A/N Disclaimer: I do not own Mystic Messenger.

Hello, everybody! Here's my multi-chapter Zen fic. It has 5 chapters and an epilogue and will be published on Tuesdays on Fridays, unless I decide to do it more quickly. Like all my other stories, it is already written in its entirety.

I had a lot of fun writing this, so I hope you all enjoy it. It's a story that's dear to me. I have changed several things from the canon Zen route, but some of the chat log is from the game. There will be sexual content later, and there will be discussion of past sexual assault. Please read and review!

Mun-Hee is sitting in Rika's apartment, debating on whether or not to log into the chatroom. Last time she was on there, Zen and Jumin were bickering back and forth. She wishes they would just get along and stop all the fighting. Missing Zen, she finally allows one side to win and logs into the app.

When she arrives, she sees that Zen is online, and her heart jumps a little in her chest. He may be a little full of himself, which she's pretty sure is in some part an act, but Mun-Hee really likes Zen a lot. There could easily be something between them if it's allowed to grow. Well, not if Jaehee has anything to say about it.

Mun-Hee has entered the chatroom.

Zen: Hey, Mun-Hee.

Mun-Hee: I missed you so much all I did was think about you the whole day…

Zen: That sounds like a love song…

Zen: I missed you too.

Zen: But…I'm ashamed to see you right now…

Zen: I don't know what Seven meant going on and on about connections and whatever,

Zen: but one thing's certain

Zen: My ankle bones have given up trying to connect.

Mun-Hee: What? Your ankle bones!? What's going on? Do you want me to go?

Zen: I'll have to go to the hospital to know for sure

Zen: But I think I twisted my ankle.

Mun-Hee immediately pulls out her laptop and turns it on. She remembers Zen saying that his home address was on his website, and she quickly finds the page. Zen is still typing away in the chatroom, but she's busy writing down the, thankfully close, address and throwing on some better clothes. She grabs a pair of black capri pants, a gray T-shirt, and a blue cardigan out of the wardrobe and quickly throws them on. She runs a brush through her long brown hair, grabs her giant purse and car keys off of the table next to the door, and runs down the stairs and out the door of the building. Getting in her car, she closes the chatroom without saying goodbye and calls Zen from the app's phonebook. "Um, hello?" he answers, sounding confused.

"Zen, it's Mun-Hee. I found the address on your site, and I'm on my way to your apartment."

"I don't want you to see me like this," he admits in a small voice.

"Don't be silly," she chides. "Everyone needs help sometimes. I'll be there in ten minutes, and we'll go to the hospital together. That way you don't have to worry about an ambulance or how to get back home."

"Thanks," he says quietly.

"Are you in a lot of pain?" she asks.

"Kind of."

"Well, it'll be better soon. I'll kiss it and make it better," she flirts, trying to make him feel better about the whole thing.

She hears his throaty chuckle and feels accomplished. "In that case, I think there are some other places that are hurt too."

"I'll kiss each and every one of them for you as many times as you'd like," she promises.

They talk the rest of the way, and it isn't hard for her to find his apartment when she arrives in the area. Her nerves don't really catch up to her until she's at the door of his apartment. She knows what Zen looks like, but he's never seen her. She knows she isn't ugly per se, but she's not on Zen's level. And she's pretty short. She pushes the unlocked door open and walks inside. Zen is sitting on the couch with his head back, focused on the ceiling and looking depressed. "Zen?" she calls.

He looks over at her, and his face breaks into a huge smile. "Of course my honey would be beautiful."

She giggles nervously and tucks her hair behind one ear. "You don't have to lie," she chides. "Let me help you up."

Zen stands next to her. He looks down and realizes that she's about a foot shorter than he is. "Uh, not to be rude, but are you sure you can hold me up? I don't want to hurt you."

"I'll be fine," she assures and wraps her arm around his waist. He puts one arm around her shoulder and shuffles out to her car. Once she has him comfortably tucked into the passenger seat, she jumps in the driver's seat. "See? That wasn't so bad."

"I should have known my babe would be perfect at everything," he quips with a grin thrown in her direction.

Smiling to herself that he's at least still able to be his flirty self, Mun-Hee takes off for the hospital. She helps him into the hospital emergency room and then promises to wait for him in the waiting room since only family can go back with him. She pulls her phone out and logs into the chatroom while she waits. She also fishes the book she's been reading out of her bag and places it on her lap for after the check-in. Mun-Hee nearly groans out loud when she notices that Jaehee is online.

Mun-Hee has entered the chatroom.

Mun-Hee: Hi, Jaehee.

Jaehee Kang: Mun-Hee. Did you read about Zen? It looked like you logged off in the middle of his explanation.

Mun-Hee: I did. I logged off and called him. I'm at the hospital with him right now.

Mun-Hee sits through Jaehee's long-winded, borderline rude lecture about ruining Zen's career, public image, life, etc. before promising to keep everyone updated and logging off. She sits forward with her head in her hands and takes a deep breath. Jaehee will never like her. Mun-Hee sits back up and squares her shoulders, determination building within her body. As long as Zen needs her and appreciates her, she'll be there for him. Grabbing her book, she begins reading while she waits.

It's almost two hours later before they let Zen out of the room. He now has crutches and a cast on his leg. "Hey, babe," he greets.

Mun-Hee smiles and puts her book away, standing to join him at the door. "Are you ready to go home?" He nods, and she helps him back out to her car.

Once they get back to the apartment, he leans on her to get inside and collapses on the couch, placing his crutches next to him. "Thanks, Mun-Hee."

"You don't need to thank me," she says with a smile. "I…I guess I should probably go home before Jaehee kills me."

"Please don't go," Zen says quickly. "Stay. I don't want to be alone."

"Are you sure it won't ruin your career?"

"She likes to say that, but it's not true. I can have a girlfriend if I want. I can have a girl stay the night at my house without the world falling apart."

Mun-Hee chuckles. "I can sleep on the couch."

"Don't be ridiculous. Just sleep in the bed with me. I'm lame anyway," he says, gesturing to his casted foot.

"And if you weren't?" she flirts.

He sends her a wolfish grin. "I wouldn't let you leave my bed for days." She giggles. "Let's go to sleep. It's after three, and I'm beat."

Zen hobbles into his bedroom and gives Mun-Hee one of his shirts to change into. His pants are just too large for her, but the shirt comes down pretty far. He only sleeps in a pair of flannel pants, and she has to stop herself from drooling over his abs. She sets a pillow under his leg and props his crutches up against the wall. After doing that, she crawls into bed next to him, a light blush on her face. Zen looks at her and has to bite back a laugh at her cute embarrassment. "Are you going to be able to sleep?"

She moves closer to his side, careful not to jostle his leg, and places her forehead against his arm. "Yeah. I'll be just fine." She snuggles down further. "Good night, Zen."

"Good night."

Don't be ashamed to accept help when you need it.

I don't like Jaehee on Zen's route. She's fine on all the others, but I honestly wanted to dropkick her through the phone during Zen's. She won't really factor into this story other than the mentions in this chapter.