Zen's POV

I lean back, tilting my ass towards Jumin to allow him deeper inside. My body shivers, each shudder traveling down the back of my neck, through my shoulders, and into my core. The feeling of fullness is amazing. And each short rock of his hips cascades a tingling pleasure through me that is still new but quickly becoming addictive.

But I wanted this to be about Jumin. I wanted to dote on him and take care of him. I want to make him feel good.

I turn my fluttering eyes to his face, and find him already watching me. Embarrassment rises in me, but quickly fades into a fiery exhilaration. I want him to watch me. I want him to know how good it feels to have him inside me.

"Jumin…" I murmur his name, "lay back, baby."

He complies, and I readjust my legs, now straddling him in a way that's easier for me to move. His eyes move down to where we're connected, his hands tightly gripping my upper thighs. I bite my lip and grind into him. His eyes get heavy as a groaning sigh pours out of him. Then I lift up, letting him see his cock, then slide back down him slowly, so he can watch it reenter me.

I struggle to keep my own eyes open as sensations overwhelm me, the heat from his gaze and the sounds from his breaths pushing the limits of my focus. I want to make this about him. But… I go up again, this time slamming myself down harder on him, which only serves to send an electric shock through my center, a moan through my lips, and a bead of cum through my cock. I feel dizzy with pleasure.

"Does it feel good?" he pants.

I blink and try to nod my head. "Yes… so fucking good." This time, as I come down, he comes up, slamming the two of us together with exquisite force. "Ahh!" I moan. We come together again and again, each time making me pulse and drip. "D-do you… feel good?" I barely manage to ask through thrusts.

"Yes," he answers, his voice low and raspy. "And my view is excellent."

I peer at him through watery eyes as that wave of shyness turns into excitement again. I bite my lower lip, letting it roll beneath my teeth, but Jumin slams into me extra hard, making my mouth pop open as a loud moan tears out.

"F-fuck!" I say in a shaky cry.

Jumin's thrusts start coming faster - faster than a pace I can keep up with while my legs go numb from this constant stimulation. His nails dig into the skin at my hips as he guides my body up and down in time with his movements. The pain somehow feels good, and yet as I feel myself edging and near ready to burst, I realize I don't want it to be like this. I want romance. I want him to feel the love and appreciation I have for what he did today.

With trembling hands, I reach down and grab his wrists, prying his grip from my thighs. His pacing slows, but doesn't stop, and so I grind myself onto him as I relocate his lost and disoriented fingers. I move his right hand to my chest over my heart. His left I pull up to my cheek, where I lean my face into it, nuzzling into his palm and giving it a sensual kiss.

His gaze softens, though like his hands moments ago, something in his eyes seems lost. Maybe confused? So I lace my left hand through his right, holding it tighter to my beating heart. My eyes hold contact with his, deep and penetrating and full of my feelings for this man. His thumb brushes my cheek back and forth as I slowly ride him, and I love the tenderness of it.

I nuzzle further into his palm, murmuring his name, over and over. "Jumin… Jumin… Jumin…"

His face scrunches up, a slight grimace pulling at the corner of his mouth. "I can't hold it in… I'm about to cum."

I smile. That means he liked it, right? I pick up the pace of my hips, reveling in the way his face gets tighter as I do.

"Cum with me," he demands, his hand suddenly slipping from my chest to my cock.

My whole body convulses as his thumb rubs my tip, sliding around easily in the beads of slick precum that have built up and rolled down my length. I groan, and Jumin begins thrusting into me again, fast and deep as his hand roams my cock. He grunts, his hand on my cheek squeezing tighter in the most delicate way.

And it's like this we cum. Him first, but only slightly sooner, as the pulse and stiffness of his pleasure lead to my own spilling out and into his hand.

I fall down onto his chest. Our breathing is ragged as we lay. Finally, as our panting steadies, I push back up so I can slide off of him. I grab the sheet and wipe up, then Jumin does the same, and we toss the soiled bedding to the floor. Once somewhat clean, I flop back on the bed with a relaxed sigh.

Laying side by side, I turn my head to look at Jumin with a smile. But I'm crestfallen to see a strained expression on his face.

"Jumin," I prod, rolling to my side and wrapping my arm over his chest, "what's wrong?"

He hesitates, not looking at me. "You're not mad."

I sputter out a nervous chuckle. "Do you want me to be mad?"

"Of course not," he says with a sharp glance my way. But he sighs and turns his gaze back to the ceiling. "It is simply a matter of me not understanding. It's frustrating."

"Ah… No, that's fair." I prop up on my elbow so I can see his face better. "We didn't talk about any of this." I slide my hand up his chest to his bangs, gently brushing the sweaty locks up and out of his face. "Jumin… I'm sorry."

His eyes suddenly jump to meet mine. "You're… sorry?"

I continue to stroke my fingers lightly through his hair as I respond. "Yeah. I assumed we both would want to keep this hidden. That there was no rush to making a decision about these things. But that was me being an idiot. I should have told you my feelings… and asked you how you felt about it."

His eyes narrow slightly, roaming around my face. "Is it because we're both men?"

My lips tense. That is part of it, but to be honest, it's not my biggest consideration. It's my work. My reputation. The chance that the types of roles I'll be offered may change once everyone knows. Possibly none at all… possibly roles I never earned. But how do I explain that to him? Will that hurt his feelings? Shit… even if it does… I should really be honest with him…

"Yes," I say tentatively, "but it's also more than that."

"Tell me."

I heave out an exaggerated exhale and lay back on the mattress again, eyes unfocused as I stare at the white ceiling. "Jumin… You know who you are. What if… what if someone gets it in their head that I'm the way to get on your goodside?" I turn towards him, but as I stare at his questioning and concerned face, so cute and unsure, weariness fills me. I don't want to say this to him, but I have to. "Ugh…!" I grumble, sitting up and leaning hunched forward, fiddling with my nails as I stare at my lap. "Look," I snap, my voice coming out harsher than I intend, "my biggest worry is that I'll get a role, the role of lifetime, and it'll all be because of you. Because someone is doing you a favor. I don't want to second guess whether I got an offer because of my talent or your name."

"Ha…" I hear him huff and I look over my shoulder, seeing that he has crossed his arms over his chest, and yet he looks… pleased? "How unfortunate. I'm not sure that's a problem I can solve."

"I'm not asking you to," I say, laying back down with him and taking his hand in mine. I bring them to my lips, and kiss his knuckles. "But I am hoping you'll wait for me. Let me make a name for myself. I've already been getting offers for bigger and bigger roles, and if I manage to sink this Monster of the Opera lead, I'll be…" I trail off, knowing that the chances of me getting this role are slim. I barely even got approved for the audition.

"Hmm," he smirks. "If that's it, I won't worry then. I'm sure you'll get the lead, and I'm sure you'll get many more lead roles soon after."

I can't stop my eyes from rolling. "I appreciate the bode of confidence, Jumin, but I don't think you understand how competitive this role is. Plus, I don't match the traditional monster character at all. You know this."

"I stand by what I said." His lips quirk up higher in a handsome, cocky smile. "Don't forget… Your rendition brought me to my knees."

I feel my cheeks heat, remembering back to that moment. With everything else that happened that day… I had honestly forgotten about that. "It wasn't that good… You're biased."

"It was that good. You're that good," he emphasizes, reaching up to stroke the lines of my neck. "You're amazing, Zen."

I swallow hard, tensing my legs as I try to keep myself from getting hard again. Shit, I'm too fucking easy.

"You're amazing, too, Jumin," I murmur softly. "I want you to know it's not because I'm embarrassed of you or anything. One day… I will stand up and proudly call you my…" I hesitate, unsure of what label to use. What are we? Certainly lovers fits, as we lay here in bed together naked. But we are also so much more. Are we… boyfriends? Even if we can never go on dates?

"Your what?" he smiles. "Your sugar daddy?"

My face falls into flat anger at his words, even though I know he's teasing me. He laughs, the soft rumble shaking me as well as we lay so close on the bed, though I barely notice. I'm currently mesmerized by his smile. I can feel the irritation fade from my expression as a wistful one takes its place. It's so rare that this man smiles so casually like this, but it is so striking when he does.

My heart throbs, wishing we could be two normal people, able to be together without the worries of public opinion. If that were the case, who would we be to each other right now?

"My boyfriend," I say, finalizing my decision.

"Boyfriend…" His words are quiet as he grins, his fingers moving tenderly across my collarbone.

"Is that okay?"

"Yes," he answers softly, his lips returning to their usual straight line. "And to make things clear," he continues, smoothing his palm over my chest, "I'll keep our relationship a secret until you're ready. I hope that it will be soon…" His thumb rubs over my hard nipple, making my efforts of self control more arduous. "...But take your time. Live your life passionately. Freely. Do this job which brings you joy and brings joy to others. I'll support you… from afar."

"Jumin," I mumble. My eyes begin to water. "Fuck, you're wonderful, you know that?" I lean into him, cupping his face in my hands, and press my lips to his.

He returns my kiss, his arms wrapping around my waist and pulling me close. His mouth breaks away, and in a low tenor he rumbles, "But when you're here… you're mine."

A shiver runs through me at his words. We just had sex minutes ago, and yet I can feel the lust building quickly inside me again. But we can't go again… We're out of lube, and it feels dangerous to go without. Maybe we can just use our hands or our mouths this time…

My blood is pulsing as I answer his demand. "Yes… yours."

"Good." He gently nips at my lower lip, then levels me with a playful stare. "Then be a good boy and go open those boxes you brought in."

I go rigid as my face falls from eager to annoyed-as-hell in point five seconds. "...Are you fucking serious?"

"Very," he grins. "Go on," he encourages, giving my ass a little slap.

"Are you fucking serious?!" I yell the words this time, pushing myself up and off the bed, all sense of arousal gone. "What am I? Your errand boy?"

"Sexiest errand boy I've ever seen," he says with a smirk and tilt of his head.

I purse my lips, already feeling my anger waver under his compliment. I'm too fucking easy, goddammit… "Fine!" I say, waving my hand in the air as I spin and stalk over to the boxes by the front door. With continued eye rolls, I lift the boxes and carry them to the kitchen counter. Sliding a knife from the set above the stove, I pause to glare at Jumin.

He's sitting at the edge of the bed now, that smug grin of his still plastered all over his stupid face. "Go ahead," he urges.

Gritting my teeth, I turn my attention back to the boxes and slice through the tape of the top one. Opening it up, I see a lot of bubble wrap. When I peel that away, it appears to be boxes of medication inside. I raise a confused eyebrow and call out to Jumin, "This looks like meds."

"Ah, your shots. It's more doses. I didn't realize that would arrive today." He pauses, then adds, "Continue. Next box."

More doses of my shots? Well, I guess I have been here longer than we originally thought, I consider as I begin to open the next box. That was really nice of him to make sure I have-

My thoughts stop short when I see the contents of the second box. "You have got to be fucking kidding me…"

"I told you we'd go until you were satisfied," his smug voice calls from across the room. "Now grab a bottle and hurry over here."

I blush as I stare at the contents - an entire box filled to the brim with lube and condoms. "How much sex do you think we'll be having…?" I mumble under my breath as my hands tighten on the counter.

"What was that?"

"I said, how much sex do you think we'll be having?!" I yell, pulling bottle after bottle of lube out, as if the box is endless. "I mean, fucking hell Jumin…"

"Come now, Zen… I was only planning ahead," he murmurs, his voice suddenly closer this time. I whirl my head around to see him stepping up behind me, arms out. As he slides his hands around my waist and hugs me from behind, he murmurs softly, "Certainly I do not plan for us to use it all tonight. But I wanted to be sure we had enough. Both to satisfy you…" His hand slides down to grip my bare cock, then makes its way back to my ass as he adds, "and to keep you safe. Should the desire arise, of course."

I melt into him, leaning into his touch desperately, as if I didn't just have his hands on me and his dick inside me minutes ago. Shit… I'm really, really too easy, I mentally scold myself.

"Is the desire arising…?" he whispers against my ear with a nibble. "I would love to make you feel good again," he hums. "What do you say, my darling? Will you let your boyfriend make love to you a little longer?"

His words wrap around my heart and flood my chest with warmth. Boyfriend… Make love… It's so incredibly intimate. I've been in relationships before, but nothing about this is familiar. Is it because I'm with a man? Or is it simply because it's Jumin? Simply because I have someone supporting me, understanding me, accepting me, and raising me up every day that we're together…? No, there's nothing simple about that. That's rare. That's beautiful. This… this is something precious. Something I don't want to lose.

"Yes, babe," I answer, pressing my ass back into him. "Make love to me again."

Jaehee's POV

With a sigh, I unlock my apartment door and step inside. Tossing my faux glasses on the entry table with my keys, I head to my closet to change my clothes. As I pull a baggy shirt over my head, my eyes linger on the Jalapeno Topping poster of Zen hanging on the wall.

"Oh, Zen… what is Mr. Han dragging you into…?" I mumble.

Based on Zen's behavior from the moment he entered the car today, something is going on between him and Mr. Han. But what? The press conference should have cleared up much of the rumors and scandal talk for the both of them, but Mr. Han's behavior towards the end was so unlike him. Other than when he snapped at me the other day about finding bad wife matches, that was the most impassioned I've ever seen him.

I know I told Zen I didn't want to be involved in their secret, but perhaps knowing would be better. Then I could intervene if need be. I swear… men this age should not need this level of daily interference, I think as my mind runs through the constant nonsense I have to deal with from Mr. Han. But alas… money.

I let out a long sigh and head to the kitchen. Making myself a cup of coffee and a small snack, I settle in to rewatch one of Zen's theater recordings. Oh well. There's no way I'm going to waste what little free time I have worrying about what Mr. Han is up to.

Ping!

I cringe, hoping upon hope that it is not a message from Mr. Han. And when I pull out my phone, I see a private message from Yoosung. Relief diffuses my worries, and I open the R.F.A. app.

Yoosung: Jaehee, can you come to the chatroom please? I have questions about the press conference, and Jumin and Zen aren't logging on.

Another long sigh pours out of me as I set down my coffee and pause my show. "So much for a moment of peace."

Jaehee has entered the chatroom

Jaehee: I'm here.

707: So responsible! Coming as soon as you're called!~

Jaehee: …Goodbye.

Yoosung: No jaehee waaaait!

Yoosung: Seven please be nice

Yoosung: *cry emoji*

707: I'm always nice

707: *eye twinkle emoji*

Jaehee: You said you had questions?

Yoosung: Yesss!

Yoosung: What is this about possibly having another RFA party?

Yoosung: Without Rika… I don't know if it'll work…

Yoosung: I want to honor her memory but

Yoosung: *cry emoji*

Jaehee: I understand, but we have not made any decisions yet. Mr. Han already said during the press conference that he intends to discuss it with all members of the RFA first.

707: Booooo Yoosung your question is boring….

707: *bored pout emoji*

Jaehee: Then why are you here, Luciel?

707: Of course I'm here! The readers missed me!

707: Can't have a Mystic Messenger fanfiction without God Seven

707: *heart eyes emoji*

Jaehee: …what? You're speaking nonsense again.

707: plus

707: I have a question about the press conference too

Yoosung: Seven, I'm trying to talk about something important here!

Yoosung: *cry emoji*

707: this IS important

707: VERY important

707: IT COULD CHANGE THE WORLD

Yoosung: it could?! what is it?!/?

707: okay…. here's my question…

I stare at my phone with narrowed eyes, waiting for Luciel to ask something ridiculous.

707: are Jumin and Zen okay?

My eyebrows raise in surprise. That's… such a normal, considerate thing to ask. I snuggle into the couch, relaxing as I take another sip of coffee.

Jaehee: Yes, they are both doing fine. They were dropped off safely back at Mr. Han's building after the conference.

Yoosung: Seven… how does that change the world…

707: did they maybe… say or do anything ODD while you were with them?

707: *question mark emoji*

Jaehee: Odd? Well, now that you mention it

Jaehee: Zen said they had some kind of secret

Jaehee: and Mr. Han complimented Zen, calling him 'perfect'

Jaehee: and I'm sure you saw how emotional Mr. Han got towards the end of the conference… It was very unlike him.

Jaehee: I can't say I'm entirely unconcerned about what those two are up to.

707: he

707: hehe

707: heheheheheehehehehehehehee

707: *excited emoji*

707: *eye twinkle emoji*

Yoosung: I feel like I'm missing something here

Yoosung: *dopey sigh emoji*

Jaehee: Me as well. Though I'm not sure I want to know.

707: seriously?!

707: don't you know what this MEANS?!

Jaehee: *question mark emoji*

A photo from Luciel comes through next. It's doctored - just basic photoshopping that is easily obvious at first glance - but it shows Mr. Han and Zen together, shirtless, in a romantic embrace, very close to kissing. I find myself sighing, AGAIN, and roll my eyes.

Jaehee: Those are just rumors, Luciel. You know this.

707: I know that this is as real as the delicious taste of Honey Buddha chips dipped in PhD Pepper

707: *heart eyes emoji*

Yoosung: idk seven… seems sus. there's no proof.

Jaehee: Correct. Your evidence is circumstantial at best.

Jaehee: If this were a criminal case, you would not even have enough evidence for an arrest.

707: Challenge accepted

707: *eye twinkle emoji*

707 has left the chatroom

Jaehee: *sigh emoji*

Yoosung: could you imagine if those two got together?

Jaehee: I don't want to even entertain the idea.

Yoosung: i don't know… they say opposites attract, and hate can quickly turn to love!

Jaehee: ….

Yoosung: you don't think so?

Jaehee: Of course not.

Jaehee: Well, if that's all, I think I'll be going.

Jaehee: We can discuss the option of the RFA party later. There is really no rush, as the charity is not even established yet.

Yoosung: Okay…

Yoosung: Bye Jaehee

Jaehee: Goodbye.

I log out of the app and stare blankly at my wall of Zen paraphernalia. There is no way. It's just absurd. But I begin to think back to how they were acting today with fresh eyes… No, no. Not possible. Then how they acted yesterday when I stopped by… I mean, I could understand Mr. Han falling for Zen, but not the other way around. The look on Zen's face when Mr. Han called him 'perfect' today. How he shushed Mr. Han in the car, with a hand over his mouth so casually, when Mr. Han was about to say… boy… My eyes widen. Boyfriend?!

"No," I murmur. "It… it can't be… Zen would never. Not with… Mr. Han of all people. Right? He hates him. He…" And again the events of today flash through my mind, this time at high speed, as I try to remember every detail of their interactions.

No. Not Zen and my boss. Anything but that. ANYTHING but that.

My hand tightens around my coffee mug. "I need to speak with Zen."

A/N: Sorry for the delay and if this chapter seems a little disjointed! I have had a CRAZY couple of weeks with both of my parents having health issues and two of my friends having major life drama going on as well that I've been trying to help everyone with. I'm hoping things will settle down soon, but chapters may be slower for a while, depending on how much down time I get.