A new day, a new dawn and a new chance to get something done. The initial shock's worn off somewhat, he's in debt, okay. If he were living on the precipice or this was back in college when his debt consisted of ramen noodles and hope he has enough money to buy ramen noodles, things would be different. But he has a roof over his head, food in his stomach and enough money to pay it back, this isn't the end and this isn't a game over. Just one more thing to deal with in life, there are some far worse with far less chance of getting over it.

First, dunk water on his head, muse his hair and ensure his fans he's okay with a 'just woke up' shirtless bathroom selfie, in a towel slightly below the hip line, for reasons. Mainly cute girls on the internet cooing over him reasons; he's okay but a little self esteem boost never hurt. They have next to no idea what's going on, he's made sure of that because he doesn't want to panic anyone.

After scanning the instant replies and 'love you's, its time to head out and get life back in order. He gets into the shower and there's something wondrous about steam that carries worries away and brings a smile to his face. It's always nice to enjoy the simpler things. This problem is simple, his two weeks will go uninterrupted, he will be fine. He leans back against the side of the shower, rubs circles down his own chest, it's been a while since he's last gotten any time 'alone' with himself.

He slips his hand further down, blows out a breath of air. The hot water helps, the steam is clearing his senses, the stress of the past few days is melting. He strokes himself slowly, breathing out a drawn out note with breathy sighs. Closing his eyes to cute curves, welcoming, wandering, curious hands, soft lips and long, floaty blonde hair. The sound of someone shouting his name, not like a plea but a searching voice.

But it's too masculine - No, a man is physically calling his show name outside his home.

He pulls on some boxers and tumbles out of the bathroom to look out the window, powers help him. Jumin is standing on the curb with a juice box in his hand, like some lost child shouting 'Zen' at the top of his lungs with random passerby giving him a half glance then murmuring amongst themselves. Jaehee cannot physically look more embarrassed or awkwardly out of place. Is he this stupid or is he now dedicating his life to being a crazed thorn in his side over some stupid debt?

Goodness help them all if someone recognizes him, Zen shrugs on an open chest shirt and storms outside. Jumin's face brightens, "Zen, so I got the place right, ah- thank you Jaehee, you were so helpful!"

That stings to hear; Jaehee promised not to tell him and for a while he thought he had a friend in a high place. She flashes a repentant smile that she hides with a hand clamped over her mouth; no doubt that Jumin held her feet to the fire for the information.

Zen tiskes, grabs Jumin by the arm and leads him inside. At least the man is dressed casual and the few people around weren't snapping pictures; fans are nice and all, but he doesn't want his current residence being broadcast to the whole world, especially not with the tacked on asterisk of 'Jumin Han screaming his name for the world to hear'

Jumin shakes free and stumbles into the living room, "Ah, so this is where you live. Kind of...homely, but it's nice." He flops down on the black leather couch and crosses his legs. Homely or not Jumin has no problem acting as if he owns the place but then again given the debt, he might.

"Mind explaining why I woke up at eight in the morning to you shouting my stage name for the world to hear?" Zen leans against the hallway back towards the exit, with any luck he'll be watching Jumin walk right back out of it for good by the end of the hour.

"You stopped talking to me on the phone and I had to get in contact with you some kind of way." Jumin shrugs, but avoids his eyes with some level of shame settling on his face.

At least knows he's somewhat in the wrong. "Couldn't have knocked on my door like a normal person, since you managed to get my address?"

"You wouldn't have answered, much less given me express permission to come into your home." Jumin neatly folds his hands in his lap with a pleasant smile; he'll give the obnoxious rich kid this much, he's right. It was a shitty way to get the job done but it worked.

"Well, you're going to have to wait, if you'd like I could call another debt company with you and we can work something out that way. My ass isn't a bank."

Jumin seems vaguely perplexed at the last statement, "I...don't follow? Is this a joke or something?"

Zen rolls his eyes. "You said you wanted to be my sugar daddy and told me to meet you at a hotel. I'm telling you no, I'd much rather borrow money from somewhere else and give that to you and deal with literally anyone else as my debtor."

Jumin sets his juice carton on the living room table and presses his hands together before covering his face with his palms and giving a full body sigh. "I, honestly don't even know what to say about that one, I'm sorry." Jumin's voice sounds repentant, as if he's shown actual emotion and feels embarrassed but his smile tells a different, more self indulgent story.

"I was joking, I didn't think you were taking me seriously." Jumin chuckles, scratching the side of his head and looking away.

In any other situation, that would give momentary relief but the thought that Jumin finds this funny, the thought of him laughing sexual enslavement using debt as a joke burns something in the pit of Zen's stomach. He's pretty sure he's lost as small but important part of his basic humanity having to think about it.

"Of course I'd take you seriously, you're telling me I owe you an absurd amount of money."

"An absurd amount of money to you, at the time I didn't really register how serious I sounded." Jumin mumbles and then bites his own thumb. "My bad."

The concept of him being so rich he doesn't know how to talk normally with people has been a long running gag in the chat room for a while, but to think it's true is, amongst other things, irritating as hell. On the other hand, it's so borderline pathetic that Zen can hardly manage speaking to him.

"But see, this is why I need you!" Jumin smiles, "I'm spending too much time working and all and I need to sort of reconnect with people and work is becoming more obnoxious recently."

"You don't want a whore, you want a friend." Zen touches his heart and balks in faux reaction. "How sweet, that sounds great - peachy even, we could go to the movies, play video games, you start a trust fall and I could walk away."

Jumin's eyes glaze over the rest of the home; he doesn't want a whore, he wants a place to hide from his responsibilities like a child. "I was serious, I want someone I can sit around and drink with, that's all. Or at least a place to relax and escape from work from."

"I don't see why I should put aside your need to work when you can't put aside my debt."

"That's exactly why I'm here." Jumin smiles, "Two months, three times a week, I'll come in and steal your couch, that's all." Zen can't help how his expression sours, Jumin smile widens to something almost pleading, "Three times a week, its fifty thousand dollars-"

"You say, as if you know how much that is."

It's a damn good deal, perhaps Jumin got something worthwhile mooching off his father's business acumen. Twenty-four days over two months, he's out of debt no worse for the wear. Not many people get a chance to eliminate a high debt that quickly, plus Jumin Han being out of his life in any major way forever after those days are up and that's a steal.

"You're invasive and abhorrent, I hope you realize that." Zen groans, he doesn't want to yield to Jumin's demands but the deal is too good to pass up.

Jumin taps his finger against his lips and his eyes flash across his body - Zen covers his chest with his arms. Performer or not, he isn't interested in being oogled.

"Please, don't do that," Jumin rolls his eyes and waves his hand in dismissal. "I'm not the one who answered the door with a boner dressed in nothing but boxers and a jacket, pervert." He motions downward - Zen covers himself on instinct but his erection is long gone. It only hits him now how nude he is; no wonder the two of them weren't looking his way.

"But, I'll kindly take my leave now, don't worry. I'll call you and let you know when I'm coming over so we can avoid incidents with little Zen there." He rises with a raunchy eyebrow raise; moments like these are going to haunt his night mares for the rest of his life.

"Bye Zen-" Jumin ducks down until he's at waist height, "Bye microscopic Zen!"

"Hurry up and go!" Zen shouts, face reddening and Jumin all but skips out the door. What did he just get himself into?