#zenxreader

[gureishi]

I had spam and eggs for breakfast

XD though can I request 20 with zen, fluff please :D

Truly thank you for telling me, breakfast is everything

Yes, of course! What a sweet prompt for lovely Zen—I had a lot of fun writing this. I hope you enjoy it!! ♡

twenty: fall in love all over again

ZenXReader, T, words: 1988

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The big analog clock on the wall tells you it’s long past sunset. In the studio, there’s no indication of day or night—there are no windows, and the high-ceilinged room is lit for mid-morning. As far as you can tell, it’s been mid-morning for over ten hours.

You slip out of the soft, low-backed chair, and wander over to the craft services table, mostly for something to do. You pour yourself some decaf coffee (because you really want to sleep tonight) and hover near the obnoxiously large snack platter, stretching your stiff arms.

A youngish man with a beard appears beside you. You shoot him a sideways glance; his badge identifies him as a PA.

“So you’re his manager, huh?” he says. You follow his gaze across the expansive room; it falls, of course, on Zen, who is resplendent in a black mock neck sweater and blazer. He’s getting his makeup touched up, perched delicately on the edge of a stool. You smile at the sight of him: he sits perfectly still, his face tilted up obediently. His hair glitters under the studio lights, like it’s been adorned with ice crystals.

“Yes, I am,” you say politely, because you don’t know this man, and what are you supposed to say? Yes, and also we sleep in the same bed?

“Lucky you,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows. You sigh. Like you, he’s just looking for a way to pass the time. “He’s crazy hot. Any good stories? Drama?”

You laugh. You seem to have fallen head-first into an impossible situation. You have plenty of drama, you suppose—that morning, Zen had accidentally put berries in his yogurt before remembering that their sugar content is too high for a filming day. You doubt this is the kind of drama the PA is looking for.

Before you can say anything, a script assistant who you vaguely know from another set drifts over to the table, croissant in hand.

“You idiot, they live together!” she interrupts, face alight, evidently thrilled to drop this particular bomb. The PA gawks; the assistant speaks in a low voice, filling him in on the more public details of your relationship.

You slip away as discretely as you can, stifling a yawn. Seeing people make the connection, put together the pieces of your relationship—this was thrilling, once. Nowadays, you feel like there’s no crazy, misconstrued version of your relationship that you haven’t already heard. Today, you really just want to go home, crawl into your warm bed, and sleep for as many hours as humanly possible.

You collapse back into your chair, pulling out your phone out of habit. It’s useless—there’s no service in the studio. 

You watch idly as they do a few more takes. It’s not a very exciting shot: Zen turns a corner and walks toward the camera. Then he does it again. And again. It’s boring, but you don’t really mind—you love watching him work. He’s so serious when the cameras are on and so enthusiastic between shots, bouncing on the balls of his feet with anticipation. You’d never know, from looking at him, how many hours you’ve all spent in this chilly, windowless warehouse. He’s practically radiating zeal.

Finally, finally, they wrap for the day. The director whispers to her assistant and the call is repeated, echoing throughout the huge room. Suddenly, there’s a bustle of activity. You draft a quick text to Zen’s agent and another to his publicist; they’ll go through when you get out of this cellular data dead zone.

You linger as people start to disperse. It’s chaos as the crowd moves and shifts, packing up and yelling goodbyes across the room. The first day of filming is always this way: long, boisterous, draining.

You’re drafting a longer email when he finally approaches you, his tall figure casting a shadow over your phone screen.

“Ready to go home, babe?” 

He’s in full anti-paparazzi gear, a baseball hat and a mask and a giant scarf. His eyes—the only part of him that’s visible—glimmer, and he winks at you.

“Please,” you sigh, tossing your phone into your bag.

He doesn’t take your hand, because his publicist has repeatedly asked him to please stop doing that while on location. He nudges you with his shoulder, though, offering you a little bit of his warmth.

He’s tired, too—you can tell, though you’re sure no one else could. You see it in the way he walks, his strides just a shade shorter than usual—and in the way his voice sounds, a little bit deep, a little bit muted.

You’re quiet as you walk to the car; he waves goodbye to everyone, calling them all by name—the actors, the assistants, the hair stylists and set dressers and boom operators. It’s just like him to have learned all of this already, you think.

You make your way down a bafflingly long hallway and—at last—into the parking lot. It’s fully night, the moon high in the sky. You take a deep breath, relishing in the feeling of fresh air in your nostrils.

Your phone buzzes repeatedly as a day’s worth of texts come in. You ignore them and shoot a quick text to the driver. Zen throws his arms up over his head and breathes deeply.

It’s routine, you think, as the car pulls up, as Zen tosses another goodbye over his shoulder at a departing electrician. All of it: waking up together, going to work together. Leaving work together, riding back home.

As soon as the door is closed, Zen slumps against you, his head on your shoulder. You lay a hand on his knee.

“How do you think today went?” you ask him. He can be tired, now that he’s alone with you. He’s always acting when he’s at work, even when he’s not on camera.

“Mmmm,” he mumbles into your neck. “I’m not sure. I didn’t even say any lines yet.”

You giggle. “Yeah. It was mostly you walking back and forth, huh.”

He laughs his sweet, breathy, sleepy laugh—the one that never fails to give you butterflies, even after all this time.

You fall into silence. You feel the tiredness in your bones: the hours of sitting have made your butt a little numb, and your eyes burn from the studio lights. You remember, vaguely, the way you felt the very first time you came to a shoot with him—like the world was unfurling before you. You wish you could rekindle just a little of that naïve enthusiasm.

You almost don’t notice the car pulling up in front of the apartment. Zen lifts his head off your shoulder and presses a feather-light kiss to your cheek.

“We’re home, my love.”

You thank the driver and follow Zen—out of the car, down the steps, through the door.

“Okay.” He turns to you, tossing off his hat, his mask hanging from one ear. He’s grinning like he has a secret. “Please wait in the living room, darling.”

“Why?” He shakes his head and kisses you swiftly on the lips, darting away before you have time to respond.

Puzzled, you hang your jacket and flop onto the couch, finally catching up on the messages you missed all day. Almost everyone is in the RFA chatroom; you check in, tell them about the filming. They are amused that Zen was just being filmed walking around all day; there’s more to his character than that! you want to yell at them.

Just then, you notice an unexpected flowery scent drifting into the room—roses and lavender. You sit up, sniffing the air. What on earth could he be doing right now?

As if on cue, Zen appears in the doorway in a cloud of perfumed air. His hair’s untied, splayed artfully over his shoulders. He holds out an arm for you and you scramble to your feet. He laughs gleefully—it’s a beautiful sight to behold; he’s all sparkles and unbridled joy.

“Where are we going?” you ask, laughing as he dramatically sweeps you down the short hallway. It’s not a big apartment—there isn’t really much of anywhere to go.

“Ta-da!” He opens the bathroom door with a flourish.

You inhale sharply.

The overhead light is off and he’s lit every candle in the house—they’re on the sink, on the floor, on the edges of the tub. Through the warm, flickering light, you see light, faintly colored steam rising—you peer down and see that he’s filled the tub with hot water and bubbles in numerous pastel colors. There are rose petals and tiny sprigs of lavender floating on the surface.

“Zen!”

He lifts your hand to his lips and kisses it ever-so-gently.

“You gave me nearly twelve hours of your precious time today,” he says, and his voice comes out a little too fast, the way it does when he gets excited and his mouth can’t keep up with his mind. “I know how exhausting it is sitting in the studio. I can’t bear thinking about you feeling cold and tired and sore, all for my sake.” He pauses; caresses your cheek with one long finger. “You’re my whole world. I just want you to feel warm.”

You throw your arms around his neck and kiss him enthusiastically; he stumbles a little, caught off guard, and then catches himself against the doorframe, kissing you back with surprising energy.

You pull away just slightly, your lips centimeters from his. His breath tickles your nose.

“You’re the sweetest, kindest man to ever live,” you say.

“And the most beautiful,” he reminds you, lips just grazing yours, making the bottoms of your feet tingle. “But in this case, all I’ve done is fill up the bathtub. I can do a lot more.”

Your breath catches in your throat. His large hand is at the small of your back.

“C-can I tell you something?” you stammer, before you’re completely swept off your feet.

“Anything, my love.”

“Do you ever feel…hmmm.” You pull back and he lets you, swiping a hand through his perfect silver hair. “Do you ever feel like we’ve sort of fallen into a routine? Like we live together and work together and…do you know what I mean?”

He tilts his head to the side, as if considering it for the first time.

“I suppose that’s true,” he says. “We are together a lot. Which is the only thing I’ve dreamed of since the day I met you, by the way.” 

You laugh. “I didn’t mean anything bad by it. I was just thinking…our lives feel so normal nowadays. You know? But then you go and do something sweet for me like this and…”

“You fall in love with me again?” He winks at you, his red eyes glittering. “That’s exactly what I was just thinking. Sometimes when I’m feeling tired or out of it I look over at you and I just fall head over heels. So much I can’t even bear it.”

“You’re not already head over heels for me?” 

He throws out an arm and catches himself on the doorframe just above you, pressing you body into his chest, leaning over you. You’re wrapped up in the intoxicating, fresh scent of him.

“I am crazy about you,” he says. “I am crazy about you today and I’ll be crazy about you tomorrow and I’ll be crazy about you in one hundred years.”

You breathe in deeply. He still makes your head spin.

“I love you,” you tell him.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you!” he sings, his voice high and sweet. “Now go take a bath while the water’s still warm, my darling. I’ll be waiting for you when you get out.”

So you do.

And of course he will be.

[randomtrashsstuff]

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

'Mystic messenger'

Featuring;

Zen

Jumin han

Jaehee

Saeyoung choi

Yoosung kim

V

Saran Choi

Vaderwood

Y/n L/n

~•COMING•~

~•SOON•~

Please feel free to ask me for Amy request

GENRE: romance

Angst

Fluff

Series

Smut

Pls like my post and reblog💖

[hoesticmessenger-blog]

Kiss and Make Up

Zen x Reader

You sat quietly at the plastic tables in the cafeteria of the production studio. You were on a fifteen-minute break and hoping that the time would pass slowly. To say you were tired was an understatement. Since the budget cuts in the film industry, you were doing the jobs of three people, including your own. Normally, you were in wardrobe, but now you were in charge of ensuring the needs of the talent was met, that they get the correct makeup for the correct scenes, and ensuring that they have the right costumes. It was tiring, and it didn't help that you had twelve actors under your care and a limited amount of time due to the minimum for them, For the most part, they were very understanding, except for a certain individual named Zen.

You don't know what it was about him, but he always went out of his way to make your job harder. While all of the female employees dawned over him, you were cursing his existence for putting you through such hell. Of course, you'd never let him know he bothered you as much as he did, even if it was obvious that he knew. You weren't one to admit things to anyone, let alone an actor who would be gone as soon as the production for Zorro had finished.

Your quiet thoughts and relaxation were interrupted by one of your coworkers who looked just as run down as you did.

"Y/N, could you help me a moment?"

You wanted to say no, but you couldn't, you knew exactly how tired this girl was, and you didn't want to make her suffer any more than she already has. The budget cuts were hard on everyone, and you wanted to make things easier for your coworkers.

You looked at her, a smile crinkling in the corners of your lids. "Sure, whatever you need I got you."

The sigh of relief from your coworker is what made your heart sink, you know how hard this girl is working, it's evident in the bags under her eyes and the frizz that layered her once neatly combed hair. She looked to you tiredly, flipping through pages of a notebook you hadn't even noticed when she approached. "I just need you to take care of Zen. He isn't being the easiest when it's coming to his wardrobe, he's argued with me and a few others about what he wants to wear as opposed to what's required for his role. You're in charge of us, so if you could just explain to him what we tried to explain, that would help."

You weren't surprised by this, and you knew from experience how picky and argumentative Zen could get when it came to how he was to appear to an audience. You sighed and nodded.

"I got this, don't worry." At this you stood and started making your way toward the dressing rooms, leaving your things on the table, knowing well no one would want a half-eaten bagel and a cup of coffee. You would be back later for it, but for now, you were to handle the mess of an actor who called himself Zen.

You approached the various doors that led to each dressing room and stopped before the door farthest to the left of the hall once you heard muttering. It was evident that Zen was in there, you knew his voice more than you wanted to, and he sounded pissed.

"I don't think you understand that this doesn't compliment me. And everything usually does so I don't see the problem with your costumes!"

"I-I-"

You opened the door before your coworker could respond and glared at Zen. You attempted to compose yourself, but your eyes conveyed the anger. You were fed up with the way Zen was treating your coworkers, but you were also in a tough situation considering he was the reason the studio was even getting money. You blinked a few times, releasing the glare from the white-haired actor and softening your gaze toward your coworker.

"It's okay, I can take care of this you go on break okay?" It didn't take much more for your coworker to sprint out of the room, the door closing briskly behind him.

You and Zen stood in silence for a moment, each of you seeming to bask in the emotions of the other. You were angry, and he was amused. This made you irate that he would even find something like this funny. You had never dealt with an actor as stubborn as him, and it was nerve-wracking. He was unpredictable and you hated it.

"Y/N, I missed your pretty face." You forgot about his straightforward compliments or hoped to forget. No matter how much he made you hate him, you would still feel a tingle in your stomach upon hearing him compliment you.

Zen was undoubtedly attractive, and you, much like some of your coworkers, were attracted to him. The only difference is, his arrogance was a major turn off for you. Or so you thought.

You were so deep into your thoughts that you didn't even notice Zen approaching you and standing directly in front of you. All you could smell was sandalwood and pine, with a hint of strawberry. From the nearly inaudible smacking of his teeth, you knew he was chewing gum,

So taken off guard, you weren't able to move back, you could only stare into his red eyes as he smirked at you.

"Cat got your tongue?"

You just stared, unsure of how to respond. Zen chuckled, which brought that familiar feeling to your stomach. This made you move. You backed up and walked over to the wardrobe and drew out the costume that you had specifically designed for Zen.

"You do realize I can't make any more changes on this right?" You tried to avoid looking at Zen, but again you could smell his cologne and it made you weak to your knees. You turned around, only to bump into his now shirtless chest. You felt a blush creeping into your cheeks, and your jaw dropped.

"What the hell are you doing?!" You exclaimed, throwing the costume into his chest as you backed up.

Zen laughed again, this time it was lighter and full of sheer humor. "Changing? I have to be on stage in fifteen. I already told the last guy that I'm not wearing this." He tossed the costume you threw at his chest on the couch behind him.

You wanted to groan in frustration but instead sighed. "I can't change your wardrobe again, Zen. The director wants what he wants."

Something about this was funny to him, so Zen smiled at your comment as he walked to the vanity and sat in the chair before the lights. Peering at you through the reflection in the mirror, he spoke.

"Can you do my makeup? The last guy didn't."

You clenched your jaw at the comment, knowing well he was trying to get under your skin and it was working. You nodded and headed to the makeup closet to gather the supplies you needed, then headed back to Zen. His long white hair appeared gold under the artificial lighting, and his red eyes appeared much brighter. He had this almost angelic aura to him the more you looked at him, but the looks deceived those who weren't familiar with him. You knew just how cruel he could be.

You kept a gentle hand as you stroked the black paint under Zen's eyes to where the mask would rest and only show his eyes. Your brushes were too gentle, and you weren't able to get close enough to get the crease of his eye, which meant you kept walking around him. Eventually, Zen sighed and pulled you into his lap. Your stomach touched his chest, and a breath of confusion escaped your lips.

"You were making me dizzy." You could practically taste the strawberry gum in his breath, and it made you feel dizzy. The feeling in the pit of your stomach was only growing with each breath Zen took, and it made you want to order him to stop breathing. Unfortunately, that's harassment so you decided against it.

All you were able to do was nod and continue to do his makeup. This position was easier, but you were having such a difficult time focusing because of the gaze he insisted on holding onto you, and the feeling of his heartbeat against your stomach. You took a deep breath and kept working on his makeup, trying to forget that his shirtless chest was pressed against you. You wanted to forget about how you could feel the ripples of his abs through your shirt, and you most definitely wanted to forget the wonderful scent of his cologne and gum that filled your nose.

You reached back to grab the mascara on the counter and turned back to Zen, who appeared to be in deep thought. You began stroking the mascara on his lashes, as he spoke suddenly.

"Tell me, Y/N, when's the last time someone made you cum?"

You jumped at this, accidentally moving the mascara brush up the side of Zen's head, leaving a long black streak on his forehead. You got off his lap and grabbed a makeup wipe and wiped the residue off, feeling a blush creeping up your neck.

"I asked a question." He reminded. You gave him a look, trying to muster up annoyance as he was catching you off guard at just the right times to make you feel weak. You hated how much you liked it. You hated him.

"I don't believe that's your business." You snapped back, your words coming out softer than you intended. You felt his piercing gaze on your back as you tossed the makeup wipe in the trash bin. He was behind you once more the second you turned around, and this time you audibly gasped. Your face was fuming, and as Zen stared at you, it felt as if he knew every thought and feeling that coursed through your very being.

"Fair, but I couldn't help but notice the way you would react every time I breathed." Zen hummed. "Which, I'm not at all surprised that you're affected this way by my breathing, because who isn't? But it's just so out of character for you, considering you hate me and all..." He trailed off, looking away for a second before looking back to you with a devilish grin.

"I...." You couldn't do anything but look at him with your lips slightly parted. Your heart was racing and your knees were weak, you were afraid that you would collapse at any moment. He knew how you reacted, he felt it, and you liked it.

"I'm going to ask you one more time," Zen concluded. "And if you don't want to talk about this anymore, then we don't have to. We can just go back to doing my makeup."

"I can't remember." You admitted, not even thinking twice. You weren't going to stop where this was going, because frankly, your desire to just be on him was clouding any rationality. Zen took this as a sign to step closer until he was pressed against you. You were against the vanity and had nowhere left to move. It appeared that you weren't the only one affected by desire, as you felt a bulge against your stomach. You gulped and stared into Zen's eyes that were just as clouded as your emotions.

"You say the word and we can go back to what we were just doing," Zen repeated, his voice huskier than a moment ago. You slowly shook your head.

"I don't want to go back." You concluded, your voice was small and foreign to your own ears. This was all it took for Zen to cradle your back with one hand and place the other on your cheek as his mouth collided with yours. His kiss was smooth and deep as he led you to the couch in the middle of the dressing room. Without breaking the kiss, he tossed his costume off the couch and pushed you onto the couch. He broke the kiss and stared at you with plump lips and lust scrawled across his chiseled features.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to fuck you." He breathed, his chest rising up and down quickly. "I've wanted you for so long."

He hovered over you and stared at you as you lay beneath him, eyes wide and lips parted. He ran his thumb over your lips, down your neck, and to your shirt as he began unbuttoning your blouse. You reached to help him, but he shook his head.

"I'm taking care of you." He decided, and ripped the blouse, leaving you topless, and just in your bra. He ran his fingers along the lace at the bottom of your bra, his cold hands brushing against the bare skin of your ribs, causing you to arch your back ever so slightly. This didn't go unnoticed. Zen smirked before running his finger down your abdomen and just above your skirt. You could feel the burning desire in the pit of your stomach once more as he hovered just above your skirt. He then brought his hands back up to your chest and unclipped your bra from underneath your arched back.

"You're already arching for me?" He teased as he began to remove his pants. You narrowed your eyes at him playfully and slapped his chest, to which he grabbed your hand and looked at you darkly. You looked at his boxers, seeing the arousal that hid beneath them. Zen released your hand and grabbed your chin so he could look into your eyes.

"No touching, you've done enough of that already. It's my turn."

With that, your skirt was gone, and his mouth was on the hem of your underwear as he slowly removed them with a short breath. He tossed your underwear somewhere in the room and looked down to you once more before grinning.

"Just fuck me already." You practically begged, squirming beneath him as he just grinned at you teasingly.

Zen removed his boxers, and within seconds, filled you completely. You were already dripping wet  A moan escaped your lips as you put your hands on his back. Zen buried his head in the crook of your shoulder as he thrust into you, causing another moan to escape your lips. You felt a sharp pinch where Zen put his head, followed by a pleasure filled sucking sensation. You knew damn well the hickey that would form would be noticeable, but you didn't care at all. Zen moved from the crook of your neck to your collarbone, and all over your chest, making his own artwork as he fucked you to oblivion.

Zen's thrusts were getting quicker, and you could feel his abdomen tense up as he rested for a few seconds on you before thrusting again. He was close, and so were you. You felt the burning in your stomach move, and you grabbed the back of Zen's neck and pulled him to your lips and kissed him deeper than you've ever kissed anyone before. Zen moaned into your mouth, which made you shiver in his touch. Your mouth parted as he explored your mouth, short moans leaving his lips and vibrating against the back of your throat, causing you to moan. Zen quickly broke the kiss as his thrusts became ragged, and pulled out. You, although near your climax, rolled onto your stomach and crawled toward Zen, who was holding himself and pumping as he stared lustfully at you.

"Let me." You shooed his hand away and took over for him. You pumped steadily, making Zen's breath quicken, his chest rising and falling as he rested his hands on your shoulders. You took him into your mouth, which lasted only a few moments before he came in your mouth. You looked at him with hooded eyes as you swallowed. He pushed you back down onto the couch.

"Don't worry, I didn't ask you about cum without intending to make you do so." Zen breathily spoke. He then filled himself inside you once more, nearly making your eyes roll back in pleasure.

"Fuck." You hissed as he thrust hard into you, each thrust shooting waves of white-hot pleasure through your body. Your moans increased the quicker and harder he went until you reached your climax and released. You twitched slightly after cumming, and while breathing rapidly, looked up at Zen who pulled out and collapsed beside you, his chest rising and falling as quick as yours.

"I still hate you." You teased. Zen rolled his eyes to this and traced his finger along the many hickeys on your neck and chest.

"These say otherwise."

[mysmeheadc]

Can I have the “that guy in a gorilla costume had been following us for the last ten blocks” with seven being the gorilla (obviously). Any couple!❤️

pairing: ReaderxZen (idk why xdxd)

If it wasn’t Seven then who would it be? am i right?? There’s gonna be some spicy $hittt (not nsfw, more like the extra one)

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It was Halloween in America, many of your friends who did celebrate the festivity were talking about costumes for the day and such, but in Korea, where you were, it was just like any other day. (*)

There where some stores and coffee shops that promoted some kind of Halloween product, mostly oriented to children, although there wasn’t any trick or treating. So imagine the mood,  mostly just fall mood. 

There were some groups of people wondering around in costumes and fake blood, entering bars and pubs or walking out of karaokes. You actually had a Halloween themed dinner with Hyun. A lovely Frankenstein drink and a yummy dish.

You were walking around the streets, with a take away coffee in hand, arm in arm with Zen, enjoying the chilly night wind. Occasionally, Zen would pull you into a sweet and playful kiss. You were walking back home, which was a pretty long way, but both of you really took your time.

You have seen a strange thing following you since you were wondering before, and now it was still stalking you both. You gently tugged at your boyfriend’s arm, getting his attention.

“Don’t be alarmed, but this uh… guy in a uh… gorilla costume had been following us for the last ten blocks.” Hyun frowned at you and laughed nervously.

“Jagy, I think you drank too much.” he laughed a little. 

“No, for real Zenny, turn around and you’ll see.” you insisted. He looked back slyly and opened his eyes like saucers.

“What the hell?!” He muttered. You looked at him with that “Ikr?” look. “Let’s wait a couple more blocks, if he continues, we’ll get into an alleyway.” you nodded. 

The gorilla-man was persistent, so with no previous notice Zen pulls you into an alleyway. He hoovered you and looked down to your eyes, making you blush. 

“Don’t even think about it Hyun, a gorilla is following us.” you read his thoughts with a smile.

“Oh but how can I even resist those lips? The way you say gorilla is so sexy babe.” he mischievously muttered, tracing a sweet path from your jaw to your collarbones with his long, cold fingers. He then kissed you quite fiercely, making you sigh, as he always did. His lips went directly to your neck, making you squeak a bit.

“Wow, wow, wow, keep it PG-13, PG-13 my friends.” a known muffled voice spoke really close to both of you. You scream a little when you see the fucking Gorilla standing there, with its arms crossed, looking like he wanted an explanation.

“What the fuck man? What are you a creep or something?” Zen moved in front of you, protecting you. 

“I’m no creep! I’m your good friend! The defender of justice!” he exclaimed making some exaggerated gestures. 

“Seven?!” you asked really pissed. He took of his mask.

“Voila!”

“You stupid, big idiot!” you instantly started to curse and hit him not so softly to his… quite strong arm. He looked down at you with an “Are you impressed” face. You backed down, back to Zen’s side.

“Watch out Hyun, I’ll steal your girl!” he said running to who knows where. Zen looked… so pissed. He just took your face by your cheeks and kissed you deep.

What the hell is wrong with these boys.

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(*) I don’t live in Korea and know mostly nothing about culture so I looked up for Halloween and they don’t really do much about it unlike the States you know.

So yeah

i suck 

[valentinevar]

Don’t Hesitate to Come Find Me

Chapter 20: That Let’s Me Endure - All The Waiting I Have To Do.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11770503/chapters/32133768

[digitalscratch-arting]

Reader right to left, like a manga!

Click here if you want to learn more about my custom MCs!

This took so much longer than I thought (working between commissions. My hand feels numb.). But I really wanted to draw my fave boy and his MC~ I know I put that she’s 4′11′’ on her initial profile, but I shrunk her a little more. 

Now Ji-Yun’s actually 4′9′’, but she tells people she’s 4′11′’ and wears heels all the time so that way she’s not technically lying. 

As far as the default MCs go, Ji-Yun is actually a mix of MC1 and MC2 (aka. Blonde MC). 

She started off as MC2, but because I love Zen and wanted him to have an MC that looked as “canon” as possible- I merged her with MC1. Don’t worry Blonde MC lovers! I’ll be introducing her when the time is right ^-^;;;

Next up, Jumin and his MC! 

[imnosquare]

Mystic Messenger X Reader (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/UiNb/JimgWQLlbH Hello humans and welcome to my new fan fic I've been having tons of ideas about this game and so I've decided to update and published them hope you will enjoy :D

[foxyotomelady]

Maybe I am a jerk... Chapter I  (JuminxReader, ZenxReader)

Author’s notes:

I’m not sure why I wrote this. I just needed some angst, I guess.

It is happening after Zen’s good ending. You were happy together at the begging, but now it seems like something is off…

And you start to grown very fond of Jumin.

If you get triggered by such topics, do not read it.

Will it continue? For now, I do not know. For now, let’s say it’s a one-shot.

Sorry for my English. If you see any mistakes, tell me about them.

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It’s been quite late and Zen still hasn’t come back from his rehearsal. It’s been like this for some time - you waiting for him till late, worrying and just feeling sad and lonely. You’ve been in relationship with him for 3 months now and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t happy with him…. But now it’s started to be so hard for you. And it wasn’t only about his late till night rehearsals. You understood that it was his work and passion.

You were sitting on the couch in living room and opened another can of beer. How many cans have you drunk already? Three? No, four. You sighed and opened RFA messenger to check if anyone has loged in. Noone…

You fidget on your spot, thinking about something. Maybe you should try and call someone. You were so bored… and lonely. And before you realized you were calling Jumin… Lately you were talking quite a lot and you found it felt nice and…

“It’s you,” Wow, he picked up right away.

“Um… Hello, Jumin. How is your evening?”

“Evening? It’s past midnight.”

“Right…” You answered, embarrassed. “Sorry for calling this late at night.”

“Is somethin wrong?” He asked, concern in his voice.

You smiled. He was always so caring. You couldn’t understand why everyone were calling him a robot. He was always kind to you and after some time you spend on talking together, he opened a bit. You were sure he wasn’t coldhearted like everyone thought.

“No, nothing wrong happened. It’s just… I just can’t sleep. Zen hasn’t come back from his rehearsal yet,” You sighed. “I know I should be more forgiving. It’s his job and… But it started to be so frustrating. And it’s not like he is always this busy, but… but there’s more.”

“What is it?” He asked calmly.

“I… I just can’t stand it. These fans of his, all these girls approaching him, taking pictures with him… Argh… I must sound so pathetic right now,” And you felt pathetic, being so jealous and angry about such small things.

“You’re not pathetic,” Jumin reassured you. “For me, you’re quite a unique person.”

You blushed a little. It wasn't the first time when he made you flustered.

“You really think so? I was aware what it will be like... dating an actor... and now I’m complaining. It’s not fair. Zen-”

“Zen should be more appreciative that he has someone like you.” Jumin said, interrupting you.

“I’m not so sure. I’m not such a good person as you might think. Like… What am I doing right now? Frustrating over his fans, drinking and talking with you late at night.” You giggled, not really sure why.

There was a silence for quite a moment. You felt your cheeks getting hot. Why?

“Are you drunk?” He asked with his straight voice.

“Well… Maybe a little,” You answered shyly. “But does it matter?”

“That is why you’re so bold with me.”

“Bold?”

“You act as if it was something bad to talk to me at this hour when Zen is not there. Are you really feeling this way?” He was still calm as always, but there was something in his voice… Something you failed to name.

Your heart skipped a bit. You giggled once again, “Jumin Han, what are you suggesting? I’m just talking with my friend, don’t I?”

Silence again.

You gulped. Was it really okay talking with him like that? It started to feel… vicious. Even if you were not happy with Zen lately, it wasn’t fair to acting like this. But on the other hand… you were just talking with your friend. You… weren’t flirting, were you?

“Is there something else worrying you? About your relationship with Zen, I mean?” He asked suddenly, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“To be completely honest with you… I don’t think I can deal with this. With his work. I thought I can… But… You know, sometimes he needs to kiss or touch another girl… And I know it is only acting, but… It’s so hard. Am I being too possesive?” You babbled nervously and took another sip of beer.

“I don’t think you are possessive,” He answered. “It is completely understandable that you feel uncomfortable. But I’m sure Zen thinks only about you. I hope so. I would like you to be happy. Even with him.”

You couldn’t help but smile again, “Jumin Han, are you drunk as well?”

“I had a few glasses of wine. Why are you asking?”

“That is why you’re so bold with me.”

“I’m just honest with you,” His voice somehow changed. Was he nervous?

“It is so sweet of you to think about my happiness,” You were really touched and your heart started to beating fast again.

“Are you happy with him?” There was another long silence before he asked that.

“I…” You thought about it and it occurred to you that at the beginning, yes, you were happy with Zen, but now… “I don’t know anymore. But I know he loves me and I don’t want to hurt him.”

“But do you love him as well?” In his voice, in his question … there was something strange. It seemed that he held his breath, as if in anticipation.

“I…” And again your realization striked you- It seemed as love at the begging, but now, after few months, you started to understand. It was more of a fascination, you for sure had a crush on him, but… It blinded you, it is always like this when a relationship started. But now? “I don’t know anymore…”

You can swear you heard Jumin catching a breath, “Maybe you need more time. To get used to his work and-”

“You really think I can get used to it? I don’t thing so…”

“Y/N, if you are so unhappy… I… ” He stopped and went silent again.

“You what, Jumin…?”

“I just wanted to tell you, I’m always here for you. If you feel like you wanted to get something off your chest, I’ll listen.”

“Thank you, Jumin. You’re so kind… so sweet… so…” Ok, you were drunk. You shouldn’t say such things to another men.

“You wouldn’t be so unhappy if you were with me.” He said suddenly, quickly.

Your heart stopped. You felt hot, “Jumin…”

“I would always find time for you, no matter how much work I have. I would never touch another woman, I would never make you feel like you are now. I would make other women jealous of you.”

You were truly speechless. What was he saying… This was… This wasn’t right, “Jumin… Jumin, I think…”

“I’m telling you the truth. I would make you the happiest woman in the world.”

“I think you have enough wine for tonight,” You said, your voice shaking. You can’t… If you let his words get to your heart… You can’t do this to Zen.

“Maybe you are right,” He sighed and as if nothing happened, he continued: “But I would like to have you here with me.”

“Jumin, please, stop this… This isn’t right,” You mumred and took another big sip of beer. You said you want him to stop, but… You were quite intoxicated with his words.

“I am aware,” He said. “But I can’t stop myself. May I have a proposition for you?”

“Proposition?”

“You can always come to my penthouse, if you like. Just inform me before you decided to do so. If you feel lonely, I can… find some time for you. You don’t need to be alone at every evening.”

“Jumin…”

“You would came as a friend, of course,” He reassured you.

“Of course…”

There was this silence again. It was so awkward.

And suddenly you heard as door opened. It must be Zen.

“Baby~! I’m back!” Of course, it was him. You felt guilt filling your heart.

“Sorry, Jumin, I’m hanging up”, You informed him as serious as you could and you hung up. Zen approached you, his face tensed as empty cans caught his eye.

“Have you been drinking?”

You frowned, “Am I not allowed to?”

“That’s not it…”

“You were gone for so long again… I was bored, lonely, I…”

“Lonely?” This time it was Zen who frowned, “Is that why you were talking with Jumin?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “Am I not allowed to?”

Zen sat next to you. He looked very worried. You felt guilty again.

“I know that I have been busy lately, that I didn't have enough time for you… but I will make it up to you, I promise,” He said, his voice somehow desperate. And suddenly, he turned his face to you, his eyes filled with anger, “Why, from all of people, it has to be Jumin?" 

"What are you implying?” You asked coldly, as if you weren’t know already. 

“You two… You think I’m stupid? I saw how often you two were chatting, I saw all of yours sweet little conversations. And now, you were talking to him at this hour?" 

You crossed your arms and looked him in the eye, "Well, I like chatting with him, he is my close friend, he understands me, he is kind to me-" 

"Kind to you?” Zen almost shouted, “This jerk? Kind?" 

"Stop calling him that,” you said, angrily, “He’s not a jerk. To be completely honest, it is you who are a jerk most of the time. You can be so mean to him, without a reason.”

“Well, now it seems I have a reason!” He burst out, standing up. “As you start to grown very fond of him! Really, from all of people… He is not kind!”

“You know nothing about him! And this conversation is over!” You also stood up and rushed to your shared bedroom. When you fell on the bed, you heard the door slam shut. Zen probably came into the bathroom. Maybe he can calm down in the shower. But it will be a very awkward night… Then your phone vibrated. It was a message from Jumin. You pressed your head to a pillow and took a deep breath.

I’m so terribly sorry for everything I said. It was not appropriate. Let’s forget about this. I hope you can manage your problems with Zen, as I wish you to be happy.

You let out a loud sigh. That’s it. You must forget that conversation. You were both drunk.

After some time Zen joined you in bed. He hugged you and whispered a quiet “sorry”. You also apologized to him and returned the embrace. Everything had to be sorted out somehow. But how? So that you would be happy, so that Zen and Jumin would not suffer… You fell asleep with those thoughts that occupied your mind.

Jumin leaned his forehead against the cold surface of the table. How much did he drink? He lost count. But no matter how much he drank, he could not get rid of this terrible pain in his chest. This feeling of emptiness. Elizabeth the 3rd meowed and he looked at her, sad. She sat on the other side of the table, next to one of the empty bottles of wine. 

“I think this time even you can’t really understand me,” He said to her. She meowed again, as if she tried to talk back to him. Her presence always makes him relax, but not this time… 

“What was I thinking?” He buried his face in his hands. He considered Zen a friend. He couldn’t do this to him. But she really seemed so unhappy lately… Was he really thinking about her, about her happiness? Or maybe about himself? 

“Maybe I am a jerk…” He said to himself and he poured  himself yet another glass of wine.

[teriyaki-rager]

I finally posted a fic on ao3, I haven’t posted fic since I was like 12 on ff.net so it’s been a hot minute

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Zen x Reader "Get Up!" (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/35LcTeZeuw Zen is sleeping in late an and (y/n) is trying to wake him up. Zen is being difficult but You'll find a way. It ends up being more fun then you thought~

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Side by Side

Have some zen smut. PWP

You knew that Zen would be coming home from filming relatively soon. He had been away for a few weeks shooting a new film across the country and unfortunately, you still had work to accomplish for his next movie. After you and Zen started living together, you realized just how much Zen had been holding back and refusing to let “the beast” out. That man was insatiable.

Perfect for tonight’s setting: horny and ready for some passionate ‘I missed you so much sex’.

You put on your ‘sex music’ playlist and began to hum quietly to yourself as you prepared for his arrival. You had just bought a new set of lingerie: a sheer red babydoll set. You slipped it over your head, hoping it would be a pleasant surprise for your Zenny. He always said you looked good in red.

As you finished putting on your makeup, you heard the front door open. Your heart was pounding wildly in your chest already, and you hadn’t even seen him yet.

“Babe, I’m home!” You heard him call from downstairs as he set his bags down by the door.

“I’m upstairs, Zenny!” You replied walking as calmly as you could to the top of the stairway, standing with one hand on your hip. You saw him shortly afterwards at the bottom of the stairs. His jaw dropped open and he paused for a moment, just a moment, before taking the stairs two at a time.

He greeted you with a very eager kiss, pulling away to rest his forehead against yours.

“You look amazing!” He whispered, voice already low, “Red looks good on you.”

“It would look better on our bedroom floor.” You replied coyly, taking his hand and dragging him into your bedroom. He walked slowly behind you, and you knew he was appreciating the view. If you swayed your hips a little more than normal, well nobody could blame you.

You heard one of your favorite songs come on quietly from the speakers and you were overcome by an idea that was probably going to give Zen a heart attack.

You forced him to sit on the edge of the bed and gently pushed his hands away when he went to grab at your hips. He liked being in control and he growled, displeased.

You began to sway your hips gently like you saw in the music video, running your hands down your front slowly in time with the repetitive beat. Zen instantly sat still, eyes drawn to your hips. You turned as the chorus started, choosing to run your hands through your hair and let it fall back down. You bent over shaking your butt a little and giving Zen a great view. You slowly made your way back up to standing height, continuously undulating your hips. You knew Zen was watching your every move. Dancing for him was new for both of you and you knew he was desperately trying hard not to interfere. After several minutes, you felt Zen’s hands return to your hips, pulling you closer to him.

You looked over your shoulder at him, his eyes were dark and hungry, and you were about to be his next meal.

You turned towards him again, lifting your knees to straddle him. You ground your hips down into his in a slow circle as you pulled his face up towards you, reveling in his low moan. His hands were sliding up the top of your lingerie, resting on your lower back. He was going to let you continue, but you weren’t getting any farther away than this. You grabbed the hem of his shirt as the song faded out and pushed it up over his head. His hands left you briefly, to help you, returning instantly as the offending clothing was tossed over your shoulder. You pushed him back gently, hands resting on his chest.

As the next song started, you smiled. This was going to be torture for your Zenny. You leaned back as the first lyrics began to play, moving your hips in slow circles. Zen moved his hands up, pulling the top of your babydoll over your head, sitting up in the process. Throwing it in the same direction as his shirt. You pushed his face towards you. He looked up at your face, silently, watching you as he took a pert nipple in his mouth. He sucked on it slowly, torturously, eyes glinting as he watched your facial expressions. You placed your hands in his hair, encouraging him to continue. He switched to the other breast, replacing his mouth with his fingers.

Your breath was becoming ragged and you could feel your face flush. Zen was taking his time, regardless of how desperate you were both quickly becoming. When he was finished teasing your nipples, he moved his way up your neck, biting and sucking as he went.

You moaned quietly when he found the spot he knew you liked and bit on it gently.

“Baby, as much as I love the attention, I think your mouth is going the wrong way.”

Zen huffed against your neck, sending a cold burst of air directly onto the spot he was abusing. It sent a poorly hidden shiver down your spine.

“You’re so impatient for me already?” He asked pulling back with a devilish smirk. “As your music choices have been suggesting, we have all night. I just assumed that’s what you wanted.”

He was staring at you with a faux innocence that was betrayed by the passion in his voice.

He kissed you on your lips then, taking his time to explore every inch of your mouth with his tongue as his hands continued their ministrations on your breasts.

He moved back down to the other side of your neck, sucking and biting just as he had before. Zen slid his hands down your hips and gripped you firmly. You knew what was coming, but still let out a small squeak of surprise when he flipped you onto your back with a low moan.

You let him kiss down your chest again, while you began to work at his belt buckle, deliberately reaching down farther to let your hand brush against Zen’s erection. He hummed against your skin, pleased that you were finally giving him some much wanted attention. You weren’t able to give him attention for too long however, because once his belt was undone, Zen quickly removed it and his pants and returned to you again. His mouth was making its way slowly down your body. Zen was making sure that you were covered evenly in kisses.

He reached your abdomen and dipped his tongue down into your belly button, idly tapping his fingers on your hips, as if he was forcing himself to take his time tonight.

When he reached your hips, he teased you a little more by biting at the elastic on your panties. He sucked hard into your hipbone, leaving a rather large hickey. You moaned quietly and unconsciously bucked your hips up towards him.

“Patience, honey,” He mumbled against your hip, meeting your gaze as you stared down at him, “it’s been a while, I want to make sure you feel good tonight.”

He worked his way down your thighs, stopping to place a small kiss at each knee. He kissed his way back up, pulling your knees over his shoulders as he went.

Zen mouthed at you through your panties and you desperately bucked into him. He firmly held your hips to the bed as he licked you up and down slowly. You squirmed desperately trying to get more pleasure from his mouth than what he was currently giving.

You huffed impatiently.

“Stop teasing me.” You whined.

You felt him smile broadly as he moved your panties to the side.

“As you wish, my princess.”

You bucked up against him when he finally, finally, put his mouth on you properly, licking your clit in small, slow circles.

“You’re such a good boy.” You mumbled between moans, your hands flying to his hair. He responded to the praise with a long groan, that you felt go through to your core.

He picked up his pace and moved his fingers towards your slit. He slid two fingers into you without warning, never stopping his tongue from working on your clit.

“You are such a good boy.” You cooed again, moaning as he bent his fingers in just the right way. You arched your back, breathing heavy. You were getting close and apparently Zen knew it too.

He continued to hit that sweet spot until you were seeing white, knees shaking.

“Zen… I’m so …” You didn’t get to finish that statement. Your back arched up against the bed, hips thrusting against his tongue and fingers. Your head fell back in a silent scream as Zen continued to work you, slowing down to let you ride out your orgasm. He only stopped and removed his fingers from you when your tremors stopped completely, sucking on them as he watched you recover.

“You look so good like that baby…” He whispered quietly as removed his boxers and he slowly crawled over you. He kissed you deeply as he lined himself up properly, sucking gently on your bottom lip.

He slid in and both of you moaned into each other. He was right, it had been a long time and you both were needy and panting.

You wrapped your legs around him tightly as he began to move.

“You feel so good, Zen, baby.” He responded with a growl, and sat up to get a better angle. He began to thrust into you steadily, gradually picking up his pace as he went. He grabbed your hips to help steady him. You drug your nails down Zen’s chest and back, leaving small red marks that only you would get to see. Your panties rubbed against your already overstimulated clit in a steady rhythm. Your second orgasm would not take long.

He grunted as he thrust into you, his thrusts becoming erratic. He fell forward, panting, bracing himself on one arm. He was close, you could tell when he started mumbling sweet nothings into your ear. You kissed him passionately, chasing release with him as he continued to thrust into you. You felt the pleasure beginning to swell inside your abdomen once more. You grasped at the sheets, the bed frame, Zen, anything that could ground you as your orgasm started to build. Zen groaned loudly and bit down hard onto your shoulder. You came hard, throwing your head back as your body tightened around the man inside you. You felt him stutter, then come shortly after, collapsing on top of you as he finished.

You wrapped your arms around the silver-haired man, holding him close to you as you regained your breath. After several moments, Zen lightly kissed your shoulder, pushing off of you. You began to doze off until you felt Zen stir beside you again.

“As good as you look right now, I need to get you cleaned up before we can sleep.” He muttered as he walked towards the hallway. He came back into the bedroom moments later with a wet washcloth. He shut off the music and grabbed one of his shirts and two sets of his pajama pants.

He set the clothing on the bed and you watched him as he began to clean you up. He gently removed your dirty panties and took extra care to stroke gently to your still sensitive lower body. After he had finished, he grabbed his shirt and handed it to you.

“Here princess, you are going to get sick if you don’t put some clothes on.” He mumbled, yawning as he helped you dress. He tossed a pair of pajamas pants towards you and put the other pair on himself. His clothes were always way too big on you, but he always insisted you looked cute in them. Zen climbed back into bed and kissed you gently on the forehead.

“I liked the new lingerie.” He whispered.

You nodded, still dozing off.

“I missed you so much. I love you.”

“My Zenny,” you mumbled, settling yourself against him and cuddling into his chest. “I love you so much.” He grunted in response as he fell asleep holding you in his arms.

[foxyotomelady]

Maybe I am a jerk... Epilogue (JuminxReader, ZenxReader)

Author’s notes:

Firstly: I wanted to thank two people. Thank you both for your support and appreciation of this fanfic! @greytrickster - thank you for your comments, they always makes my day ^^ @obsessedsphinx - many thanks for reblogging, I always reads your tags, haha XD

Maybe I will write some spin-offs to this story, I do not promise anything, but it's quite possible, because to my surprise, I liked writing this fic much.

Chapter I | Chapter II | Chapter III | Chapter IV | Epiloque (You are here) | 1st Spin-off | 2nd Spin-off | 3rd Spin-off pt 1 | 3rd Spin-off pt 2 | 3rd Spin-off pt 3 |

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Seven months later

You were cuddling with Jumin on your shared big bed. You leaned your head on his bare chest, listening to his calm breathing. 

You've moved to Jumin's apartament quite recently. After breaking up with Zen, you lived in your old rented flat for a while. It would be very tactless if you would live with Jumin right away.

A lot of time have passed until things between RFA members returned to as they were before. For a few months it was difficult for you to write in the chat room without this strong sense of discomfort. Everyone was quite cold and distanced towards you and Jumin. Also, Zen and Jumin argued so often and so sharply that you could not believe that now, they were getting along again - in their own way.

You felt as Jumin started to stroke your hair gently with his fingers. You lifted a glance at his face. He was staring at the ceiling blankly.

"Jumin? What are you thinking about?" You asked.

"I'm not sure if you'd like to hear it." 

"Try me." 

He hugged you to his side and sighed, "Sometimes I'm afraid that you will leave me someday... Maybe for someone else." 

"Oh... Do you think that if I broke up with Zen, I will do the same with you?" 

Jumin was silent. 

You leaned against his chest and looked at his face from above, "Jumin Han, I'm not going to leave you, ever. With Zen, it was completely different, my relationship with him came from the decision I made on the impulse, we barely knew each other back then. With you... I was able to learn many things about you, about us, before I decided to be with you. I love you and I'm sure of it. "

Jumin smiled and kissed you hungrily, "Aren't you the sweetest creature on earth? I never thought I would meet someone sweeter than Elizabeth the 3rd. And yet here you are."

"Oh my! " You giggled like a little imp, covering your mouth with your hand. "Isn't it the greatest compliment I ever heard from you?" 

"You'll hear much more." He assured you with a mischievous smile.

"Even so..." You lay on his chest back again, but before that, you took the phone in your hand. Jumin chuckled, watching as you entered the chat room. You: Jumin just said that I'm cuter than Elizabeth the 3rd ^^ 

You: a day to remember

[Zen has entered the chat room]

Zen: of course you're cuter than that fur ball

Zen: everyone is cuter than her

Zen: ugh ;;;;; I just sneezed just thinking about her

Zen: anyway, how's your evening, Y/N?

[Jumin Han has entered the chat room]

Jumin Han: her evening is excelent

Jumin Han: as she's lying next to me

Jumin Han: in my caring embrace

Zen: dude ;;;; I really didn't need to know that

Jumin Han: jealous much?

Zen: 

Zen: NO

Zen: I had a great date today

Zen: 

You: oh, with the girl you've been working with on stage?

Jumin Han: what was her name again?

Zen: Ayumi.... 

Zen: really ;;; Could you at least remember her name?

Zen: I've been talking about her A LOT 

You: sorry ^^'

Zen: You guys are really worth each other -_-

Jumin Han: why should I care about another woman

Jumin Han: when I have someone so special as Y/N?

You: awwww <3

Zen: ugh

Zen: man you're just cringeworthy

Jumin Han: cringeworthy?

Jumin Han: How about that

Jumin Han: Y/N you need to know that

Jumin Han: I wanna chain you up

Zen: what the ;;;;

Jumin Han: I wanna tie you down

You: hahaha, are you quoting a song, Jumin?

Jumin Han: yes, of course

Zen:

Zen: it's still creepy

You: nah, it's funny ^^

Zen: UGH

Jumin Han: hmm actually

Jumin Han: I've been thinking about lock you up in a cage

Zen: 

Jumin Han: so that you can never leave my side

Zen: STOP IT

Zen: IT'S CREEPY

Zen: dude she's still my friend so stop

Zen: Y/N you don't like this creepy idea, do you?

You: ...... :)

Zen: ......

Jumin Han: ???

You: I think it's quite an interesting idea :3

Zen: NOOO

Zen: It's THE WORST idea ever

Jumin Han: Oh? 

Jumin Han:  

Jumin Han: So I must buy a larger cage. The one I keep for Elizabet the 3rd is too small to be comfortable for you, my love.

Zen: NOOO STOP

Zen:

Zen: You guys must be joking, right?

You: ..... :)

Zen: RIGHT?! [Y/N has left the chat room]

[Jumin Han has left the chat room]

Zen: I'M CALLING THE POLICE

Okaaaay, I know it was quite short. But it fulfilled its purpose. The three of main characters of this story are happy. You are happy. Jumin is happy. AND Zen is happy.

Hope you enjoyed this whole story ^^

[foxyotomelady]

Maybe I am a jerk... Chapter II (JuminxReader, ZenxReader)

Author’s notes:

This chapter came out quite long. But it's mainly because of chatrooms.

Be aware of: my strange sense of humor, angst, yandere-ish Jumin (I couldn’t resist).

There will probably be another chapter. But we will see.

I used these stickers to create gifs.  I know they are not perfect :(

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You did not expect that after what happened last night, things will become so awkward. After yesterday's drinking, your head ached and you didn’t feel well. Fortunately, you worked mainly at home - as a blogger and marketer. So you could take a day off whenever you wanted. And today you needed it. But when you had nothing to do - and without taking care of guests, as the RFA has not planned yet another party - you quickly got bored. So you decided to enter the chat room.

Zen: Baby~! You are here!

Zen:

You: And you are here ^^ I’m glad.

Jaehee Kang: Good morning, Zen, Y/N.

Jaehee Kang: Zen, I thought you have a rehearsal now.

Zen: I have, but

Zen: I'm on my break

Zen: We still have a lot of work ;;

Zen:

Zen: But I think I’ll be able to come back earlier today, Y/N.

Zen: Aren't you happy? <3

You: I am! <3 Finally, we will spend some time together…

Zen: awww

Zen: 

[Jumin Han has entered the chat room]

You: ghsgvs

You: …. sorry, my fingers slipped.

Jumin Han: awww, you two, so lovey-dovey.

Jaehee Kang: ………

Zen: …………

Zen: dude, what is your problem?

Jumin Han: Why do you think I have a problem?

Jaehee Kang: Sir… You behave strangely…

Jaehee Kang: I’ve got your message that you will not show up at work today.

Jaehee Kang: But you didn't care to explain me why.

Jumin Han: I still don’t care.

Jaehee Kang:

Zen: DUDE ;;;;;

Jaehee Kang: ….. Are you alright, sir?

Jumin Han: ya

Jaehee Kang: ….. ya?

Jaehee Kang: It isn't like you, Mr. Han.

Jumin Han: Y/N

Jumin Han:  How is your morning?

Jumin Han:

You: Um… I’m alright. I just have a little headache.

Jumin Han: You should not drink that much.

You: hahaha, look who’s talking! :)

Zen:

Zen: HEY trust-fund kid -_-

Zen: Why do you care so much? -_-

Jumin Han: ??

Jumin Han: I shouldn't care about my friend?

Zen: YOU'RE A ROBOT

You: Zen! You're being mean!

Zen: You never cared about anyone except this cat of yours

Zen: And now you care SO MUCH about MY GIRLFRIEND?

You: Zen…

Jumin Han: Well, what should I do?

Jumin Han: As it seems you don’t care enough about her lately.

[Jumin Han has left the chat room]

Jaehee Kang: …. 

Zen: THIS JERK

Zen:

Zen: WHAT IS HE THINKING

Zen: I'M GOING TO KILL HIM

You: Zen, calm down ^^’

Zen:… I know you’re thinking the same, Y/N.

Zen: But I'll make it up to you, I PROMISE.

Zen: I must go now

Zen: see you later, my love! <3

You: see ya ^^

Jaehee Kang: Um… Y/N.

Jaehee Kang: Do you happen to know why Mr. Han decided to stay at home today?

You: … hahaha, I think Jumin is still a little drunk…

You: I wonder how much he drank yesterday…

Jaehee Kang: 

Jaehee Kang: It means more work for me…

Jaehee Kang: Now, excuse me.

[Jaehee Kang has left the chat room]

The next days were even weirder. Every time you were at the chat room alone with Jumin… it felt so awkward that you have rarely been able to conduct any meaningful conversations. It was even worse when there were three of you... You, Jumin and Zen.

As for Zen, you've been able to spend more time with him. And it was nice. But only nice... And it didn’t take long. Soon he was overcome by his rehearsals again. You felt that you desperately needed to talk to someone, but you didn't know to whom. You couldn’t talk to Jaehee. She adored Zen, and Jumin was her boss. Talking to her about feelings regarding these two... No, that could not end well. Yoosung... He was too pure, too naive. And Seven... oh hell NO. But of course, even if Seven was the last person you would like to talk about this matter, he had to interfere.

One day at the chat room:

Yoosung: Hello, Y/N!

Yoosung: T-T

You: What's the matter, Yoosung?

Yoosung: You and Jumin have been acting weird lately.

Yoosung: You guys had a fight or something?

You: … Um, no.

[707 has entered the chat room]

707: lolololololol

You: What's so funny?

Yoosung: ???????

707: you are so clueless, Yoosung

707: Fortunately, God Seven

707: sees and knows everything!

707:

Yoosung: so tell me!

Yoosung: I don't understand what's happening lately T-T

707: lololololol

707: Y/N

707: Should I tell him?

You: NO

Yoosung: WHY?

Yoosung: I want to know! T-T

707: HE

707: IS

707: so

707: desperate!

707: Maybe I should 

You: NO

707: tell him

Yoosung: you're cruel, Y/N!

707: lololololol

707: I have a better idea!

707:

You: I'm not interested.

707: How about…

You: I'm NOT interested!

707: God Seven will give you advice! If you ask!

You:  I'm

You:  NOT

You:  INTERESTED

707: but you need it

707: Would you consider a threesome?

You: …………….

Yoosung: Threesome????

Yoosung:

Yoosung: What are you talking about?

707: Should I tell him?

You: N

You: O

707: lolololol, maybe it's better for you not to know

707: otherwise you would have to choose a side.

You: There are no sides!

707: oh oh oh

707:

707: I HAVE A BETTER IDEA

You: Please, no…

707: Let's make a bet

707: Who would win Y/N's heart?

Yoosung: WHAT?

707: Zen

707: or Jumin?

Yoosung: 

Yoosung:  WHAT?

You: That's enough, Seven. It isn't funny.

707: oh, but it is! Lololol

And you just left the chat room, flustered and angry.

Days passed. You thought that in time everyone would forget about this strange situation, but nothing changed. It was getting worse. Jumin actually started to avoiding you, he were disappearing as soon as you appeared at the chat room and when you called him, he was always busy. 

Until one day, when you were spending the evening alone once again, you decided to look through some popular websites. You found pictures there, where you were with Zen. There would be nothing wrong with it, if it were not for the comments…

Ugh, she's so ugly.

She surely doesn't deserve him!

Did she see herself in the mirror?

How can he look at her? She's simply disgusting!

What's with her hair? Are they even real? LOL

There was much much more... you read them, though you were in pain, and you could not resist. Finally, you felt tears running down your cheeks. This pain… It squeezed your lungs, you could not breathe. Your hands were shaking. You weren't thinking clearly and despite all the warnings, you called Jumin. You had to... You needed him.

He wasn't answering for so long that you were afraid he would not pick up. But in the end, you heard his tired, though cold voice:

"It's you," He sighed. "I'm sorry, I have a lot of work-"

"Jumin..." your voice was weak through your loudly sobs.

You heard a creak, as if Jumin had jumped up from his chair.

"Y/N... Are you... Are you crying?"

"What have I ever done to these people?" You cried out, shaking.

"What are you talking about?" His voice became cold again, heavy. "Did someone hurt you?"

Crying in a trembling voice, you told him about the comments you read in the media. You told him that you can't handle it any longer. And that you were in such discomfort lately.

"And I haven’t had anyone to talk to... Even you... Even you were avoiding me," You continued.

"I'm so terribly sorry. I will make it up to you right away," He said, his voice filled with guilt. "I will send Driver Kim for you. Immediately."

You blinked, surprised. You wiped some tears from your cheeks. „What…?”

"I will not let you cry there alone at night," Before you could protest, he hung up.

After a while, Driver Kim stood in your door. You managed to change into clean clothes, but you were sure your face and eyes were still red from crying. You were still slightly shocked when you finally got to the apartment. One of bodyguards took you to the kitchen, where Jumin was waiting for you.

You both stood in silence for a moment, looking at each other blankly. You could not stand it anymore, hurried to him and embraced him firmly. Jumin froze. You started crying again and he began to slowly caress your back and your hair.

"Shh... I'm here now," His voice was gentle, calm.

After some time spent in his caring embrace, you finally calmed down. You wiped away tears and looked at him. He smiled gently, and you moved away, ashamed of yourself.

"I'm sorry," You mumbled.

"There's no need," He reassured you and pointed at the table. "I made pancakes for you."

Shocked, you blinked, "Pancakes? At this hour? It can't be healthy. "

"Now the most important thing is to make you feel better and I think in situation like this pancakes made especially for you can be an ideal remedy."

You were moved and amused. You sat down together at the table and you alone started to eat. The pancakes were delicious! Jumin smiled slightly when you expressed your opinion with cheeks full of food.

He weren't saying anything and just looking at you intensely. You swallowed another bite, pleased.

"Why are you not eating?" You asked.

"Because it's unhealthy at this hour."

"You...", You frowned and he just smirked at you.

You spent next hour in amusing conversation. You felt relaxed and... happy, but you also felt the urge to ask one question. And so you did.

"Why have you been avoiding me?"

Jumin raised his eyebrows and then sighed, "You know exactly why."

You both were staring at each other silently and suddenly the phone rang. It was Zen. You apologized to Jumin, got up from your chair and took the call.

"You are not at home," Zen announced.

"Um..." You didn't know what to say to him. You were sure that he couldn't handle the truth. But you also didn't want to lie.

"Where are you?" He insisted.

"I'm at Jumin's apartment," You whispered, barely audibly.

".....What?"

"I'm at Jumin's apartment," You repheted, louder this time.

"WHAT? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?"

"Zen, calm down…"

"CALM DOWN? Do you know WHAT HOUR IT IS?"

"YES, I KNOW," You starter to get annoyed. "Zen, we just-"

And before you knew it, Jumin took your phone from your hand, "Hello, Zen," He said, calm and composed.

"YOU JERK!" You heard Zen's voice very plainly - he spoke loudly and Jumin stood next to you. "IF YOU DARE TO TOUCH HER-"

"She cried because of you, do you know that?"

"Wha-"

"But I took care of everything, so you don't have to worry. I'll send her home immediately."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU TOOK CARE OF-"

Jumin hung up. You looked at him dumbfounded when he returned your phone to you. Your hands touched for a moment, "I must ... I should go now."

"Yes," He said.

But none of you moved. You stood with your back against the table and Jumin was in front of you, closely. He leaned down and you pressed your back to the table, unsure of what to do. Your heart started beating fast, almost painfully. However, you raised your head, stood on your toes, grabed his shirt and... your lips met.

At first his kiss was delicate and careful. However, it quickly turned into a passionate and desperate one. As if you both have been waiting for this moment for a long time.

"Jumin..." You moaned between his forcefully kisses. "We... can't…"

"I know..." He panted, his voice hoarse, and he lift you up on the table. You wrapped your arms around his neck. His hands went down to your waist and back and he pressed you to his body harder, even more desperate. It felt so wrong... yet so good. You never felt so amazing with Zen. You were breathless, heated and just simply aroused. You never felt so in love.

Jumin moved his kisses to your neck, you sighed and dug your fingers into his shoulder.

"Jumin…"

"Shh... it's alright."

"No, Jumin... Zen-"

Jumin suddenly ceased kissing and sucking your neck, grabbed you gently by the chin and looked at you from above. In his eyes... there was something cold and dangerous. You shuddered.

"Let's not talk about Zen now," his voice was raspy, domineering. "I don't want to feel his name on your lips when I'm kissing you."

He crushed your lips with his own and you squealed with your weak and muffled voice. You would never thought that someone so composed like Jumin could be so passionate, that you would be shivering in his arms. You were about to losing control. You were so close to give up to your and his desires. But somehow, with the rest of your common sense, you managed to move away from him and slip out of his grip.

"No, we can't!" You were about to rush out from the kitchen, but suddenly you felt cold and strong hand clasped on your wrist. Frozen, you looked at Jumin in surprise. His face... The expression on his face was so different than usual, dark, almost devilish.

"Where are you going?" He asked coldly.

"You said that you'll send me home," You whispered under his sharp gaze, still trembling, trying to catch your breath.

He blinked and let go of your wrist as if he broke out of his trance.

"Yes," He said dumbfounded, with eyes wide open. "I'm terribly sorry. I'll inform Driver Kim and he'll take you home."

His hands were shaking like crazy. Worried, you wanted to grab them gently, but he stepped away, as if your closeness would make him burn.

"Jumin…"

"Please, wait here, someone will escort you to the exit."

After these words, Jumin left quickly, leaving you alone. You covered your mouth with your hand, remembering the kiss. Your heart still hammered. What just happened?

Well, that was a ride.... Hope you enjoyed :)

[foxyotomelady]

Maybe I am a jerk... Chapter IV (JuminxReader, ZenxReader)

Author’s notes:

Be aware of: angst, ANGST, much of angst, strong language, many feels, slightly yandere-ish Jumin, my poor grammar, lol.

I said that this will be the last? Well, I lied XD

I'm going to write an epilogue.

Chapter I | Chapter II | Chapter III | Chapter IV (You are here) | Epilogue | 1st Spin-off | 2nd Spin-off |  3rd Spin-off pt 1 | 3rd Spin-off pt 2 | 3rd Spin-off pt 3 |

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You went to a party in the company of Zen. You had to be there first, as your job was to welcoming guests. Even though you looked wonderful in a red dress with a neckline revealing your clavicles and a necklace matching the color of your eyes - it was Zen who attracted the most attention. It didn't bother you, it even made your work easier, but it seemed that you two would have difficulty finding time and privacy for yourselves.

You have already welcomed Yoosung, Jaehee and Seven. Fortunately, Seven wasn't interested in making silly jokes this time.. Everything went smoothly and without problems. Until Jumin showed up… You thought that everything went back to normal lately, but now you've understood how wrong you were. Actually, it was the first time that you've seen Jumin since the "incident". The whole image of what happened at Jumin's penthouse came back to your thoughts, you got hot and uncomfortable. Even worse was the tension that hang between two men, it was so thick that it could be cut with a knife.

"Hello, Y/N, Zen," Jumin said with his straight voice. He and Zen looked at each other sharply, like animals that are ready to be at each other's throats. NOT GOOD.

"Welcome, Jumin," You answered and tapped Zen on his side with your elbow, as he was silent.

"Hello, Jumin," He murmured through clenched teeth and forced a smile.

"The party is as perfect as I would imagine," Jumin declared and moved his gaze at you.

"Of course, thanks to Y/N," Zen added significantly.

"Yes, I knew she would handle it splendidly," Jumin hasn't took his eyes off you. "You look beautiful, Y/N."

You felt your heart stopped. Why would he say that in front of Zen?

"Isn't she?" Zen was trying his best not to burst out - you saw that in his tense posture, in his glaring eyes.

"Umm," You put your hair behind your ear, abashed. "Thank you, Jumin, you're so kind." You wanted this conversation to sound like a friendly one. You smiled gently and cleared your throat, when suddenly Zen embraced your waist with one hand. He pressed you to his side firmly.

"I heard they have some fine wines here. I'm about to tasting them. May I ask Y/N to join me?" Jumin looked back at Zen again, as if challenging him.

"Of course," Zen replied with a wry smile. "I wanted to go for a smoke anyway. So you can keep her company while I'm gone."

"Why don't we go tasting wine together? The three of us."

You've tried desperately to fix this situation.

"I do not like wine," Zen said. "I'd rather have a can of beer."

"Then go get one," Jumin proposed calmly.

Well, your attempts have failed.

Zen turned you around so he could look at your face. "It won't take long, darling." Then he kissed you passionately. You returned the kiss, but you also gazed at Jumin with the corner of your eye. And... Oh God... The look of his face! He was furious, his expression dark and cold. You shivered... and it wasn't because of the kiss that Zen gave you.

When Zen left the two of you, you just stood there still, without words, not knowing what to do.

"Are you coming?" You heard Jumin's composed voice. When did he manage to calm down?

You went to the wine table together. You sighed and dared to pierce Jumin with a sharp gaze, "That was completely unnecessary."

"Hm? What do you mean?" He asked, choosing a bottle of red wine.

"This attitude of yours."

Instead of answering your comment, he gave you a half-filled glass, "Here, it's for you."

"I thought we're just tasting, not getting drunk."

He smirked, "It's just half of a glass. You're not much of a drinker, are you?"

"Jumin Han, you're not planning on getting me drunk, are you?"

"Are you really thinking so low of me?"

You were enjoying your wine and your sweet suggestive conversation for quite a while. Until Jaehee appeared and she gazed at you with a very weird expresion.

"Sir, may I have a moment alone with Y/N?"

Despite the fact that Jumin didn't look pleased, he left the two of you alone.

"What is it, Jaehee?" You asked.

She cleared her throat, "Y/N, I'll be straight with you. Are you... I can't believe I'm about to say that... Are you having an affair with Mr. Han?"

She left you speechless. You were looking at her with your eyes wide open.

"You're not denying it."

"No, Jaehee... It's nothing like that... We…"

"I see the way you are looking at each other." She continued. "I never took Seven's jokes seriously. Now I see that I was wrong. I think... I find it hard to believe, but I think that Mr. Han is deeply in love with you."

You didn't know what to say. You were so tired of lying. Jaehee sighed with a pain in her voice, "I've trusted you and now I feel betrayed. I hoped that you'll be good for Zen but you're only hurting him."

You frowned. You knew that she has the right to being angry with you, but she shouldn't act like she knows everything, "Ok, I'll be straight with you too. It's true that Jumin and I have developed some feelings for each other. But we're trying to... It's not so simple. We're trying to do the right thing, as we both still care for Zen."

"The longer you allow it to last, the more you hurt him, you know that, right?"

"I know!" You cried with tears in your eyes. "But how am I supposed to tell him...?"

"Do you prefer me to tell him that?"

"No, Jaehee, please, don't. I must deal with it myself. I just need more time."

"Time for what?"

"For me to make a right decision," You looked at Jaehee apologetically. "Jaehee... Can you ever forgive me?"

"I think I'd also need some time."

Jaehee looked up, and you turned away to follow her gaze. Zen was just coming your way. Jaehee apologized to you and went away. When Zen found himself beside you, he embraced you by the waist and kissed you on the forehead, "Where's Jumin?" He asked.

"I don't know," You said, emotionless, still in a slight shock after the conversation you had with Jaehee.

"Let's not talk about him. How about a dance, darling?"

You danced for some time, attracting the attention of many people. Zen looked happy, and you pretended that everything was fine and you were starting to get sick of it. When you finished dancing, Zen got surrounded by a group of people associated with art and you looked around - you noticed Jumin who was watching the two of you. Did he look at you the entire time you danced? When your eyes met for a moment, he turned his head and went to the VIP rooms - of course he was in possession of one of them.

You told Zen you're going to the bathroom, and he was too busy talking with agents and sponsors to wonder if you're telling him the truth.

The door to the room where Jumin entered was open. You pushed them and went inside. It was a pretty stifling and mysterious atmosphere there. Jumin sat on the red leather couch and stared blankly at the wall.

"Jumin, are you okay?" You asked, approaching him.

"Why do you ask?" He did not look at you.

"Well... You're hiding here…"

He suddenly frowned, "I just can't stand seeing you and Zen together."

"Jumin... We agreed that we'll remain as friends."

He finnaly moved his gaze at you, "Are you really think it is possible?"

"I... I just don't know what to do..." You felt your eyes filling with tears again. "Jumin... what should we do?"

He raised up from his sit and got closer to you. You were moving away to the point your back hit the wall. Jumin touched your cheek gently, "Would you rather be here with Zen?"

"N-no..." You said, shivering. He shifted his hand along your neck and arm and then rested it at your waist.

"Did you enjoy that kiss you shared with him today?" He was staring at your lips.

"Not as much as the one I've shared with you," You whispered, your heart pounding fast.

Jumin kissed you desperately, pushing you against the wall, his knee suddenly placed between your thighs. You whimpered into the kiss. When he withdrew his head and took your cheeks in his hands, you both panted, "I've missed you so much over the last month that I can't possibly describe it... So I'll just show you."

He showered your neck with kisses, his hands caressing your waist and back.

"I've missed you too..." You moaned, your legs barely holding you up.

He then raised his head again and started to whisper to your ear in his hoarse voice, "There was not a day when I was not thinking about you and I thought about many things that you probably don't want to do with just a friend. It’s impossible to remain as friends after doing such things."

Your heart was racing, your body heated. Jumin lifted you up without a problem and placed you on the couch. He hung over you, with a dark expression on his face. Then he grabbed your wrists and raised them over your head. You started to feel dizzy, he kissed you with passion again and clenched your wrists hard. You arched beneath him, moaned with pleasure and you felt that he smirked. Placing both of your wrists in his one hand, he traced your trembling body by his free one. You felt his fingers above your knee, he slipped them under your dress and started to caress your inner thigh.

"Jumin!" You squealed, surprised by his action.

"You want it as much as I do," He rasped into your exposed collarbone. His breath was hot on your skin, "Just stop resisting your own desires."

His hand on your inner thigh went even higher and you clenched your legs, "Jumin! No! W-we can't…"

He did not move for a moment, you heard his hasty and shuddering breathing, similar to yours. Then, to your surprise, he embraced you firmly. His body was trembling.

" Jumin... "

"I'm sorry... Did I scare you?"

You returned his embrace, your fingers digging into his back, "No, Jumin, you did not."

"I'm so in love with you that it hurts..." He said with weak voice, that you never heard from him before. "You must choose... or I'll…"

"I have already chosen."

He raised his head and looked hopefully at your face. You smiled and kissed him gently, "I'm in love with you too, Jumin... so much that it hurts... But please, you must be patient... Just for a little more... I must tell Zen before we take another step…"

"I know you're right. I'll endure it somehow. But don't make me wait too long."

The rest of the night was terrible for you. You didn’t want to tell Zen the truth now, at the party. So you spent that time with him as if nothing had happened, feeling something twisting your stomach. Guiltiness did not leave you until the next morning.

You sat on the sofa with Zen, pensive. From the moment you parted with Jumin at the party, you didn't see him. He had to leave earlier. He probably didn't want to look at you and Zen together.

"Maybe we should go on a date," Zen suddenly suggested. "I know that you are probably tired after the party, but as I have a day off today, let's try to spend it as best as we can."

No, you couldn't stand it any longer.

"Zen ... We need to talk."

"Wow, sounds serious."

"Because it is a serious matter."

He was looking at you, worried. You took a deep breath, "Zen... I can't be in a relationship with you anymore."

He blinked, dumbfounded. The expression on his face clearly showed that he didn't believe what he just heard, "What? What are you saying? Are you kidding me? Is it because of how busy I am? You know it's not always like that!"

"It's not the only reason!" You interrupted his nervous babble. "I just can't deal with it. With your work, I mean. It was always hurting me when you kissed or touched another girl, even when I knew it was only for acting."

"You’ve never told me that... I…"

"There's one more thing," Your heart began to beat hard, your hands trembled. But you had to finally say it. "I... Jumin and I-"

"NO!" He stood up from the couch instantly and started to pacing across the room. "I DON'T EVEN WANT TO HEAR IT! YOU MUST BE KIDDING ME!"

You felt your throat tighten and tears come into your eyes. Zen sounded so fierce, but also... so terribly sad, "I wanted to tell you a long time ago but-"

Zen slamed the wall with his hand, "Long time ago? How long does it last? How long? TELL ME!"

"It's hard to tell as we really tried to... denay our feelings. Zen, we care for you-"

"Oh, and that's why YOU'VE BEEN BANGING BEHIND MY BACK!"

"WE NEVER FUCKED, OK?!"

"Am I supposed to believe this?"

"Yes!" Tears began to flow your cheeks. "We never wanted to hurt you! Jumin and I... We really care for you-"

"Stop," He said coldly. "And don't you ever say his name again when you're near me. Fuck! I saw some signs, but I didn't want to believe it! This jerk! He was born with a silver spoon, he already has everything he wants and now he is stealing you away from me?!"

"Zen…He's not-"

"I must take a ride to clear my head or I'll explode or kill someone," He rushed to the door but you ran after him, choking with tears, and grab his shoulder.

"No! It's too dangerous when you're like this!"

He jerked his arm away from you, quite harsly, "Don't touch me and stop pretending you're worying about me."

"But I DO worry about you!"

He went outside and slammed the door in your face. You listened how he started the engine and you had the feeling that you'll going crazy soon. When he driven away, you opened the chat room, praying for someone to be logged in.

You: Jaehee! You're here! My god, I'm so worried…

Jaehee Kang: what's happening?

You: Zen... He went for a ride and he was so mad while leaving… I'm worried that he'll end up hurting himself!

Jaehee Kang: My god... but why is he mad?

You: we had a fight…

[Yoosung has entered the chat room]

Yoosung: OMG

Yoosung:

[Jumin Han has entered the chat room]

Jumin Han: Assistant Kang just informed me what's happening

You: Jumin…

Jumin Han: You told him?

You: Yes…

Jaehee Kang: I don't even know what to say…

Yoosung: You told him what, Y/N?

[707 has entered the chat room]

You: SEVEN IF YOU DARE TO JOKE AROUND

You: I SWEAR

707: I won’t dare

Yoosung: WHAT IS GOING ON?

Yoosung:

You: It's all my fault…

Jumin Han: It's our fault.

Jumin Han: let's calm down, everyone

Jumin Han: I'm sure Zen will be alright

You: will he...?

Jaehee Kang: How I'm supposed to focus on work right now…

Jaehee Kang:

Yoosung: Can someone PLEASE tell me what's happening? T-T

You: Go on, Seven, you can tell him

You: you knew about everything from the start. Are you satisfied?

707: Don't be mad at me. I'm not the one at fault

You: I know... sorry…

707: anyway, Yoosung

707: Zen has a broken heart right now

707: and it’s Y/N who broke it 

Yoosung: But what does Jumin have to do with this?

Jumin Han: ..…

Yoosung: wait

Yoosung: oh… I think I…

Yoosung: I understand…

Yoosung: ...wow…

Jumin Han: we must leave, Asisstant Kang

Jumin Han: I know we're facing a difficult situation here but we also have some work to do

Jaehee Kang: yes...

[Jaehee Kang has left the chat room]

Jumin Han: Y/N, inform us when Zen come back safetly

You: Yes, I will... [Jumin Han has left the chat room] You: I'm so sorry… everyone...

You: I never thought it'll end up like this…

707: well, we can't really control our hearts, can we?

Yoosung: .... I... wow....

[Yoosung has left the chat room]

[707 has left the chat room]

The phone was trembling in your hands. You knew you disappointed all of them. And from the way Jumin acted, you could clearly tell that he felt as guilty as you. You knew him too well not to know what was behind his seemingly cold and controlled attitude.

For the next half an hour you circled around the room, you couldn’t stay still, every now and then you checked your phone. Maybe Zen will call or enter the chat room? Maybe he will go to Yoosung's place and the boy will inform you that he is safe?

Suddenly, the door opened. Zen came in, with an empty expression on his face and a trace of tears on his cheeks.

"Zen!" You rushed to him like crazy and without thinking you embraced him, "Don't you ever do such stupid thing again!"

He slowly returned your embrace. You heard him sighing slightly, "I worried you, I'm sorry."

You just shook your head and Zen hugged you more firmly.

"This is... This is the end of us, Y/N, isn't it?" He murmured.

"Yes," You said sadly. "It is."

***

Wow, that was hard. I'm actually sad because of what Zen must suffer. But I'll make it up to him in epilogue :)

[hellomynudebrain]

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Maybe I am a jerk... Chapter III (JuminxReader, ZenxReader)

Author’s notes:

I'm having way too much fun with this fic, lol.

Be aware of: my terrible attempts at puns. It supposed to be funny, but as a non-english speaker I don't know what I'm doing.

The next chapter will be probably the last one :) PROBABLY, lol.

Chapter I | Chapter II | Chapter III (You are here) | Chapter IV |  Epilogue | 1st Spin-off | 2nd Spin-off | 3rd Spin-off pt 1 | 3rd Spin-off pt 2 | 3rd Spin-off pt 3 |

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When you returned to home you shared with Zen, of course you got into a quarrel with him. You were very close to telling him what had happened between you and Jumin. But you were afraid of how much this information would hurt him. You still cared for him, and you didn't want him to suffer.

However, you two managed to reconcile. You showed Zen the comments and explained the whole situation. Zen started apologizing for not being with you when you needed him. You spent the night cuddling with each other but you felt bad about it - both towards Jumin and Zen.

The next day, after you worked for several hours, you entered the chat room.

You: Zen! Are you on your break?

Zen: And you must be my soulmate

Zen: Cause you're always here when I'm here <3

[Jaehee Kang has entered the chat room]

Jaehee Kang: Hello, Zen, Y/N.

You: And here's your biggest fan ^^

Jaehee Kang: Well, I'm not going to deny it

Jaehee Kang: 

Zen: staph ;;;;

You: How's work, Jaehee?

Jaehee Kang: It's okay. At least Mr. Han is here today.

[Jumin Han has entered the chat room]

Jaehee Kang: Oh, Mr. Han

  [Jumin Han has left the chat room]

Jaehee Kang:

Zen: He's avoiding us ;;;;

You: Yeah....

Jaehee Kang: 

Jaehee Kang: Why would Mr. Han have to avoid you two?

Zen: It's because of yesterday 

Zen: Y/N was at his penthouse yesterday at night 

Zen: and I got really mad about it

Zen: Like, of course I got mad

Zen: I still am

Zen: 

You: Zen, we already talked about it ;;;;

Jaehee Kang: wait

Jaehee Kang: What were you doing at Mr. Han’s apartment late at night?

You: um, don't get the wrong idea, Jaehee ;;;

You: I was sad because of some comments found on the internet

You: mean comments about me... written by Zen's fans 

Zen: I told you already, babe. I'm so sorry about this

Zen:

Zen: But you shouldn't worry about such people

You: ya. I know.

Jaehee Kang: I still don't get what were you doing at Mr. Han’s penthouse 

You: I was in a crisis

You: and really needed to talk to someone

Jaehee Kang: And you ended up talking with Mr. Han?

Jaehee Kang: that's... odd 

You: Jumin was worried about me and sent Driver Kim for me

You: and he made me pancakes ^^

You: that's all

Jaehee Kang: ummm... I would never suspect that Mr. Han could be such...

You: nice and caring person?

You: you all should stop treat him as if he was a robot

You: cause HE IS NOT A ROBOT

Zen: 

Zen: You don't have to defend him so much

[707 has entered the chat room]

You: Seven

You: get out

707:  

707: how rude

707: lolololol

707: soooo 

707: It's 1-0

707: for Jumin

Zen: 

Jaehee Kang: 

707: lol, you're as clueless as Yoosung, Jaehee

707: hmmm, I think I just changed my mind

Zen: about what? -_-

707: I was cheering for you, Zen

707: but it looks like mr.director took matters into his own hands

Zen: stop this

Zen: or else 

Zen: I WILL FIND YOU

Zen: AND I WILL KILL YOU

Jaehee Kang: ........

Jaehee Kang: Are you implying what I think you're implying??

707:

707: maybe so

707: oh, Y/N

707: uncle Seven has an advice for you

You: NOT THIS AGAIN

707: as Jumin works so hard 

707: and he's under constant tension

707: Why, then, don't you give him a massage?

Zen: 

Zen: DUDE may I remind you

Zen: that Y/N is MY girlfriend?

Zen: and since we already mentioned a massage 

Zen: Y/N loves when I massages her feet 

Zen: so if someone has to do a massage 

Zen: let it be me

Zen: rubbing Y/N's feet

Zen: 

You: Zen ;;;;; That's embarrassing

707: lolololol 

707: I have never mentioned that Y/N has to massage Jumin's feet 

707: I rather thought

707: about something

707: BIG

707: and

707: HARD

Jaehee Kang: .........

Zen: ........

707: like

You: ........ 

707: his shoulders lolololol

707: what were you thinking, you perverts?

Zen: 

Zen: too late

Zen: this image will remain in my brain and will hunt me in my dreams till the day I die

Jaehee Kang: same here

Jaehee Kang: I think I may throw up ;;;;

You: I'M LEAVING

You left the chat room frustrated and all red on your face. You wanted to crush the phone in your hand or throw it against the wall, but then it called. 

It was Jumin... You hesitated, but decided to picked up the call.

"Hello, Y/N," He sounded as professional as usual.

"Jumin? Aren't you working?"

"I wanted to talk to you."

"... about?"

"Yes, about that," His voice trembled slightly, and your heart ached because of a sudden remembering of the passionate kiss. No! You had to get it out of your head!

"I don't want you to think that I have planned all of this," He continued. "I never thought that our meeting will end up like that. It was very inappropriate and I think we should forget it."

"Yes, this... thing between us... must end. We can't do this to Zen."

"Yes, I agree," He then gulped and sighed quietly. "I must also apologize to you about... Something has got into me yesterday night, I can't really explain what was that, but I'm terribly sorry if I scared you."

Through the eyes of your imagination you saw his dark expression again. Even so, you smiled, "Jumin Han, I'm not scared of you."

"Good," He said simply, but with a clear relief.

"So... um... can we back to being friends?"

"Yes, I would like that," You couldn’t tell if he really meant it. His voice was inscrutable. "Now, I must excuse myself. Assistant Kang want to talk to me about something. She stares at me with the weirdest expression."

"Um... Jumin?"

"Yes?"

"Please, do not read the newest chat room."

"Oh?" He seemed surprised. "If you insist, then I won't." From that day everything seemed to be back to normal. Zen had more free time and you spent this time together. You still tried to save this relationship, you still wanted to make sure if you could be happy with him.

Conversations with Jumin have ceased to be so embarrassing, you have behaved like a couple of friends again, or you just thought so. Thanks to this, the others also seemed to forget about the whole strange situation between the three of you. And before you knew it, the month passed since the incident at Jumin's apartment.

Meanwhile, RFA decided to host another party. You were so busy with both your work and dealing with guests that you stopped worrying so much. Everything went smoothly... At least until the day before the party and until the moment when you decided to enter the chat room at the morning.

Jumin Han: oh, you're here, Y/N.

Jumin Han: 

You: hello Jumin ^^

Jumin Han: so, tomorrow we're having a party

Jumin Han: How are you feeling? Are you stressed?

You: Maybe a little.

Jumin Han: You don't have to be. I'm sure everything will be perfect.  [707 has entered the chat room] 707: 

707: I'm excited!

707: oh

707: ohohoh

707: you must be excited too, Jumin

707: excited to see Y/N

707: Are you?????

707:

Jumin Han: well, it'll be nice to see her.

707: no, I meant

707: so EXCITED

707: it's

707: HARD

707: to endure

Jumin Han:

Jumin Han: Restrain from such ludicrous insinuations or I'll sue you.

707: lolol but Jumin

707: I was sure that you would win

Jumin Han: win what?

707: Y/N's heart

707: but you gave up so easily

707: I'm so disappointed

707: 

You: Can't Jumin and I have a normal conversation without you getting the wrong idea?

Jumin Han: I suggest we should talk over the phone, so he couldn't interfere.

707: lolololol

707: Are you going to have phone sex?

[Jumin Han has left the chat room]

You: …..………

[Y/N has left the chat room]