into his life that he never knew he would get. How you thought him what love was and you showed him how forgiving love can be and how you filled his heart with joy.
He kept on crying and you kept him in your arms and prayed you could heal this poor man’s broken heart. You told him that much and he insisted that you already did, but you knew better. Because you knew him better than he knew himself. So you thought of a plan and the next day you put it in motion.
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The next morning, Jumin went to work with a kiss pressed to your forehead and a heartfelt ‘I love you’. Soon enough after he left you got ready to leave and meet with V which you messaged last night after Jumin fell asleep. He cheerfully agreed to meet with you despite the fact that you kept your reasons a bit cryptic.
So that’s how now you and V were sitting on a bench in the park, watching the reddened leaves fall on the still surface of the lake. It was a warm autumn day, but you both clung to the cups of coffee you bought prior to coming into the park.
After taking a sip of your coffee you turned your head towards V. He kept on glancing at the breathtaking landscape in front of him probably feeling sorry that he did not grab his camera given how his hands kept fidgeting around the cup in his hands.
Now that he had almost no problems with his eyes - after Jumin paid for his expenses for the greatest ophthalmologist in the world which he reluctantly accepted given how worried your husband was after V almost dying - he was back to taking photographs which you auctioned occasionally at the RFA parties.
“Hey, V?” you approached him if somewhat a bit anxious.
“Yes,” he said warmly, turning his beautiful eyes on yours.
You felt heat rush to your cheeks. After what transpired the night before you could barely sleep thinking about how to approach this. You thought back on all of their interactions and you could, in hindsight, see that they still deeply cared about one another. And you hoped that care was enough for what you were planning.
“I talked to Jumin last night,” you said, trying your best not to fidget too much and hold your eyes on his.
“I should hope so given that he’s your beloved husband,” he said with a chuckle. “What about?”
“About you,” you whispered. “About both of you.”
Realization dawned on V’s face and his expression soon turned from peaceful to sour. You could see fear creeping its claws inside of him and grabbing him whichever way it could, but he trained his expression into a carefully neutral one and plastered a fake smile on his face.
“That’s an old story, dear. You don’t need to worry about any of it,” he said with a rather cold tone.
You grabbed one of his hands with your free hand and squeezed it in a reassuring manner which made surprise flicker on his face.
“I’m not worried. I want to help you. Both of you,” you said earnestly. “If anything, at least help offer the both of you closure, given how everything unfolded.”
You took a deep breath which expanded the dull ache forming in your chest which was so very characteristic to when you were overwhelmed by emotions.
“Or anything,” your voice was edging on uncertain now. “As long as Jumin is happy I am willing to give him anything, and so are you.”
You could see V swallow probably around a knot in his throat and then he let out a sudden gush of air. He must have been holding his breath without even noticing. His mesmerizing mint eyes lowered to your hand in his, but he dislodged it so he could wipe the stray tear now falling from the corner of his eye.
“You are so much better than either me and him, dear. I don’t deserve this much kindness from you given how much I hurt him in the past. And I wouldn’t want to come between the two of you. You make him so happy that the risk is just not worth it.”
You leaned over him and cupped his chilled cheek and wiped another tear away.
“Trust me. What Jumin and I have is strong. You wouldn’t come between us, you would just be adding to the equation,” you said with a slight tremble in your voice with tears threatening to fall from your eyes also.
The heartbroken smile V gave your way made your heart clench.
“You don’t know that,” he said stubbornly.
“But I do, Jihyun. And I know this is not a mistake. Please, at least give us a shot. Give me a shot.”
He closed his eyes at your words then leaned in on your hand. He breathed out with finality.
“Fine.”
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When Jumin came home that night he found both you and V on the couch, each of you sporting a glass of wine and talking. The surprise on his face was rather obvious and he froze at the entrance.
“Princess, what is this?”
You shot him a small smile, rose up from your place on the couch and left your glass on the table next to it. You made your way to Jumin, pressed a lingering kiss to his lips and whispered how much you loved him.
Then you made your way to V, pressed a kiss to his forehead, told him now it was his turn to take care of Jumin and you went to the master bedroom to allow Jumin and V to talk about what was going on between them.
You smiled proudly at yourself, knowing you did the right thing, knowing you would heal two broken hearts with this small gesture. Because you loved Jumin and you could see how much he cared about V and you knew that if things happened the way you wanted them to, all three of you would lead a happy life from here on now.
This was happy ever after and if you could grab it in your hands, you would not let it go.