Now, how to get back at Zen...
Two cups of catnip tea later, he'd already made himself an account on a fandom site and was busy convincing Zen's fans that he secretly loved cats. None of them knew about his allergy, so it wasn't too hard to convince them. One girl had already made a sketch of Zen with cat ears and a kitty face, and other fans were conspiring to create more refined art of that topic. Suddenly, he'd received a private message from a username that he didn't recognize from the flurry of fangirls he'd been communicating with. He clicked on the envelope icon in the top right-hand corner of the webpage.
Username: behind_blue_eyes
Subject: Is that you?
Message: Jumin, is that you? It's me, Seto. What are you doing here?
Username: Elly_belly
Subject: Re: Is that you?
Message: Seto? What are you doing here? How did you recognize me?
Username: behind_blue_eyes
Subject: Re: Is that you?
Message: Your icon is a picture of Elizabeth the Third. Besides, you named yourself Elly. I'll have to call you that from now on.
Jumin swallowed hard, the ache in his chest beginning to throb once more as he recalled what could have been. He'd been able to forget about it during his fit of anger, but now everything was returning. He hadn't even responded when he received another message.
Username: behind_blue_eyes
Subject: Re: Is that you?
Message: I was just about to try getting in touch with you, actually. Jaehee asked me to. She said that nobody could get a hold of you, and they weren't sure if you were alright. It's absurd for us to keep talking like this; I'll call you.
Jumin's fingers hesitated over the keyboard, and he was about to tell him not to bother, but then he grabbed his phone instead and turned it back on. It had barely finished turning on when it began to vibrate and the screen lit up with Kaiba's name. He put his laptop on the coffee table and lay back on the couch as he answered the call and put his phone to his ear.
"Jumin, are you okay?"
The concern that laced his voice made the pain in Jumin's chest sharper, but it was the words that wormed into his brain.
Was he okay?
"I'm not hurt."
"What happened? Jaehee wouldn't give me any details."
Did he want to tell him what had happened? If he were to tell Kaiba about crashing Luciel's car, he'd have to explain why, and if he explained why, Jumin wouldn't be able to hide his denial from his would-be partner. What to do...
"Jumin, are you still there?"
"Yeah..."
"You're worrying me."
Jumin could tell, too, in the timbre of his voice, the earnestness of the pitch... God, he loved that voice.
"Jumin, I'm coming to visit you. Jaehee sounded frantic over the phone, and I don't trust that you're alright."
"Okay." His answer was quiet because he didn't know what else to say.