Heavy. Just heavy. This is how Jumin's head... no... This is how his entire body felt like. From the tip of his toes to the roots of his raven hair... everything was just so heavy and dragging, almost as if gravity had suddenly decided to add some extra pounds to the world's weight.

The world's weight was felt most prominently on his eyelids, which opened ever so slowly, like a heavy veil that separated the world of dreams from reality. The reality that unfolded itself in front of the heir's grey eyes was a wide room that was slightly illuminated by soft blueish light. Everyone else would probably describe the room as very dark, since the blue light that radiated from the fish tank, was dimmed down almost completely. Yet, for Jumin, this little amount of light felt like a thousand suns, beaming into his overly sensitive eyes at the same time.

He groaned and covered his eyes with his hand till they finally adjusted to his surroundings. This is when his head started to throb in pain causing another and this time deeper groan to leave his dry lips. Massaging his temples with thumb and index finger of his right hand Jumin rose from the sheets. He took a deep breath and then sighed deeply as if this released air would carry the heaviness that lay on his body away as well. But it didn't.

Another moan quietly echoed through the room but this time it wasn't his own voice that formed the sound. And when Jumin turned his head to the side he spotted the source of the noise, sleeping and all cuddled up in an armchair standing right next to his bed.

"Zen...?" Jumin's voice was husky and his throat was so dry that just by quietly calling out the actor's short stage-name his vocal chords got irritated to such an extent that he suddenly had to cough. Still asleep Zen shifted on the armchair as if to adjust his position to get more comfortable. A single strand of his lose silver hair fell into his face and all of a sudden the heir's eyes were glued to the idol who somehow looked so... new... in this familiar light.

Jumin now sat at the edge of his bed. His feet flat on the ground. His eyes focusing on the chiseled face of his friend sitting right in front of him which even made his headache move more and more to the background. He didn't know how he got into his room let alone his bed as the hours before he fell asleep felt like they were shattered into pieces. Small pieces and scenes that now came back to him in flashes that he would rather forget about. Many glasses of wine. Uncontrollable laughter. Bits of the message he left on V's voicemail. Him throwing up in front of Zen. Their fight that was so different compared to their usual banter. Some bits of all the nasty things he had said to his friend. And parts of the hurt that Zen's words had provoked inside of him in return.

With his elbows rested on his thighs Jumin let his head sink into his hands. "Let this be a dream...", he whispered painfully and just stayed in this position hoping that he would just wake up for real. "Please..." But all that happened was just his headache deciding to step to the frontline once again.

"Jumin...", he heard the silver-haird man suddenly mumble almost inaudibly which instantly caught his attention. "Zen...?", he replied but Zen was still fast asleep. Never had someone else saying his name provoked so many questions inside of him. But not just questions, feelings even. Feelings that were too difficult to understand for him in this very moment. Confusion. Worry. Curiosity. Warmth... Happiness. A strange mix of emotions that blended in with each other which just made them even more incomprehensible.

Still feeling a throbbing pain in his head Jumin got up from the bed, took a step closer to Zen and picked him up from the armchair princess-style with a slight grunt of strain. This caused the actor to moan a bit but he didn't even wake up when the heir carefully layed him on the sheets that he himself had been wrapped in just a few moments ago. "How peaceful he looks...", Jumin thought as he gently covered his friend with the blanket before heading to the master bathroom attached to his bedroom.

He kept his eyes closed for a moment to make sure they could adjust properly to the light in the room, but when he finally opened them, he wished he hadn't switched on the light in the first place. His face paler than usual, lusterless and reddend eyes, dark circles underneath them, messy hair, chapped lips... like a stranger staring back at him from the polished glass. The sight disgusted the heir, causing his fists to clench which, however, only added further pain and tension to his body and mind.

Jumin took a deep breath and turned on the water faucet. He exhaled. Inhaled again and then held his entire head underneath the cold running water. The coldness felt soothing and also pain relieving. How much needed this was. The reflection of his face didn't even disgust him as much anymore when he looked back up into the mirror. Strands of his hair, all wet, stuck to his face, covering his eyes a bit which led to small water droplets running down his face. He brushed his hair back and opened a cabinet next to the mirror to grab some painkillers. After dowing two pills with water directly drunk from the still open faucet Jumin reached for a towel and dried his face and hair.

Slowly feeling more like himself again Jumin sighed and began unbuttoning his shirt. This is when he noticed that his cufflinks were missing and so was his... belt? "Did I take them off... or...?" Just the thought of what "or" meant made his face flush a little. "But... isn't that absurd...? Why would he do that? Was he planning to undress me further?", he continued wondering and then shook his head to get rid of any of these strange thoughts about his missing cufflinks and belt.

The next moment he tossed both his shirt and his pants into a laundry basket and slipped into a pair of pyjama pants. And with the towel around his neck Jumin returned to the room and sat down on the empty side of his huge bed. Zen was sleeping soundly on his side with one of his hands holding onto the sheets while the other was lying right next to his marvellous face. Crawling under the blanket himself Jumin layed down on his side as well and propped himself up on his elbow while supporting his head with his hand to observe the man lying next to him.

It was almost unbelievable for Jumin that Zen was still around. That this prickly and overly dramatic man had stayed with him even after... He couldn't remember everything he had said to Zen , it was enough to know that he had been hurtful.

Jumin sighed. How come Zen hadn't left his side? Had he just misjudged the singer? Had he just wronged Zen by assuming that he would just be like anyone else who had disappointed him in the past? In this very moment Jumin started to both feel ashamed and and sorry. It would have been the easiest thing to just call a servant to take care of him or to just leave without caring what would happen to him all alone. It would have been so very easy to just drop him. And yet, Zen was still here. With him.

"Thank you...", Jumin whispers and reached for Zen's face to brush his silver strands to the side. And while feeling the texture of the other man's hair, Jumin began wondering why his hair was loose to begin with and realized that he had ever seen Zen with his hair down before. The silkiness of Zen's hair pleased the heir's skin when the feeling was suddenly excelled when his fingertips brushed the other's skin by accident.

Lingering in the moment and absolutely unwilling to end the touch, warmth rose in his cheeks and his heart skipped a beat. His fingers started to move slowly to caress the perfection that was Zen's alabaster skin. The actor always bragged about his own appearance and Jumin himself had called him narcissistic for it a couple of times already. However, Zen was right. To call him handsome would be an understatement for he wasn't just handsome. He was beautiful. Exceedingly beautiful. So much so that even "beautiful" didn't feel like the right word to describe him.

"Zen...", the heir whispered as his fingertips found their way onto Zen's lips. His warm breath tickled Jumin's skin a little which made him feel his own breath getting heavier by the second. "Why...?", he wondered to himself as his thumb gently rested on Zen's lower lip that felt so unbelievably soft. This was when the idol suddenly shifted slightly in his sleep with a quiet moan. Jumin startled a bit and pulled his hand away from the other's lips. His fingertips still in the air in front of the other's face trembled slightly. But not for too long since somehow the view in front of him almost magically relaxed him.

His own lips formed a slight but gentle smile before he got comfortable on the sheets as well with his head now resting on the pillow and his hand placed right next to Zen's almost touching it. And with the effect of the painkillers now setting in entirely, Jumin slowly drifted back to sleep since all the heaviness that had dragged him down when he had woken up, had now been replaced with utter relief.