Zen

There is silence. All sounds are wholly muffled. I look around and realize I'm on a bed. Naked. I see Jumin lying next to me. Also naked. I have a vague sense this should make me feel uncomfortable, but the only emotions thrumming through me are bliss and eagerness. Jumin smiles a surprisingly tender smile and wraps his arms around me. His face is flushed, his mouth parted as he breathes huskily. His lips move, saying something, but I don't hear it. I swear it looks like "I love you."

I run my hand along his chest, the desire to touch him burning within me. I take his firm length in hand and stroke. His eyes roll, encouraging me. Our lips touch. Soft and teasing. His arms tighten around me and his hands rake through my long silver hair.

Jumin suddenly rolls me over onto my back, climbing between my open thighs. His abdomen is defined with tight muscles. His firm chest leads up to broad shoulders. His skin looks smooth and creamy, making me wish I could lick every inch. I never imagined his body would be so nice and…appealing.

His touch between my legs snaps me out of my daze. Light, teasing strokes makes me bite my lip and my chest rumble with need. From the underside of my shaft, down my tensing scrotum, all the way to the entrance I am eager for him to claim. Then I feel a finger slide in, curling lightly against my sweet spot. Another finger. I let out a silent moan.

Jumin retreats, leaving me hanging, but not for long. The coolness of wet lube signals his return. My gaze turns to his face as he lines himself up at my entrance. Jumin's hair is mussed. His face is flushed and lips parted with panting breaths. I feel him start to push in. I wince slightly as short sharp pains pull me apart, but it's smoother than I thought it would be. He gradually moves deeper within me. The slow and steady push to be inside me is accompanied by an adoring gaze. I can't look away as he stares me down, eyes penetrating me as wholly as his cock. When he begins to slowly move in and out, he grabs my hand and brings my palm to his lips. "Beautiful," I think he says this time, and my chest swells with warmth.

He begins to pump into me faster. It feels good. He kisses my hand again. I feel good. He reaches down to stroke my shaft. Really good. I'm actually enjoying this. I'm loving everything about this. I love everything about him. I… love Jumin Han?

"Zen?" Jumin's questioning voice fills my ears. The first sound I have heard all morning, I realize.

The pleasure of Jumin moving inside me begins to fade.

"Zen!" his voice is a shout this time.

I jolt up in bed, gasping, looking throughout the room. Everything is shades of gray. Everything is clean and extravagant looking. There is a ceiling high fish tank behind me, and Jumin Han is sitting in a nearby chair with an open book, still in his usual three piece suit. Not naked. Not… inside me.

"Sorry to wake you, but you were making a lot of odd noises in your sleep," Jumin says casually.

I shudder and flash a mortified expression in his direction. "I was what? But…but it was just a dream then?"

I look at my hands, shaking. It felt so real. It felt so very, very real. It felt like…like one of my prophetic dreams. I glance at Jumin. His expression is curious.

"What was your dream about?" he asks.

"Nothing!" I reply too loudly.

He closes his book and leans forward, pressing his hand into the bed. Suddenly I realize I'm in his bed – the bed from my dream. I want to throw the covers off and move away from here, but I am acutely aware of my swollen member pushing hard against my pants. Shit, shit, shit! Why do I have a boner?! From a dream about…. about… sex with Jumin!? Outwardly I sit as still and quiet as possible, contemplating my options. But internally, I'm screaming.

"Hey… Jumin?" An idea springs to mind. "Can I use your shower?"

"Of course," he replies. "Just down that hallway."

I go to climb out of the bed, but I feel Jumin's eyes fixed on me. I slowly crane my head around to look at him. His eyes meet mine with calm curiosity.

"Can you just… not?" I grumble at him.

His lips twitch faintly into a frown before he stands. "I'll let you have your privacy, then." I watch him walk towards the kitchen.

As soon as he is out of eyeshot I jump up and run down the hallway. I find the bathroom and slam the door behind me, locking it. I take a moment to catch my breath - I feel as if I have been holding it since I woke up - and my muscles finally relax. I unfasten my pants and drop them, breathing out a huge sigh of relief as I spring free. Oh… that feels better. Shaking my head, I step out of my pants and look around the…? Is this really a bathroom?! The extravagance of it was absurd. My whole apartment could fit in this one room! I mentally cry. Stupid trust-fund jerk.

I sigh, walking over to the sink and splashing cool water on my face. Looking in the mirror, I see my cheeks are still flushed. Tsk! I look too cute all worked up like this. I brace myself on the sink, taking a moment to collect my thoughts. I glance down at my still raging boner. I try to think of things to make it go down, but my mind keeps returning to Jumin. To that dream. To that… glimpse into the future? I know that wasn't one of my psychic dreams, I muse through gritted teeth, but it sure felt like one. I turn my head up to the ceiling and close my eyes. It wasn't. There's no way. Jumin saying 'I love you' feels impossible. Not just to me, but to anyone, I think with a derisive sneer. But then my thoughts flash to the very real look he gave me last night. And the very real words that escaped his lips. "You… you really are quite stunning."

I turn off the sink and sigh. Rubbing my face in my hands, I look at myself in the mirror again. I may look stunning, but I feel sweaty and gross. I really need that shower. I strip off my clothes, kicking them to the side, and pull out my ponytail.

The glass door of the shower is covered in a thick, elegant, patterned frost, making it impossible to see inside. But once I open it, I'm in for another shock. It's huge. You could easily fit a family of four in here. My eyes dart over the ornate marble tiles and fancy glass shelves with various bathing products. There are multiple shower heads, all of which sport multiple settings. I reach in and turn on the largest valve to start the water flowing. To my surprise, it's instantly hot. No waiting for it to warm up. I grimace with bitterness as I step in the glory that is trust-fund-jerk's shower. As the hot water pounds down my back, I close my eyes and force myself to take slow, calming breaths.

"I need to just forget about it. It wasn't real. It was just a dream." I repeat the mumbled words over and over again until I start to believe them. And you only have to stay here for a little while, I remind myself. Until Jumin's security catches the stalker.

I wash my hair first. Then my body. As I clean my cock, it feels good. I'm still sensitive from the arousal of my dream. I want to relieve myself, but as I start to stroke myself, the only image I can conjure up is that of Jumin.

"Graah… dammit!" I growl, pounding my fist against the shower wall. "There is no way I'm rubbing one out to that jerk."

In a fit up bratty impulsivity, I turn the water from hot to cold. It hits my heated skin, biting me like ice.

"Ah, ah, ah, owww!" I cry out.

But the cold shower accomplishes my goal, and my arousal finally recedes.

I sigh in relief. Despite the cold-induced limpness, the rest of my body still feels tense. I lean against the shower wall, my heart pounding in my chest. Don't even think about it, Zen. It wasn't real. It was just a weird, stupid dream. Just go out there and act like everything is normal. I close my eyes and turn my head directly under the water, letting the chill run down my face. With a sigh, I turn the shower off.

"Everything okay, Zen?" I hear Jumin's composed voice way too close, making me jump.

"How the hell did you get in here?!" I shout. We can't see each other through the frosted glass of the shower door, but I scramble to cover myself anyway. "I locked the door for a reason, you asshole!"

"There's another door on the other side," he murmurs, as if what he was saying was inconsequential. "I heard you bang and yell out in pain. I came to see what was wrong."

"Nothing's wrong! GET. OUT."

"If you insist," he grumbles, clearly dissatisfied. "You know, I only came to check on you. I was worried, what with your passing out last night."

"OUT!"

I finally hear the door click shut and relax enough to release my clenched fist. My body is shaking from yelling. I try to steady my breathing. Shit. I forgot about passing out. I guess he must have moved me to his bed, since that's where I woke up. I rub the back of my neck, working out the stress knots. I can't believe I slept in Jumin's bed last night. The image of Jumin laying next to me in bed mouthing "I love you" with his sexy, flushed face pops to mind again.

I groan and turn the shower back on me, icy cold. How the fuck am I going to survive this?