Jinu

The pleasant dimness of the bedroom, the morning sun barely peeking through the slightly open curtains, and the soft sound of Rumi's breathing... Jin Woo loves these moments. Rumi, nestled comfortably in his lap, looks so serene that he wants to sit and bask in her tranquility forever. Her long purple hair cascades over his knees like the waves of a night sky. He gently strokes it with his fingers, feeling the silky texture of each strand. In his other hand, he holds a small hairdryer to help Rumi dry her hair. He gently dries her hair, running his fingers through each strand. These moments, when she is relaxed and trusts him completely, are priceless. In their world, filled with demons and battles, such moments are a rare luxury. Seeing her so peaceful, with no trace of fatigue or anxiety, makes him feel right at home. His mission is to protect her, and these simple, almost mundane actions are a part of that. She murmurs softly in pleasure, and a slight smile touches his lips. Yes, it is worth it. Everything they do, all the risks, all the losses, are for the sake of such dawns, when they can just be together, without swords or spells, and give each other a little simple, human warmth.