Zen's POV

I am pulled from a deep slumber by the soft tones of classical music. The gentle melody is so soothing... I know if I keep my eyes closed, it would be so easy to simply drift back to sleep. Especially with this warmth enveloping me. I try to shift, but my arms are met with a firm resistance. The warmth squeezes me tighter, and I let out a soft groan of appreciation.

Suddenly, the classical music stops. Almost as quickly, it starts back up again.

My eyes flutter open. The first thing I see is monotone shades of gray. But as the world comes into focus, I make out the ritzy furniture of Jumin's condo. My gaze turns downwards, and there, right there, is Jumin. I jerk my head back, stiffening as reality dawns on me.

Panic races through me as I look down at our bodies, but our lower half is still covered by the sheet. Are we naked? But I shift my hips, and can feel the familiar pressure of my boxer's waistband. Unfortunately, I can also feel the familiar pressure of morning wood. And when I moved, I grazed against… some unknown part of Jumin… and it felt good.

Oh, shit.

My breathing is chaotic. I try to slide myself away, but one of my arms is stuck under Jumin's head, the other is secured against his chest, and one of his legs is wrapped around my waist holding me tight against him. It feels as if my entire body is in contact with Jumin's. I try to pull loose again, but Jumin just snuggles into me closer, his strength surprising me as I lay pinned against him. I force myself to ignore how infuriatingly arousing this is.

He lets out a grumbling breath. The hot air hits my neck and sends electricity straight to my cock.

Oooh, SHIT.

I attempt to wriggle free a few more times, but every effort only results in Jumin holding me tighter, and my cock rubbing achingly nicely against some part of him.

The classical music stops again, just to begin after a few seconds. Where is that coming from? I mentally snap as I make another attempt to pull away.

"Zen…"

My eyes shoot to Jumin's face in anger. Has this asshole been awake this whole time?!

But his eyes remain closed, expression gentle. His lips are relaxed and parted. I sigh, realizing he's hard asleep, and I'm trapped until I wake him.

Pursing my lips in indignation, I scan his face again, taking in how different he looks while he's asleep. Normally his mouth is set into a thin line, but relaxed like this, his lips look fuller. And while I thought his face usually looks emotionless, seeing it now tells me how much stress he usually carries around his eyes and brows. Stress about what, I don't know, but the difference in his sleep is clear.

Jumin is normally traditionally handsome - 'imposing with dignified elegance' as stated in one of the magazine articles about him. But like this, unaffected and vulnerable, Jumin looks… quite cute.

"Zen," he mumbles again. This time his lips quirk up into a momentary smile before returning to their relaxed pout.

Heat crawls up my cheeks as I realize he's dreaming about me.

His words from last night replay in my mind. 'There is so much I admire about you. Your hard work. Your honesty. Your stubbornness to do it all on your own, without an ounce of help. I love that you live with passion, despite the pressures of your family.'

Reconciling Jumin's kindness and sentimental words with the trust-fund jerk I always assumed him to be keeps giving me whiplash. When he said those things last night… I felt a pang in my chest. Butterflies fluttered around in my gut. I recognized what it was immediately, but that only pissed me off.

I should not be crushing on Jumin fucking Han!

I gaze across the pillow at Jumin's face and think back to my dream from the night before. The thought of us together doesn't seem so outlandish anymore.

My lips twitch as I stare down at Jumin's. His lips look so soft and plush. What would it feel like to kiss him? While most of my body is pinned, my fingers are free to dance along the bare skin of his chest. His skin is like silk, but the solid muscles beneath give no purchase to my fingertips as they trace up and down.

Jumin's lips part further as he softly groans out my name, making my cock pulse in response. Damn it. My teeth clench as I swallow hard, trying to force this growing feeling of desire back where it belongs.

The classical music stops abruptly again, but this time, it doesn't start back up. A few moments of silence pass, then the blaring rock song of my R.F.A. ringtone goes off.

Jumin's eyes shoot open. They almost immediately make contact with mine. I stay silent, my breaths coming in quick. Seconds tick by as Jumin stares at me with an intense ferocity. Finally, his gaze breaks away and flits slowly along our bodies, taking in the situation. When his eyes dart back to mine, I am quite sure my face is beet red.

"Interesting," he murmurs. I barely hear him over the music coming from my cell. His line of sight moves over my head, looking behind me. "Is that your alarm?"

"No. R.F.A. ringtone."

"Hmm. You'd better answer it. It could be Luciel with news of your stalker."

And with that, his leg and arms finally release me from my tortuously pleasant prison. The cool air that replaces his touch is a surprising disappointment. I can't seem to stop looking at him as he rolls over and picks up his watch.

"9:53 already?" He quickly rolls back and stares pointedly at me, lips parted in a curious pucker. "Very interesting." After a moment, his eyes dart behind me again. "Zen. Answer your phone."

"R-right." I get up and scramble over to my unused blanket bed, unplugging my phone from the charger. Jaehee's name is across the screen as I swipe to answer. "Hello?"

"Zen!" she practically screams through the phone. "You're okay! You are okay, aren't you?"

"Yes, yes, I'm fine."

"Ah," she sighs in relief, then continues in her usual businesslike tone. "Is Mr. Han with you?"

I glance over my shoulder and see Jumin standing at his bedside table adjusting his watch around his wrist. My eyes trail down to his boxer briefs, making the reluctant note that he has morning wood, too. I swallow hard, then answer, "Uh huh."

"Is he well? He's never been late for work before."

"He's…" I pause, unsure of how to answer. Thankfully, Jumin seems to pick up on my hesitance.

"Who is it?" he asks.

"Jaehee."

"Tell her to have Driver Kim meet me downstairs in ten minutes and that I'll call her from the car."

I relay the information to Jaehee, who responds with an exasperated thanks before excusing herself. Jumin walks off towards the bathroom, leaving me alone and holding my phone in a shaking hand.

Interesting? What does 'interesting' mean? My insides churn with mixed yearning and insecurity.

Better question, another part of my mind echoes, why do you care? Zen! Cut it out! This is Jumin we're talking about here! Trust-fund idiot! Pompous CEO-in-line! Emotionless robotic jerk!

I nod in forced agreement with myself. Indignation helps my morning wood recede, and I walk over to my suitcase and pull on a t-shirt.

When I turn back around, I see Jumin walking out of the bathroom, fully clothed and adjusting his cufflinks. He heads to the kitchen and opens one of the cupboards. Within a few seconds, he sets a plate down on the floor with food for Elizabeth. I hear a soft meow as she trots from her shrine- I mean guest- room. I rub my nose absentmindedly, but no reaction happens.

After giving Elly a gentle pat on her head, Jumin steps towards me, stopping a few feet away. "It seems as if we missed a lot of messages in the R.F.A. chatroom this morning. Please be sure to read through them and check for precautions from Luciel."

Rather than speaking, I simply nod my compliance.

"And Zen," he adds, "thank you. For last night." Jumin holds my gaze with a smooth smile. "You are truly generous to have gone against your own desires to give me that experience."

I tense up, my mental whiplash in full swing.

"You slept well, also, I hope?"

I turn my eyes to the ceiling, unable to look at him as I answer. "I mean," I give a noncommittal shrug, "yeah, I slept pretty good."

"Wonderful. Well," he continues, "I need to be heading into work. But I will make sure I am home by six tonight, so that we can enjoy dinner together."

I cross my arms in front of my chest as butterflies dance inside me. I try my best to control my tone when I respond. "Okay. I'll wait for you."

Jumin's lips part and I hear him take a sharp inhale. He rapidly steps towards me, and I stiffen as he gets within inches of me. My heart hammers in my chest. I watch intently as he raises a hand as if he's about to touch my cheek. But he freezes. His fingers clutch into a fist. A look of pained indecision twists up his features. Closing his eyes, he shakes his head slightly, then returns his fist to his side.

"I apologize. Excuse me."

As he moves away and walks towards the front door, I let out a long, tense breath.

His hand on the doorknob, Jumin pauses one more time before he leaves. "I hope you have a good day again today. Good luck practicing for your audition. I'd love to hear more about the part over dinner. I'm sure with your talent and hard work, you will get any role you desire."

A hot surge of crimson cascades over me as Jumin gives me a final, timid smile before slipping out the door. It feels as if the burning flush stretches from the top of my head all the way to the tips of my toes. I wouldn't be surprised if my hair has turned pink.

And I'm left rooted in place, staring at the closed mahogany door, hooked once again by Jumin's words.

"Meow~"

I collapse down on the floor and reach for Elizabeth. "Oh, Elly. What the hell is happening to me?"

Her sapphire eyes twinkle up at me as she purrs.

"Is Jumin always like this? I thought he was an asshole rich-kid, but he's been nothing but nice to me. And the things he says…" I throw my head back and bite at my lower lip. "I'm used to people fawning over me for my looks, but not for… for who I am."

Elizabeth rubs against me, continuing her contented purr. My hand maintains its rhythmic caress of her soft fur as I pull out my phone to check for messages. Immediately I notice the R.F.A. app has a red exclamation point notification.

"Ah, right. I need to check the chatroom…"

My eyes practically bug out at the number of messages I've missed. The most recent messages are almost all from Jaehee.

Jaehee has entered the chatroom

Jaehee: Mr. Han is still not answering his phone.

Jaehee: He's never been late for work. He's never even gone this long without assigning me more work!

Jaehee: I'm so worried. Should I contact the police?

Jaehee: What if Zen's stalker somehow got into Mr. Han's home and did something to both of them?

Jaehee: *cry emoji*

707 entered the chatroom

707: Have you tried calling Zen yet?

Jaehee: *shock emoji*

Jaehee: No! I will do that now!

Jaehee has left the chatroom

707: Maybe Zen and JuJu are

707: *eye twinkle emoji*

707: …

707: Don't kill me Zen!

Jaehee has entered the chatroom

Jaehee: I got a hold of Zen!

Jaehee: He says he is fine, and Mr. Han will be contacting me soon.

Jaehee: *sigh emoji*

Jaehee: So much worry for nothing

Jaehee: *glasses break emoji*

Jaehee: I should be going. Mr. Han should be calling soon and I'll need to reschedule meetings.

Jaehee: Thank you, Luciel, for your suggestion of calling Zen.

707: Yooooou're welcome!

707: *fist pump emoji*

Jaehee has left the chatroom

707 has left the chatroom

The messages stopped there, and I began to scroll back up through the rest, seeing what else I missed. Still, most of the messages were Jaehee freaking out. Poor girl. Even Yoosung had been worried, and had offered to stop by after his class to check on us. I quickly send him a private message letting him know we're okay and that he doesn't need to stop by. I also skim through Seven's chatroom ramblings, but see nothing new about my stalker situation. I really need to find out what's going on with that… Hmm. Maybe after breakfast I can call Seven.

I'm about to exit the app and get breakfast going when I see a notification for the chatroom again. Curious, I open it back up and read the new messages.

Jumin Han has entered the chatroom

Jumin: Thank you for your concern, but your worries were unfounded.

Jumin: I am quite well, actually. Last night was the best sleep I have ever had.

707 has entered the chatroom

707: it was, was it?

707: *eye twinkle emoji*

707: could it have been because of… ZEN?!

Jumin: Actually, yes. Zen was very generous with me last night. He shared my bed, despite his reservations. And it was truly a wonderful experience.

707: ….

707: ….

707: ….

707: ERROR_500_INTERNAL_SERVER_ERROR

I jump up from the floor and scream at my phone. "Ah! Jumin! What the fuck?!"

I hurry over to the nearby kitchen bar stool. I barely notice Elizabeth make a grumpy meow at me before she stalks off. Once sitting, I begin typing away.

Zen has entered the chatroom

Zen: JUMIN! WTF!

Zen: Stop making it sound like we slept together!

Jumin: Hello, Zen. Long time no see.

Jumin: *smirk emoji*

Zen: JUMIN!

Zen: *angry emoji*

Jumin: I'm not sure what you're upset about. We did sleep together.

707: *glasses brake emoji*

707: Jumin Han DOES gay?!

707: and Zen does too?

Zen: JUMIN!

Zen: Please explain to the nice redhead that all we did was SLEEP

Jumin: I've already stated I slept extremely well. I see no reason to mention it again.

Yoosung has entered the chatroom

Yoosung: Wow! So glad you're both okay!

Yoosung: But uh… did you guys really sleep together…?

Yoosung: *shock emoji*

707: I restarted and got my honey buddha chips - I'm ready for the show!~

Zen: Everybody stop it!

Zen: We ONLY slept!

Jumin: Assistant Kang is calling. I'll be going now.

Jumin has left the chatroom

Yoosung: I need to play some games to recover from this shock…

Yoosung: *depressed in the corner emoji*

Yoosung has left the chatroom

707: Boo~ I just got my movie snack!

Zen: You're all jerks... I'm leaving too

707: Nice job Secret Agent Zen! I admire your dedication to finding out the truth *\(^o^)/*

Zen has left the chatroom

My body shakes as I slam my phone down on the counter.

"Did I say he was nice? I take it back! He's an asshole! The biggest, least self-aware, rich, idiot, jerk on the planet!" I grumble angrily as I stare off at nothing in particular. "And he's got me so worked up, I'm sitting here fucking talking to myself. Jumin Han… I swear… There is NO WAY I'm ever falling for you."

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Jumin's POV

As I walk my usual route from the car, to the elevator, to my office, I can't help but smile. I slept amazing last night. I have never felt so refreshed and so spirited.

After all this time, I feel as if I have a sense of sympathy for my father. I have always blamed him, resented him, thought him a fool, for bringing woman after woman into his life, even though they are clearly only after his money. But if he gets to experience this? Someone to welcome him home. Someone to hold in the night and be there when you wake up. Someone to want to come home to at the end of the day. Someone to end this loneliness and bring light into your life. I… finally understand. And now that I have experienced it, I know I will need it in my life, just as my father seems to. But I won't have the issue of money grubbing women. No, I will avoid that disaster.

I make the turn past security, and spot the main receptionist. I don't think I've ever paid her much mind before.

"Good morning," I say as I go past, giving her a friendly smile.

Her eyes go wide as she quickly stands, banging her legs on the desk. She gives a deep bow. "G-g-g-good m-m-morning M-Mr. Han."

My smile turns into a grimace. Is this the quality of my staff? Perhaps we need to exercise an overhaul.

With a final turn, I pause at Assistant Kang's door, giving it two solid raps before entering.

"Mr. Han, sir." She stands elegantly and gives a small bow.

"Assistant Kang. I have a new job for you."

She gives me the same extra-wide smile she always gives me when I assign her something new. It is so inspiring to see someone who loves to take on new challenges the way she does.

"Sir? Is it perhaps a new cat product?"

"No, not this time," I answer, unable to contain the eagerness in my tone. "I need you to find me a wife."

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A/N: I may have gone off the deep end. This new direction came to me in a fit of genius/madness. *insert evil cackle* I'm excited to see where it goes. Hope you are too! :D