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Chapter Three

A Decision Made

"Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backwards."

- E. E. Cummings

The next day brought no improvement for Zen. It was hard to focus on emails and party preparation, sitting on pins and needles waiting for word. I didn't know why I was so keyed up about this, about someone I barely knew. Sure, we talked for hours every night since I installed this app, a couple times during the day as well, and in the chatroom all the time, but still. Why did my chest feel so... tight, at the thought of him alone in the hospital.

I sighed, hands resting on the keyboard. I couldn't get any work done. I just kept thinking about Zen. I knew what it was like to have your dreams taken away, though the circumstances were different. He was just losing a single role here.

Should I call him? He hadn't been in the chat yet... Should I log in and wait there?

I paced the room, eyeing my cellphone on the coffee table. I was in Rika's apartment, trying to work. I'd thought it would feel awkward, but surrounded by V's photographs of the RFA members was... Calming. At least I'd gotten Luciel to give me limited use of her computer; typing emails on a phone app was hard.

Feeling an undeniable pull for my phone, I groaned and went for it. The dial tone was the only sound for the longest time, then silence. He didn't pick up.

I sighed and placed it down, turning away only for my phone to go off. I blinked, staring down at Zen's profile picture for a full five seconds before snatching it up.

"H-hello?"

"Ahh it's good to hear your voice, jagiya. I just walked through the door when you called," He laughed. Zen sounded lighter than the night before, but still with a depressed undercurrent, "You must be psychic to call the moment I got home."

"... What did the doctor say? About your leg?" I sat down on Rika's couch.

"I went to a different doctor than normal, and he said about two weeks," Zen... laughed? I raise an eyebrow when he added, "If I'd gone to the usual one, Dr. Rhee, he would've scheduled the cast to come off in a couple days tops."

"Wow..." I leaned back to stare at the ceiling, "You really heal that fast, Hyun?"

"Yeah, always have. I don't get sick, either," Zen said; I could feel a smile in his voice, "Seven jokes that I'm an alien. Who knows, maybe he's right. I had all kinds of weird dreams when I was a kid; psychic ones. Still do, really. And then there's my hair and eyes; both natural, I swear!"

"... Psychic?" I deadpanned.

"It's true! I sometimes dream of something happening, then it does!"

"Okay, handsome crazy man," I rolled my eyes and laughed.

"I feel like you're mocking me, but I know the word handsome, jagiya!" Zen chuckled, a slight lilt in his tone, "You find me attractive. I mean, I am pretty amazing looks wise, but to know you think so too... Ahhh, it's too much!"

There he goes again with the melodrama. He made a couple exaggerated gasping sounds, and I rolled my eyes, "You know you're pretty. Can we talk about your injury? Are you sure you'll be okay?" My voice dropped low, almost inaudible, as my eyes slid half-closed, "... I was worried."

"Aya..." There was rustling, then the sound of heavy thumps on the other side, "... I'll have to tell the director, won't I? I mean, I tried to already but... I couldn't. I just told him I was I'll, and he said to suck it up."

"You didn't tell him you sprained your ankle?"

"Not... Really..."

I sighed, "Well, did you talk to the other director? What did you say her name was; Eunha? Maybe you can get back that Phantom of the Opera role."

"Yeah... I'll do that..."

There I was again, the defeated tone. I rose to shut off Rika's computer and lock up her apartment before heading back to my own. No way was I getting more emails answered today, "You'll have another chance, Hyun." What he needed right now was support and help, so I had to try, "Jaehee showed me some of your stuff online. You're a great actor, not just a handsome man. I believe you can do it."

"Thank you, jagiya... That means a lot to me," He said, "Really. It's nice to talk to you. God... I wish I could see your face..."

"Hyun, can I call you back?" My eyes were glued to the elevator outside Rika's apartment. Leaning against the doors, arms crossed and a small smile on his pale face, was the man who gave me the Mystic Messenger QR code, "I'm closing up Rika's apartment."

It wasn't totally a lie, and thankfully Zen bought it, "Call back soon, Aya. I'll miss you every moment."

"Goodbye, Hyun."

I hung up and turned to face the man, with his oddly dyed hair. He was staring at me, a slightly unsettling smile barely visible underneath a black cloth that clung to his lower face and neck. I didn't say anything, merely staring, with every muscle in my body on high alert.

He pushed off the elevator door and hit the 'down' button, "No need to look so scared, Aya. I just wanted to see how you were doing. This is where the fun starts, but don't worry... I'll come for you soon." He was using some sort of voice modulator; his tone was all distorted and... disturbing.

I shivered. My stomach dropped. A sheen of sweat broke out across my body. No one was supposed to come for me. No one was supposed to come after me. That man had friends, family, supporters who would do anything to get their twisted revenge on me. This silver-pink haired man with the tattoo... was he one of them? Come to take revenge?

"Oh, he is still in prison, don't worry," His smile spread so wide his eyes closed. It reminded me of a Cheshire cat, "I wouldn't want anything to do with that sort of man."

I backed into Rika's door, fumbling behind me for the pinpad. His brow furrowed, "I said you have nothing to be afraid of. I brought you here; I thought you'd be happy. The RFA are the strangest bunch, I hear... quirky, diverse..." His eyes narrowed, "... secretive."

"Who are you?"

He laughed. It was hollow, "I told you; the one who brought you here! 'Unknown'." With a ding, the elevator opened. He stepped inside, leaning his upper body out to wave, "Just checking up on you, Aya~."

I didn't like how Unknown said my name. I really didn't like it. Frozen against the door, I didn't start dashing for the elevator door until it was too late. The door's closed just before I got to them, and there was no way I could outrun an elevator from the 15th floor. So I smacked the door, my hand sliding off the metal with a sharp sound.

One deep breath. So the man who gave me the code was 'Unknown'. I'd thought so, but confirmation helped. Two deep breaths. Unknown said they weren't involved with him, and I believed the stranger. He didn't have any reason to lie. Three deep breaths. Luciel needed to know.

I bolted for my apartment, flying down the stairs and slamming my door closed behind me. Only with the reassuring sound of the electronic lock did I calm down. My heart beat wildly. My palms were sweaty. Eyes wide, I turned to my dancing mirror. I looked like a feral beast, anxiety clawing away at my insides.

In a flurry, I dialed Luciel. It went to voicemail. So I dialed again. And again. And again, until on the tenth consecutive dial the hacker's perpetual-jokester tone filtered in, "I know I'm amazing and you love me, Aya, but usually when someone doesn't answer the phone it means they're busy."

"Th-the security cameras," I clutched at my chest. It felt like I'd run a marathon, when it was only a flight of stairs, "He was here. He was here, Luciel-!"

"Whoa, whoa, calm down; who was there?" I heard something swivel, then rapid typing.

I breathed in, slow and deliberate, trying to keep the tightness in my chest at bay. I needed my meds, but they were in the bathroom. That seemed like so far from here... "The person who gave... wh-who gave me the... the app. H-h-he said he was... he was Unknown!"

"Well I could've told you that; wasn't too far fetched a connection," His voice was half murmur, mostly to himself. Then, everything went silent. Painfully silent.

After a long minute, I asked in a quivering voice, "... Luciel?"

"What the fuck?"

My shivers returned, "L-Luciel?"

"He... he covered my cameras with tape? Who does that?!"

Was that really the issue right now? That man was less than ten feet from me, not three minutes ago! "Luciel-!"

"Gimme a bit; I'll analyze what I can. Came in the elevator, wearing a mask and hood, covered my cameras with tape - that ass - and used a voice modulator to hide his tone?" Luciel whistled, "I don't know if I'm angry, or impressed. Or both. Probably both."

I whimpered. Luciel quieted on the other end, before speaking much softer than before, "... you okay?"

I shook my head, but against my true feelings said, "... yeah."

"Zen's injured and you're fighting back a panic attack. Today's greeeaaaat." I didn't say anything. He wasn't wrong, though the way Luciel said it was a bit callous, "Okay, okay. Listen, I'm going to look over this footage and see if I can get anything. I doubt it, but I'll try. I'm gonna need you to take that damn tape off my cameras, though. Maybe move them. This dude obviously knows where they all are."

I held the phone with both hands now, leaning heavily on my door, "... can it wait until it's light out? I..." I looked over my shoulder at the door. It seemed so dark and forboding out there right now, "... I don't want to go out th-there right now."

"What? Oh, yeah, right; that," Luciel said, "Sure, whatever; whenever you get a chance. Hey, you gonna be okay on your own? I'm suddenly finding myself with a lot more work to do."

"... sorry."

He laughed, "Sorry? Aya, it's my job to keep the RFA safe. Well, one of many jobs. So, you could say it's literally my job to keep you safe."

I didn't know if he was just saying it because he was trying to make me feel better, or if he was serious. It was always hard to tell with Luciel. So I muttered thanks, and we said our goodbyes. I suppose I should feel bad for adding to his workload, but I didn't. Unknown... scared me. His disguised voice, his mannerisms, that tattoo...

I clutched my phone to my chest. Slow, deep, even breaths.

It was about 3pm when I looked down at my phone again. Jumin and Jaehee were in chat talking about her going to visit Zen to cheer him up. It must be nice, to be able to just visit someone so easily. It had taken so much mental effort to even go draw at the college that day, and look where it got me. So I joined in the chat;

[Aya]: Zen sounded really down on the phone a bit ago; maybe you should visit him, Jaehee.

[Jaehee Kang]: Thank you, Aya. I plan to take a company vehicle and guards so I won't hurt Zen's reputation.

There was no one in the world more prudent and logical than Jaehee. She reminded me of Spock from Star Trek. That thought brought a mental image of Jaehee with slicked back hair and pointed ears. I laughed out loud.

[Jumin Han]: You can't today; we have to get ready for that business meeting at 4. And tomorrow is that lunch I'll need you for, and the meeting with the board of directors.

[Jaehee Kang]: *sighing emoji*

[Aya]: Poor Jaehee. You sure keep her busy, Jumin.

[Jumin Han]: Oh, and I have noticed that Elizabeth the 3rd's been getting a bit more plump than is likely healthy. Look into a healthier alternative cat food, and the latest recommendations on portion size for her age and breed.

[Jaehee Kang]: It will be on your desk before the end of the day, Mr. Han.

[Aya]: omg. Poor Jaehee.

[Jaehee Kang]: *sighing emoji*

[Jumin Han]: On the topic of visiting Zen, since you cannot go Assistant Kang, maybe I should send that limo for Aya to go instead.

I stared at the screen. Surely he wasn't...? Was he...? ... He was. He was suggesting I go visit Zen. In person. To help him feel better.

"God... I wish I could see your face..."

A thrill ran up my spine. Whether it was anxiety or something else, I didn't know. I refused to consider the fluttering in my stomach was anything but anxiety and worry.

[Jaehee Kang]: That wouldn't be wise, Mr. Han. If the media got wind of Aya visiting Zen, it would cause a scandal and hurt his reputation.

[Jumin Han]: But you visiting wouldn't? If she's sent with the same limo and guard as you would, I see no difference.

[Jaehee Kang]: Please don't misunderstand, I only want what's best for Zen and his reputation. Reputation is everything to an actor. And I would be able to keep that professional distance.

[Aya]: ... Are you saying I can't?

[Jaehee Kang]: *sighing emoji* No, no, what I mean is... Well...

[Aya]: Jaehee, I know we've only known each other for about a week, but trust me. I know very well where I stand.

[Jaehee Kang]: Where you stand...?

[Aya]: You have nothing to worry about. I'm not healthy enough mentally-

I hit the back button quickly, rethinking that particular comment.

[Aya]: If seeing Zen would make him feel better, I will go. With Jumin's guard there as chaperone, you have less than nothing to worry about.

I could keep myself on guard too. Zen may have the annoying habit of unwittingly getting information out of me, but in person it would be an entirely different story. Once he saw me, saw how I... act, how I look, any flirtatious pretext would be put to an end. Of that, I was certain. No one who knew me, who really knew me would have anything but pity.

[Jaehee Kang]: Still...

[Jumin Han]: ... Assistant Kang, we have that meeting to get to.

They both bid hasty farewells. I nearly shut down the chat when, of all people, Luciel showed up.

[Aya]: Oh... Hello, Luciel.

[707]: Well if it isn't Aya! Don't mind Jaehee and go visit Zen to your heart's content! *Cheering emoji*

[Aya]: ...

[707]: Oh come on, he wants to see you! Unless... *Gasping emoji* you've actually fallen for my charms instead?!

[Aya]: Hardly, Luciel.

[707]: Ooh, should I text Zen right now about how I've seen your face twice now? *Smirking emoji* You have a cute face~!

I groaned. Between Luciel's ridiculous comments and Zen's incessant flirting, I felt like I was going to lose my mind. Spouting obvious lies about my looks wasn't going to help, either.

[Aya]: Flattery will get you nowhere, Luciel. I am well aware of how I look.

[707]: What, you mean like a cutie?

I blinked.

[Aya]: Luciel you... Speak English?

[707]: On board translator, my friend! *Happy emoji* Japanese, Arabic, you name it this baby translates it all for me! *Super happy emoji*

[Aya]: Great.

He didn't answer for long enough that I assumed he was done talking. But before I could back out of the chat, a text message popped up. From Luciel. Why was he texting me directly?

[707]: Seriously, take Jumin's offer. Go visit Zen.

[Aya]: I shouldn't. We barely know each other and nothing good could come of it.

[707]: Says the girl who has at least one phone call a night with the man, usually lasting a solid four hours.

My jaw gaped open. How in the world did he know about that? I knew he was a hacker, but I technically hadn't gotten my QR code from him.

[707]: Before you ask, I'm the app engineer, remember? You call each other through the app, not with your native phone program, so it logs in my system. I don't have word for word record, of course. Just things like time and duration, to make sure everything runs smoothly.

[Aya]: Oh. I see. I... guess that makes sense.

Still a really shady thing to know.

[707]: The hell you two talking about for four hours, though? Like come on; Zen maybe drop dead gorgeous but he ain't the most intellectually scintillating.

[Aya]: Big words there, Luciel. And I help him practice his lines; he says it's easier to bound them off someone.

[707]: Oh maaaan, he got you good! I wish I had that kinda pick-up line!

[Aya]: ... Excuse me?

[707]: Nothing, nothing! Anyway, I say go for it! If you think Zen would think less of you because of your past, then you don't know him at all.

[Aya]: That's not-

I stopped. Hit the back button to erase that, my brow furrowed.

[Aya]: How much do you know, Luciel?

[707]: Like I said, just the stuff in the local America news report. I mean, I found a lot more, court documents and stuff, but I didn't read much of it, honest. Got the gist, seriously didn't want the details. Just enough to make sure you were a safe person.

[Aya]: ... And? Am I 'safe'?

[707]: You wouldn't have the app anymore, and V wouldn't have let you into the RFA otherwise.

Something made me shiver at that. There was definitely more Luciel wasn't telling me. But I was also equally certain that pressing him would get me nowhere. But his shady wording still lifted some of the anxiety off my shoulders. Luciel - and presumably V - both knew and still at least trusted me to help out with the RFA party.

[707]: Oh come on; you've both been making sad puppy eyes at each other since the beginning, and I know Zen wants to see you, and you obviously are at least worried enough to want to help him. I can vouch for Zen; narcissistic, but a helluva good guy.

Before I could respond, he added;

[707]: Speak of the devil and he shall appear!

[Aya]: Um...

[707]: Zen just popped into chat and I gotta go; now go confess your undying love for the cat hater!

[Aya]: Luciel omg. *sigh*

He didn't reply back, so was probably working away on something or another. It suddenly hit me why Luciel had moved to the private messenger. It was so none of the other's asked questions. About me. I couldn't help but be grateful to him; it was bad enough that two people in Korea knew. I logged back into the messenger out of habit, and maybe a bit because Luciel said Zen was there.

[ZEN]: Aya! Yoosung and Seven... Both want you to come visit me! Even Jumin, a bit lololol

[Aya]: But Jaehee doesn't think it's a good idea...

[ZEN]: Jaehee means well... But I really want to see you, Aya. In person. I want to meet the girl I've spent the last six days talking to.

[Aya]: Hyun...

How strange... My heart was seating faster, and it wasn't from the usual anxiety. I wasn't completely knew to this nervous - but not unpleasant - feeling, but still.

[ZEN]: And... I want to hear your singing again.

I had to remind myself to breathe.

[Aya]: Hyun! I... That was a one time thing. I don't know if I can sing again.

[ZEN]: Of course you can! It was so beautiful; if Director Eunha takes me back as Raoul, you should audition for Christine!

I laughed out loud at that. Me, in musical? With no acting training, and a voice that's only been used to sing once in nearly two years?

He said my singing was beautiful...

I shook my head as if that would cast those thoughts away.

[Aya]: I don't think that's a good idea, Hyun. I... don't do well around people.

[ZEN]: You do fine around me, jagiya~ *heart emoji*

[Aya]: No, no, I mean... Hyun...

I logged out of the chatroom, just barely catching Jaehee logging on. Biting my lip, I stared at the dark screen of my phone. Call him, something in me said, Explain. Not the whole story, of course, but enough so Zen would understand. Understand why I wasn't good enough to hang around him. Why I was damaged goods, unworthy. Sick.

A ringtone reached my ears. Oh. I was calling him. I hadn't even realized I'd turned the app back on, yet there I was, pushing the call button next to his avatar picture.

"Aya? Oh, Aya; I was worried when you left so suddenly. Are you alright, jagiya? I'm sorry if I pushed you-"

"No, it wasn't you, you didn't do anything..." I drew in a deep, shaky breath.

"Aya, jagiya, did something happen?"

He sounded so concerned, so... earnest. I wanted to cry, but choked it back along with my anxiety, "No... just, I wanted to tell you something."

But I didn't say anything, and after a long minute came Zen's soothing voice; light, calming, and I could picture him smiling reassuringly, "What is it, aein?"

Another Korean endearment I didn't know, but I smiled all the same, "Sorry, Hyun, it's hard to talk about."

"It's alright, Aya; we have all the time in the world."

And so he was patient, because it was a full minute before I could speak again, "I... it's not that I don't want to meet you. I want to... meet everyone, but... I'm scared."

"Jagiya..."

"I... I'm not... God, Hyun, I'm not normal," I wrapped my free hand around my legs, "I was... hurt back home. A lot. Please don't ask me what happened, please, please. And now, I have a hard time leaving my apartment, being around too many people, being alone without multiple locks on my door... N-noises make me jump, I can't sing anymore, I... I don't like being touched. I'm always just... scared." My arm tightened, my voice a bit muffled when I buried my head in my knees, "I... I don't want to be scared, Hyun. I came to Korea to try and heal. But I'm still the disgusting, weak little girl-"

"Stop," His voice was stern, but gentle. My jaw snapped shut automatically, "I know we've only known each other for just under a week, but I haven't seen that. I see a woman who, when faced with a strange circumstance, took it in stride so you could help us revive the RFA parties and raise money for charity. I see a woman who answers emails to drum up support, so we can raise money to help people. Who talks to us in the chatroom, in texts, on the phone, when before the RFA app would be empty for days at a time. Who listened to my whining, who sang to me even though you didn't think you could. A woman with a beautiful voice, who I knew from the second you appeared in the chatroom, was a kind and generous person."

"Hyun-"

"You are beautiful and strong," He cut me off, "I don't know what happened in your past before I - before the RFA, I mean - was in it, and I hope someday you trust me enough to tell me. But all I know and can see is the now, and right now... I just want to see the amazing woman who brought back together my family and has kept me sane while my leg is useless."

I was crying now. Gods, why was I such a crybaby? But in my chest, in my heart, I knew. I wanted to see him. I shouldn't, I couldn't, want that. But I did. It had only been six days. Such a short time... I lifted a shaking hand to my chest, right over my heart. I wanted to.

"Okay. Okay," I muttered, taking long, cleansing breaths. I smiled, though he couldn't see it, "Thank you, Hyun."

He didn't say anything for a moment, then softly laughed, "What are you thanking me for? I'm just speaking the truth, jagiya."

"Doesn't mean I can't be thankful for you."

Another silence, this one much more comfortable. Then, Zen clicked his tongue and asked, voice wavering and... nervous? "So... do you want to meet me? In person?"

"I..." I chewed on my lip, feeling nervous myself. The words were there, right on the tip of my tongue, but saying them was another matter entirely. So I whispered them, low and breathy, "... I do."

"What was that?"

"I'd... like to meet you, if I got the chance," I was still quiet, voice wavering myself, but with enough strength that his sudden silence meant he must've heard me this time, "But you'll be disappointed, trust me." I laughed hollowly.

"That's not possible."

"You say that now," I sighed. Everyone always said things like that until they knew, "Everyone does."

"I don't care about everyone else," Zen's voice was hard, defiant, and left no room for dissent, "I want to , that's all."

I didn't say anything for the longest time. This phone call was turning into the call of awkward pauses. Then, after a long time, I smiled, "Thank you, Hyun.

Early the next day, I popped into the chat on reflex after a shower. The only one there was Jumin, which was perfect for me.

[Aya]: Good morning, Jumin.

[Jumin Han]: Good morning, Aya. Did you eat breakfast?

Same question, every meal time, from one of the RFA without fail. It had to be a Korean thing. Or maybe the RFA was secretly obsessed with nutrition.

[Aya]: Not yet; just got out of the shower. How's your morning?

[Jumin Han]: I have Assistant Kang researching cat products for that line, and coffee production for another product line the company is considering. Other than that, I find myself in a... Bit of a problem.

I felt sorry for Jaehee. It was blatantly obvious how Jumin took advantage of her, whether he realized it or not. The woman must be a saint to put up with him.

[Aya]: What's the problem?

He sent a picture, taken out of his window from the angle. There was this tiny little slip of a kitten, looking a little lost and pathetic in the well-manicured grass.

[Jumin Han]: I found a kitten wandering the company lawn and took it home. It was too little too be safe, but Elizabeth the 3rd doesn't seem to like him. Maybe Assistant Kang will take the kitten.

Did this man seriously not see what a terrible idea was? Poor Jaehee already had to deal with Jumin's cat at all hours and without notice. There was no way she'd take on a stray permanently unless he ordered it... Which I wouldn't put above Jumin. Thinking quickly, I asked;

[Aya]: What about Yoosung? He likes animals, right? Jaehee probably isn't the best choice.

[Jumin Han]: Hmm... Possible. I cannot keep him, Zen will not take him, and giving him to Assistant Kang would make difficult for her to watch my Elizabeth... I shall call him right away, thank you for the suggestion.

[Aya]: No problem.

[Jumin Han]: I must go. Goodbye, Aya.

[Aya]: Wait Jumin! I wanted to ask, about your offer to drive me to visit Zen... Is that offer still open?

[Jumin Han]: Of course. I never take back an offer once given. I only ask you talk to him about modeling for the cat line.

I rolled my eyes. I could already picture Zen's disgusted face. Or the sneezing. That mental picture made burst out laughing.

[Aya]: Alright, alright. I can already tell you that he won't say yes, even to me, but I'll bring it up.

[Jumin Han]: And you underestimate the power you have over that man, even after only seven days.

[Aya]: ... Excuse me?

[Jumin Han]: Never mind. When and where should I have Driver Kim pick you up?

There was something giddy to this conversation now. I could feel anxiety and nervousness mixing in the pit of my stomach, but something else overpowered them both. Excitement. But I knew that neither Luciel nor the elusive V wanted the apartment address to get out, and I wasn't too keen on anyone knowing my address just yet either, so...

[Aya]: Um... there's a cafe a ways from the apartment. Here's the address; *pastes link* Is that alright?

[Jumin Han]: Yes that's fine. Time? I can have Driver Kim there in an hour.

I looked at the time on my phone. I didn't really know how long it would take to get to Zen's, so looked that up first. Should I tell him I was coming? It was sudden, and he'd see it the moment he went into the chatroom, but... That new giddiness inside of me kinda liked the idea of it being g a surprise.

[Aya]: How about eleven? I can get there for lunch.

[Jumin Han]: That works well for my schedule. Driver Kim will be instructed to pick you up at that cafe, then chaperone you during the visit at Zen's.

The idea of a chaperone for two adults was odd, especially for my American sensibility, but I have the okay. I remembered Jaehee's words about protecting Zen's reputation, so it only made sense. I guess. Zen probably wouldn't like it, though.

But none of that really mattered at this point. I was going to see Zen. In person. Suddenly, nervousness and anticipation flooded me for the first time in years. I was a hurricane, running here and there trying to find something to wear, what to bring, thinking about what to say...

This was unlike me, but I didn't care. I felt odd, renewed in a sort of way, and it reminded me of high-school. Before I'd met him and began my life in darkness and hell. This... As I stopped my furious running around to get ready, my eyes were drawn out the window into the clear, sunny summer morning. This was... happiness?

I'd forgotten what that felt like.

Author's Note: See what I did there? Starting the weave aspects of the other storylines into one. Yoosung's getting a kitten, and Jumin being an asshole to poor Jaehee! (Seriously; Jaehee is such an adorable character. I love her.) Next time... Meeting Zen!