@0_imstella: Being a CEO sounded impressive. To everyone except Kim Minjeong. — Because being a CEO meant airports. Meetings. Business trips. Contracts. Late nights. Endless paperwork. — And most importantly— being away from home. — Away from her wife. Away from her daughter. — Which was the part that Minjeong hated the most. — Because no matter how expensive the hotel was. No matter how successful the business trip became. No matter how many deals she signed. — It never felt better than home. — Home was Yu Jimin. — Home was Minju. — Everything else came second. — Thankfully. Jimin never let Minju feel alone. — When Minjeong was away. Jimin was always there. — School projects. Bedtime stories. Late-night nightmares. Breakfast before school. — Jimin handled everything. — And she never complained. — Not once. — But sometimes. Especially on the harder days. — Minju missed her Dada too much. — Those were the days Jimin would pick up her phone immediately. — “Should we call Dada?” — And Minju's eyes would light up instantly. — Every single time. — “Dada!” — The second the video connected. — Minjeong's face would soften immediately. — Because there she was. — Her little girl. — The person she missed most. — “There's my princess.” — Minju pouted. — A very serious pout. — The kind only children could make. — “I miss you.” — Three simple words. — Three words that destroyed Minjeong every time. — “I miss you too.” — “When are you coming home?” — And every time. — Minjeong would look at Jimin through the screen. — Because somehow. Jimin always knew exactly what she needed. — Soon. — Her eyes always said soon. — And Minjeong believed her. — Because she wanted to. — Today. Soon finally arrived. — The second Minjeong walked through the front door— — “DADAAA!” — Something small and very fast launched itself at her. — Minjeong barely had time to put down her suitcase. — Then Minju was in her arms. — Holding onto her like she planned to stay there forever. — Minjeong laughed immediately. — The exhausted kind. The happy kind. — The kind she only had at home. — “Hey, Princess.” — Minju buried her face in her shoulder. — “Don't leave again.” — There it was. — The guilt. — Always the guilt. — Minjeong kissed her forehead. — “I'm home now.” — And somehow. That was enough. — For the next few hours. — Minju refused to leave her side. — During dinner. During television. While unpacking. While answering emails. — Everywhere. — Like a tiny shadow. — And honestly. — Minjeong loved every second of it. — Jimin noticed too. — Especially every time Minjeong thought nobody was looking. — Because despite being a CEO. Despite running an entire company. — She became unbelievably soft around Minju. — And Jimin adored that. — By nighttime. The house finally became quiet. — Minju had fallen asleep. — Or at least. That was what they thought. — Jimin stretched tiredly. Then headed toward their bedroom. — Expecting to find Minjeong asleep already. — Instead. She found her sitting behind the desk. — Glasses on. Papers spread everywhere. — Working. Again. — Jimin stared. — Then sighed. — “You literally just came back from work.” — Minjeong looked guilty immediately. — “I'm sorry.” — “Kim Minjeong.” — “I just wanted to make sure everything was finished.” — Jimin walked over slowly. — Then, without warning. Sat directly on her lap. — Minjeong froze. — For approximately two seconds. — Before immediately melting. — Every time. — Without fail. — Her arms wrapped around Jimin's waist automatically. — Pulling her closer. (concomsec) #foryoupage #foryoupage #jmj #winrina #au
