This is completely ridiculous, not to mention perverted. Don't say I didn't warn you lol. Possible OOC-ness and a frantic Zen is ahead.
Disclaimer: I don't own Mystic Messenger. All characters, setting, and plot are property of Cheritz.
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"One, two, three, four!"
Zen the Knight started aggressively Vogue-ing in his small half-underground apartment. He locked eyes with his reflection, as if daring himself to look away as he completed the simplistic and terrible dance moves. He started to roll his body like a wounded snake, never once breaking his serious expression.
"Okay, I think that does it. My routine congratulatory "Zen is sexy" dance is complete!" he chirped to himself sunnily. The silver-haired actor swiped at his glistening brow. "It sure is tough keeping all of this sexiness in tip top shape." He paused to pull up his shirt and admire his firmly defined abs, all shimmering and perfect.
It was a Friday night, but Zen had no plans tonight unfortunately. His hectic schedule didn't allow for much playtime, unlike the rest of the RFA members. He felt like a working robot at times. All he had time for was sleeping, eating (barely), drinking, working out, and perfecting his craft.
"I want a girlfriend!" he moaned pitifully to himself. "I want home cooked meals! I want to go on coffee dates and hold hands, and to dress up in identically pretty dresses—oops, did I say identical pretty dresses? I meant, um, er…" Zen scratched his head as he blushed. He wasn't making much sense. Must be sleep deprivation. Best to take a shower and go to sleep, he rationalized to himself.
Moments later, he emerged from his hot shower with a white towel draped over his broad shoulders. Zen used the towel to rub his hair. He passed the mirror, but not without checking himself out with a knowing smirk. There was nothing to cover his lower body but a skimpy polka-dotted towel slung loosely around his hips. Damn, I look good, he told himself as she shook his ass in the mirror and giggled like a schoolgirl reading smutty yaoi fanfiction.
Zen plopped down heavily onto his bed. He would change into boxers soon, but he wanted to rest for a moment. Hours of dancing to shitty trance music really took it out of him.
"Hmm?" Zen looked down at the bed. He could hear his familiar ringtone of Whitney Houston's "I'm Every Woman" blaring through the sparsely furnished apartment.
Drops of shower water dotted the hardwood floor as Zen searched for the source of the sound. Finally, he found his phone tucked underneath a shoujo manga. To his delight, MC's name flashed across the screen. He answered the call promptly with a grin.
"Hello?" he answered cheerfully as he cradled his phone between his ear and his shoulder. Zen busied himself with unwinding his towel and tugging up his boxers. It was time to turn on the charm (not that it was ever off in the first place). He flashed a megawatt smile to no one in particular. "Oh, it's my honey. Did you miss me?" He laughed. "I should probably stop. You know I was just kidding, right? I respect the sanctity of marriage after all. Don't want Saeyoung prowling around looking for me."
He heard muffled sounds on the other end. Hmm. Did she just butt dial me? Zen wondered. But he couldn't bring himself to hang up. What if it was really important?
The rustling soon stopped. It was MC on the other end.
But it was clear she wasn't alone.
"Just don't get any in my hair, all right?"
Don't get any... in her hair? What does she mean...? Zen turned a bright crimson as he froze at her words. She was so matter-of-fact about it. He started sweating uncontrollably. Is she with Saeyoung?
Then another voice protested, "Hey, what do you take me for? I'm a professional. I've done this with Rika many times before."
Nope. Definitely not Saeyoung, he thought nervously. He recognized that childish voice anywhere. Yoosung. But what was he doing alone with MC? And just what were they about to do? It didn't sound very innocent.
"So you were that close to your cousin, huh Yoosung," MC replied, clearly disturbed. Their voices were muffled again, but to Zen's horror, there was no stopping the defilement of his ears. Too numbed to react, he could only listen in paralyzed shock.
Yoosung chuckled on the other end. "Just close your eyes and prepare yourself."
Zen finally found his voice. "Hey, you dog Yoosung!" he barked with fire still burning his cheeks. "I can't believe you! I thought you were the last person I'd have to worry about! Have you no respect for wedding vows? Keep your hands off Saeyoung's wife!" he was tempted to add, And any fluids off her too, but just thinking of those words gave him a mental image that disturbed him to the core (And gave him a strange semi at the same time, although he was willing that impulse to calm down. He couldn't be a nasty wolf like Yoosung apparently was).
But he didn't get any response. He did, however, hear a highly disturbing sound that could only be described as... squirting.
"Ahhhh!" came MC's startled voice. Zen could hear her hitting Yoosung senseless. "You got it in my eye! And all over my-"
The call abruptly ended. His chest heaved up and down as a cold sweat broke out all over his body.
"Not today, Satan," he gasped with his hand clutched to his invisible pearls. He wasn't truly religious, but he wanted to pray to save his soul. His ears were ringing with their rated 19+ conversation.
He could hardly believe his ears. It couldn't be. MC and Saeyoung were in love... Right? But how could he deny what he'd heard so clearly?
It was true. It really was true. MC was cheating on Saeyoung with Yoosung.
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"Ahhhh! You got it in my eye! And all over my new sweater!"
"I'm sorry! I'll help you clean it up!" Yoosung whined. His violet eyes filled with tears as he looked in shock at MC.
Glaring at the blond, MC rubbed at her left eye. She looked over at the bedside table. Dozens of half-opened creams and skin care products littered the surface, along with nail polishes, tissues, and cotton swabs.
"Maybe having a spa night with you wasn't a good idea, Yoosung," she admitted with a defeated sigh.