Hey everyone! I hope you liked the story so far ;3 Now, let's see what happens the morning after ooOooOooOo

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Zen groaned softly as his eyes fluttered open, sleepily sitting up in the bed, his eyes adjusting to the light pouring in from the crack in the blinds. He rubbed his eyes, opening them slowly as he groggily looked around, taking in his surroundings as they came to focus around him.

He shot up in surprise, gasping loudly as he realized he was in Jumin's room, frantically searching around him.

"What the hell...?" He whispered softly to himself, gripping the blankets in his fists, recognizing he was definitely only his boxers. He jumped slightly as he saw Jumin walk in the door, a cup of coffee in his hands and a small smile on his lips.

"Good morning, Hyun."

Zen blinked at him slowly, staring from the coffee in his hands, to his clothes on the floor, and the smile on Jumin's face, confusion overcoming him, barrelling down on him like a landslide.

"What... What am I doing here..?"

Zen watched as Jumin's eyes widened, his fingers loosening against his will around the cup, effectively dropping the cup of hot coffee. It fell to the ground, shattering around his feet, the scalding liquid splashing up onto his legs through his pants. Jumin jumped back, the pain bringing him back to reality.

"Ah, God-!"

Zen sat up in shock, making his way to see if Jumin was okay, but stopped as he lifted his hand, freezing in place.

"Are you okay..?"

"It's fine," Jumin spoke slowly, his bangs hiding his eyes as he spoke, "It was an accident. Just a small coffee burn." He straightened up, staring down at the broken glass at his feet. Zen watched his eyes search the mess before him, silently wondering since when has this guy ever had accidents like this. Jumin stepped back slowly, still staring at the broken glass, running a hand through his hair slowly.

"I should... Call someone to clean this up. You should get dressed and go. You have rehearsal today."

Without another word, Jumin turned on his heel and left Zen alone in the bedroom. His eyes travelled from the shards of glass amongst the coffee on the floor, to his clothes scattered about the room, trying desperately to remember how he ended up here.

"Did he just let me sleep here after I drank...? Why did he even let me come? And how does he know my rehearsals today..?"

He bit his lip anxiously, steadily making his way out of the bed, pulling on his clothes. He felt stiffness in his back- he brushed it off as the foreign sensation of sleeping in someone else's bed, pushing the thought to the back of his mind. He carefully stepped over the broken glass, grabbing his jacket off of the couch, awkwardly walking to the door, looking towards Jumin, who sat at the kitchen table, staring listlessly out the window.

"Um, thank you... For letting me stay."

Jumin's gaze flickered towards him for only a moment before turning back to the window- Zen could have sworn there was anguish within that gaze.

"..Not a problem."

Zen hesitated for a moment, wanting to ask, but afraid of the answer he would receive. He allowed his fears to overcome him, turning around and leaving the penthouse.

"In all of the times that I have loved someone, never have I once loved someone like I have loved you- you are my everlasting sun, my shining moon, my-"

"ZEN! Zen, stop!"

Zen sighed softly, rubbing his fingers between his brows as the director called out, cutting him off for seemingly the hundredth time that afternoon. He stepped towards him, arms crossed, brows furrowed in frustration.

"Zen, what is going on with you today? It seems that your head is in a completely different world!"

Zen looked at the ground, shaking his head gently.

"Sorry. I'm just having a hard time focusing today, I guess."

The director regarded him for a moment, looking him over studiously before sighing, gesturing towards the door.

"Clearly you need some time to rest. Luckily it's just the beginning of the season, so we have lots of time to practice. Take the rest of the day off, and come back on Monday with a better head, alright? Get some sleep or something."

Zen watched as the director walked away from him, a sick ball forming in his stomach. This was the first time he had ever been asked to leave rehearsals- he had never been unable to read lines properly, but ever since leaving Jumin's penthouse this morning he couldn't shake the feeling that he was doing something wrong, so irrevocably wrong, but as to what, he hadn't a single clue.

He made his way home, opting to head into the shower to clear his head upon arrival. He tossed his clothes on the floor, turning on the steaming water, closing his eyes as it trailed down his body. He sighed softly, relaxing into the feeling, allowing it to consume him.

"Zen... You're beautiful." Jumin kissed down along his jaw as he spoke, mouthing softly below his ear, kissing and licking along his neck, grinding his hips forwards as curious hands trailed under the hem of Zen's sweater.

Zen's eyes blew open wide, leaning back against the shower wall in surprise.

"What the fuck-?"

He blushed as he felt his body heating up at the vision in his mind, embarrassment overcoming him at the thought of becoming aroused by a stray fantasy of Jumin coming on to him, his arousal beginning to throb with want.

"I don't... I don't like that guy...?"

"Hyun," Jumin kissed back to his lips, his voice a husky whisper, gazing into his eyes as he rolled his hips forwards, "Hyun…"

Zen bit his lip softly, reaching down and wrapping his hand around his cock, stroking it lightly as he closed his eyes, allowing the visions to play through his mind.

Jumin froze, his eyes flashing as Zen moaned wantonly in his ear. He lifted Zen by the hips, forcibly wrapping the silver-haired man's legs around his waist, making quick strides as he made his way towards the bed. He brought him down onto it unceremoniously, pulling at the hem of his sweater, lifting it up and off.

Zen lifted his hands, shakily pulling at the buttons of the shirt, and Jumin growled, ripping the buttons off of the strings as he tore the shirt off, throwing it to the side. Zen blushed, watching as the buttons rolled across the floor.

"Someone's moving fast…"

Jumin brought his lips down to Zen's neck once more, suckling softly just below his ear.

"I've loved you for a long time, Hyun. I don't think I can wait any longer."

Zen whimpered softly, nursing his lower lip between his teeth, speeding up the pace of his strokes, his hips bucking forwards to meet his own thrusts.

"You need to relax, Hyun." Jumin spoke in a low, comforting voice, moving his fingers slowly inside of him.

"It- It hurts-!"

"I know," Jumin kissed along his face tenderly, trying to distract from the pain, "Just try to relax yourself, and trust me.. Okay?"

Zen nodded, a lone tear trailing its way down his cheek, wrapping his arms around Jumin's neck.

"Okay…"

Zen couldn't hold back the heavy panting that was heaving from his lips, his free hand now running over his body, teasing his nipples, pinching at his skin.

Zen tensed up a bit, letting out a low breath, trying to relax his body to allow him access. Jumin continued to thrust slowly, watching Zen's face as he did so.

"Does that… Does that feel okay?"

Zen nodded, the pain quickly being replaced by pleasure, by warmth.

"Ah- Ah, yes, it feels better…"

Jumin smiled, stroking his hair tenderly.

"Good."

Zen moaned loudly, the sound echoing amongst the small walls of the bathroom, his body reeling as he neared his orgasm.

Jumin bit his lip as he looked up at Zen, who was unable to control the moans he was producing, too enraptured by pleasure to hold back. He removed one of his hands from his hips, stroking Zen's cock instead, licking his lips in satisfaction as his name echoed through the room, trailing from the lips of the silver-haired man.

"Hy-Hyun," His voice wavered as he spoke, steely eyes meeting red, passion surging between them, "Are you close?"

"Oh god, yes- yes, ah..!"

Jumin moaned, smiling through his pleasure, his eyes shining up at Zen.

"Come for me, Hyun."

Zen cried out Jumin's name, both in his visions and in real life, his cum streaming out onto the shower door, his head leaning back against the wall in ecstasy. His hand fell to his side, his head lolling slowly as he looked down at the cum now dripping along the glass. He brought his hands to his hair, shame washing over him as he slid down the wall, curling up on the floor, the now-cold shower water pouring over his body. He laid his forehead against his knees, self-loathing overcoming him as he came to a grave realization.

"...That... Wasn't just a dream or a fantasy... Was it?"

Uh ohhhhhh. Looks like Zen forgot everything that happened and is realizing a tad late!

Wonder what will happen next?! Keep your eyes peeled for chapter 3 ~~~

~Pixil-8