DEAD END『ULTRMRi』

『 one 』

_miscommunication, 6:47pm_

707 was sitting at the kitchen counter, drumming his fingers on the marble. He was about to get up, but clacking footsteps of expensive shoes caught his attention and he relaxed... until he saw the sharp, cold eyes of the one and only Jumin Han.

Jumin raised an eyebrow at Seven and asked, "Are you sick...?" He shook his head as he pulled out a chair and sat next to Seven, reaching for the wine bottle at the other end of the counter. "You're red in the face. Maybe you should lay down..."

Seven made a small noise as he felt his cheeks heat up. He stood and wobbled awkwardly, but he tried his best not to look stupid.

"Are you drunk?"

God, he wish he was drunk. Maybe then he wouldn't be acting so idiotic. "No..." he denied, telling the truth.

"Ah. Okay." Jumin poured some wine into a glass. "Strange boy."

Seven sat down again and chewed on his lip, lost in thought. Jumin's eyes drift over to him and he tries not to notice, but it was hard to act like he didn't see when Jumin's dark, intense eyes were staring at him.

A shiver runs through Seven and he shudders. His eyes slowly look around the empty house. It was just him and Jumin.

The dark-haired man raised an eyebrow and set down his glass with a clink. He watches as Seven chews on his lip until it starts to bleed. "You're bleeding," Jumin informed Seven.

"I am?" Seven asked numbly, and then touched his lips. A soft oh left his mouth.

"Yes," Jumin sighed. He took Seven's jaw in his hand to examine the other's bleeding lips. "It looks like you broke through two layers..."

"J-Jumin..." Seven murmured out of nowhere.

"Hm?"

Seven paused, and then said, "Nothing."

"Alright then," Jumin nodded. "Try not to bite your lip anymore." He picked up his glass and took another sip of wine.

Seven licks his lips, tasting the iron-like liquid on his tongue.

"Idiot..." he heard Jumin mutter. Seven wanted to smile, but he didn't know if Jumin knew that he'd heard it. Jumin was busy on his phone.

Suddenly, as an act of retaliation for being called an idiot, Seven shouted loudly, "Zen shaved and skinned Elizabeth 3rd!"

"What?!" Jumin's eyes were wide as he slammed his phone down onto the counter. "Where are they now?!"

Seven recoiled into his seat and stammered, "I-I don't know, at your work?"

The black-haired man got up swiftly and walked to the other room to call his assistant. Seven sighed in relief. He could finally breathe again, if only for a little.

Jumin walked back in and swiped strands of hair from his face. "Hello," he greeted Seven as if nothing had happened.

"How's Elly?" Seven asked. He had to be careful; he was treading thin waters. But Elly was the nickname he gave to Jumin's pu—cat.

"She's fine," Jumin replied. "Kang is getting her a sweater to wear until her fur regrows. Zen didn't skin her, thank god."

"That's a relief," Seven mumbled.