The premise of the meme is simple. Two characters, lovers, have been separated for a time. How long is up to you, as is the reason for the separation. Was it unwilling - an imprisonment, a required journey - or because of a choice one of the characters made? The reason may, of course, color the reunion, and somebody may be pretty miffed, with good reason. Still, the theme is the same: intimacy after being apart.
This meme is mostly geared towards being a smut meme, but nobody will judge you for just doing so heavy fluff.
[ Jumin had taken the first flight back in the morning, gone for two weeks on an extended--and incredibly mentally exhausting--business trip. The negotiations had been ridiculous and gone back and forth for far too long. Things finally broke when, at a dinner meeting, Jumin had finally met the company head's wife. The charm had flowed freely, as it tended to, and it was eventually her voice in her husband's ear that brokered the deal.
He couldn't have been more thankful.
His conversation with Zen the night before just made him oddly eager to get home. He was always glad to not have to go through the same deboarding process that common people had, but it still forced him through the airport like everyone else. When he steps beyond his gate he removes his sunglasses, letting his gaze sweep the crowd for that one familiar face.
...Of course, it's rather easy to find him. He's the one surrounded by girls, tittering away.
Jumin approaches behind him and clears his throat quietly, settling his glasses back on his face. ]
[ He's speaking to one of the girls as Jumin approaches, megawatt smile on his lips, the one he summons when meeting fans. Zen is just handing back the DVD cover he's signed when he hears Jumin say his name.
He straightens up, and glances back over his shoulder with a smile that's far more genuine. Then he turns back to the girls, still every bit the star but with a firmness that wasn't present before. ]
And now I must leave. Thank you for keeping me company.
[ A protesting whine goes up as one from the group of girls, but they're already forgotten. He turns to face Jumin, easy smile belying the emotion beneath the surface, though some of it lights his eyes. ]
[ There's a brief, hard look from Jumin over Zen's shoulder at the girls just before he turns around, a glance that silences the wine and sends them moping off, muttering under their breaths. It's not as if their relationship was necessarily secret--they were both too in the public eye for them to even try--but it didn't mean everyone was super thrilled about it.
Well, at least there was no hatred. And Jumin had been privy to some of the things that they posted online. Their imaginations were... something else. ]
There was a storm on the way back that delayed us. I would have been back sooner without it.
[ What he doesn't mention is his annoyance being verbalized when it happened. He had important reasons to get home. And all of them were right in front of him.
His gaze finally softens, a fraction, as he lifts his hand to lightly toy with a bit of the bangs hanging in front of Zen's face. ]
[ Not everyone was thrilled about their relationship, it was true. Society was too far concerned with an entertainer's image and reputation. That he should be seen as available to his fans to increase his popularity, or that he should be in a carefully managed relationship for the publicity.
Zen had never wanted that kind of celebrity, thankfully. He'd sacrifice leading roles and wider recognition to live honestly, and to be recognized for his talent alone rather than some manufactured image.
This, right here in front of him, was so much more important.
He smiles again at Jumin's fingers in his hair. ]
You look tired.
[ It's doting, not criticism; he reaches up, gently closing his hand around Jumin's. ]
It was a long flight made short with thoughts of what waited.
[ There's a brief moment where Jumin allows himself a smile--more importantly, he gives Zen a smile, something calm and serene and positively adoring. But it's gone almost as quickly as it appears as he schools himself again, clearing his throat lightly. He lets his hand remain in Zen's, however, as though it wasn't anything to get excited about. ]
Of course.
[ He leads Zen through the airport, doing a fair job of ignoring any happy or surprised gasps as they pass. And there are plenty of them, most directed at Zen. His hand tightens slightly as they finally step outside and it doesn't take long to find the car and he lets Zen slide in first before he climbs in after him, settling back against the leather of the seat.
When the door gets closed the Jumin Air dissipates and he lets out a quiet sigh, sunglasses deposited into a cubby before he crooks a finger. ]
[ It's his usual egocentricity talking but there's something softer about it, something reserved for just the two of them. He can be this confident when he's secure in what they have.
His public mask slips too once they're in the car, in favor of a playful raised eyebrow as he inches closer. ]
[ Jumin glances up, a brief check to make sure the window between them and Kim is closed--not that he'd be concerned if it wasn't, but it's definitely easier to be this way if they're private. The car takes off as he slips an arm around Zen's waist and he pulls them flush together.
A faint smile appears briefly as Jumin lifts a hand, brushing a bit of hair away from Zen's ear so that he can lean in, putting his lips near the outer shell of the exposed ear. ]
[ His eyes fall closed, and a soft, pleased sigh escapes his lips. Zen shifts closer almost on instinct, his shoulder resting against Jumin's, letting him hold a little bit of his weight.
Letting himself get close, as he does for no one else. ]
[ Jumin allows the weight, even silently revels in it. It's warm and comforting and he's home now, which is what's important. Home and relaxed and the stress of the last two weeks gone the instant they climbed into the car.
He turns his head slightly and places the lightest of kisses against Zen's temple.
He might be tired. ]
I didn't mean to be gone for so long. They were quite stubborn. Next time, I'll arrange for you to fly out to be with me.
[ Zen continues to lean into him, but one of his arms raises, that hand curling gently around the back of Jumin's neck as they settle close together. He can hear the weariness in Jumin's voice, feel it in the way he settles into the seat. ]
I did miss you. But I understand you have important work to do.
Eventually. I was finally able to meet his wife at dinner. She, apparently, thought I was more than fine enough to do business with. And he is a man who can't say no to her.
[ His lips twitch faintly and he eventually lifts a hand up to gently grasp Zen's chin, tilting it upward so he can see his face.
He would politely ask for a kiss, in some sort of way that makes it sound like he's doing Zen a favor, but he can't be bothered. He just takes one instead, leaning down to press their lips together, soft and reassuring. ]
[ Zen laughs softly, the sound a pleasant rumble, low in his chest. ]
Fine enough, eh? Did she think you fine enough as in, she thought you capable? Or in, she thought you handsome?
[ It's gentle teasing, a pale affectionate shade of the aggravations they used to trade in the chat room. And even that fades in the wake of that kiss, his entire being settling happily afterwards. ]
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He couldn't have been more thankful.
His conversation with Zen the night before just made him oddly eager to get home. He was always glad to not have to go through the same deboarding process that common people had, but it still forced him through the airport like everyone else. When he steps beyond his gate he removes his sunglasses, letting his gaze sweep the crowd for that one familiar face.
...Of course, it's rather easy to find him. He's the one surrounded by girls, tittering away.
Jumin approaches behind him and clears his throat quietly, settling his glasses back on his face. ]
Zen.
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[ He's speaking to one of the girls as Jumin approaches, megawatt smile on his lips, the one he summons when meeting fans. Zen is just handing back the DVD cover he's signed when he hears Jumin say his name.
He straightens up, and glances back over his shoulder with a smile that's far more genuine. Then he turns back to the girls, still every bit the star but with a firmness that wasn't present before. ]
And now I must leave. Thank you for keeping me company.
[ A protesting whine goes up as one from the group of girls, but they're already forgotten. He turns to face Jumin, easy smile belying the emotion beneath the surface, though some of it lights his eyes. ]
Did you have a good trip home?
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Well, at least there was no hatred. And Jumin had been privy to some of the things that they posted online. Their imaginations were... something else. ]
There was a storm on the way back that delayed us. I would have been back sooner without it.
[ What he doesn't mention is his annoyance being verbalized when it happened. He had important reasons to get home. And all of them were right in front of him.
His gaze finally softens, a fraction, as he lifts his hand to lightly toy with a bit of the bangs hanging in front of Zen's face. ]
Your hair's grown some.
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Zen had never wanted that kind of celebrity, thankfully. He'd sacrifice leading roles and wider recognition to live honestly, and to be recognized for his talent alone rather than some manufactured image.
This, right here in front of him, was so much more important.
He smiles again at Jumin's fingers in his hair. ]
You look tired.
[ It's doting, not criticism; he reaches up, gently closing his hand around Jumin's. ]
Your driver is waiting outside. Shall we?
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[ There's a brief moment where Jumin allows himself a smile--more importantly, he gives Zen a smile, something calm and serene and positively adoring. But it's gone almost as quickly as it appears as he schools himself again, clearing his throat lightly. He lets his hand remain in Zen's, however, as though it wasn't anything to get excited about. ]
Of course.
[ He leads Zen through the airport, doing a fair job of ignoring any happy or surprised gasps as they pass. And there are plenty of them, most directed at Zen. His hand tightens slightly as they finally step outside and it doesn't take long to find the car and he lets Zen slide in first before he climbs in after him, settling back against the leather of the seat.
When the door gets closed the Jumin Air dissipates and he lets out a quiet sigh, sunglasses deposited into a cubby before he crooks a finger. ]
Closer. I believe I owe you something.
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[ It's his usual egocentricity talking but there's something softer about it, something reserved for just the two of them. He can be this confident when he's secure in what they have.
His public mask slips too once they're in the car, in favor of a playful raised eyebrow as he inches closer. ]
Oh? Do you? What could that be, I wonder?
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A faint smile appears briefly as Jumin lifts a hand, brushing a bit of hair away from Zen's ear so that he can lean in, putting his lips near the outer shell of the exposed ear. ]
Potrei guardarti tutto il giorno.
[ It's a bare whisper, faint and rumbled out. ]
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Letting himself get close, as he does for no one else. ]
Mmm.
I missed this. And you.
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He turns his head slightly and places the lightest of kisses against Zen's temple.
He might be tired. ]
I didn't mean to be gone for so long. They were quite stubborn. Next time, I'll arrange for you to fly out to be with me.
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I did miss you. But I understand you have important work to do.
You won them over, yes?
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[ His lips twitch faintly and he eventually lifts a hand up to gently grasp Zen's chin, tilting it upward so he can see his face.
He would politely ask for a kiss, in some sort of way that makes it sound like he's doing Zen a favor, but he can't be bothered. He just takes one instead, leaning down to press their lips together, soft and reassuring. ]
That's better.
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Fine enough, eh? Did she think you fine enough as in, she thought you capable? Or in, she thought you handsome?
[ It's gentle teasing, a pale affectionate shade of the aggravations they used to trade in the chat room. And even that fades in the wake of that kiss, his entire being settling happily afterwards. ]
Much better. I miss you when you aren't here.