In this universe, Zen and Jumin haven't met yet, and they are not affiliated with the RFA
Zen
I opened the back door of the small restaurant and breathed in the smoggy city air. The alley was deserted and the echo of cars passing by was the only sound. The sky was clouded with smog and a light dusting of clouds; the stars twinkling behind them in the night sky. I closed my eyes and slid onto the concrete step, laying my head back on the door.
It was around midnight, and we had just finished cleaning up. The night crew was getting ready to leave and finally go home after a long shift. I had clocked in at around noon, and the past twelve hours had been grueling, to say the least. Customers demanding the impossible right and left, coworkers refusing to help you leaving you, the waiter with no tip and an angry boss scared for the next yelp review.
I sighed and stood up to stretch before walking back into the restaurant. Everyone had already left except the manager, who was probably brooding in her office. To avoid a confrontation, I quietly got my jacket from the hook and slipped back out the door, walking towards my second job.
"I wish I could go home.", I sighed, sticking my hands into the pockets of my jeans and turning left once I got to the end of the alley.
As I walked, I tried to fix my hair just a little. Yesterday when I worked, the manager got onto me about how messy my hair was, but it was because I had to run across town to be able to get there on time. But since we finished early today, I had plenty of time.
I turned right onto the busy sidewalk and continued my way past more restaurants and more bars until I reached the biggest one in between all the rest. The neon sign was overkill, and shining brightly over the heads of customers waiting in line to get into the building. You could hear the pumping bass line on the music inside, which seemed to make these people anxious to get in.
I walked around back and went into the side door, and immediately I heard the yelling of my manager, who was getting on to the bartender about customer service. I just ignored the fiasco and went to clock in. I was already really tired, and I had to go to school right after I was done here. Then maybe after school, I could finally sleep for a couple hours before I had to go to work.
"Hey."
In my head, I grumbled, but I turned around to smile at whoever was it behind me.
"Yes?", I asked, in my sweetest voice, but I hated the tone, it made me sound like some teenage girl, but it was the voice that got everyone to pay attention to me, sadly.
The person in question was one of the newer female workers. I did not see any of them often, though since they do work in the back while the men work at the bar and cleaning up the lounge and eating areas.
The Bar was very high class, at least in this part of the city. It boasted three sections; A bar, The lounge, and the Eating area, each area's purpose in its name. The biggest section was the lounge section, where many people just sat there on those leather couches, drinking their worries away, or making out in between shots. But female employees weren't allowed on the floor because of the men that came here, and they were very very very very very very aggressive. No one understood why, but all the men who came and had a shot or two became very aggressive, but only to the women who were employees. But now it was just a normality, and there were no more issues with the women working anywhere but the floor.
The girl had brown hair and green eyes, but they were so boring for such an eccentric color. They were dull and lacked the shine that you know that hue to have.
But that's what happens around here to innocent people.
"Manager wants to see you, immediately.", she mumbled before she walked away.
Great. I had just gotten here, and he was already going to nag at me?
I quickly made my way through the kitchen towards the office, which was where the manager usually was if you couldn't hear his resounding screams through the pots and pans.
I timidly knocked and heard a deep 'Come in.' I gulped down any nervousness I had, like I did in the musicals, and opened the door, closing it behind me once I was in the dimly lit space.
He was sitting behind his desk, the nameplate read Kakisan, but we all know him just as 'manager'.
He looked up at me, and stood up, walking over towards me.
"The owner wants to speak with you tonight, as usual, so you'll be let off early, also as usual.", the man grumbled, before walking back out of the office to yell at some more 'idiots', as he calls them.
I sighed, and slumped against the wall, holding my face in my hands.
I hated this I hated this I hated this I hated this.
But there was nothing I could do about it. I needed the money, and that was that.
I sighed and forced myself back up. I needed all the money I could get, unless I just wanted to die, alone.
*****
I looked up at the clock on the wall of the lounge area.
4:30 am
It's time for me to go. I slipped off my cleaning gloves and picked up the rag and spray I was using to wipe down the glass coffee tables, that were set in between the couches.
I slipped through the crowds of people, who were onlooking a current drinking game that had lasted for about an hour. But my hair kept getting pulled with all the drunks and their squeals about how pretty it was.
And then, it got worse.
"Come here pretty thing...", a voice whispered in my ear.
I shivered and started to run, trying to ignore the throbbing pain a tender head like myself feels when his hair is pulled too hard.
But then, I ran smack into a wall and fell on the floor. I looked up to glare at whoever was in my way, but my eyes widened as their hand reached down to help me up.
Their hands were smooth yet rough. No rings adorned them, but to me, they struck me as beautiful all the same.
"Come on, I can't wait up here forever.", I heard a voice say, slightly irritated on the edges.
I looked up and saw a startling pair of sharp gray eyes, framed by dark black strands that gave his entire aura a very dark aura.
I took his hand and was pulled up sternly, yet gently. Once I composed myself, I looked to find him, but he had already gone from beside me. But I saw a man in a striped suit make his way through the crowd and out the front door.
'I want to see him again.'
'wait, NO. No no no no no no no no no!'
I scolded myself and quickly went to the cleaning closet to put away the bottle and rag, before heading back to clock out.
'After all the things you've gone through this is NOT how this plays out. I'm NOT in some cliche romance novel, and I am NOT going to EVER fall in love with ANY pair of beautiful hands.'
At this point, I was already on my way to where the owner usually saw me after every shift I worked. That place.
I scolded myself all the way until I was standing on the porch of this regular apartment, looking at the face of the one man truly hated.
'How I wish these are his hands right now.'
Jumin
I got into the limo outside the bar and closed the door behind me.
"Where to?"
"The place I told you about this morning.", I muttered as the limo lurched forward.
I looked down at my hands, which were shaking in such an ominous way.
'That boy.....'
I didn't know what to do. I had seen him only once before, but it was a long time ago when I worked for the owner of that place.
The owner of this bar used to be one of my companions, back when I had time for that. And so, I worked there for a very short time frame, just to help out a friend. But, I immediately quit when I found out he used his employees, especially one of them for his 'pleasure' so to speak.
And there was an incident one night, where I had gone to meet with him at his secondary space since he had asked me to, I didn't know why, but when I knocked on the door, the person who opened it looked up at me, and immediately ran out and away.
His eyes were so beautiful, but for some reason, that time, it pained me to see the tears flowing out.
And once I realized what was going on, I stopped coming to the bar, and quit my position, cutting ties with that piece of trash.
But after all that time, I never forgot about those sad, beautiful red eyes, that seemed to glow like a fine champagne would, except only with the tint of my favorite wine.
"We're here sir.", my driver said.
"If I don't come back in eight minutes, come and get me.", I said, before stepping out of the vehicle and making my way to the apartment door. If that boy was still working there, then the chances that he was still being used in such a degrading manner were increased. I could only hope that the poor thing could get through it and still be able to live in this cruel world.
Zen
I felt dead as I laid there on the bed, the blankets not covering one inch of my bare body.
The figure before me was tying up my ankles together and was going to do my wrists next for sure.
He liked to see me bound.
As he moved so he could reach my hands, his dark brown eyes bore into me, and I squirmed, wanting to get away.
"You know what happens when you do that...", the slurry voice as he slammed my head back down on the bed, making me see black dots float around in my vision.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang and the owner jumped so high I swear to god he was flying.
But when I turned to look at the intruder, my eyes widened and I moved my head side to side to shake away the silver hairs to get a better look at him. And my eyes immediately found those hands, and I felt the blush on my cheeks grow into a tomato red and I turned my face away, not wanting him to see me like this.
I heard a loud crash, and I swung my head around to see. The owner was on the ground holding his head and suddenly my wrists, which hadn't been bound thankfully, were yanked on, pulling me out of the bed and into this man's arms, bridal style.
And let me tell you, I was still stark naked.
I squirmed, trying to get out of his grasp, but he switched my position so that he was carrying me like a small child, with my chest against his, and he brushed his lips against mine. I just stared up at him as he continued to make his way through the apartment. His eyes now had a glint in them, as if he had found something that he had been wishing for his entire life.
He opened the front door, and the cold wind chilled my bare skin and I curled up into his chest.
It was so warm, I just couldn't help but drift off into a peaceful sleep.
Jumin
Once we got to my place, I placed the boy on my bed and started taking off my clothes to go to sleep next to him.
I glanced around, looking for my favorite PJ pants, but Elizabeth 3rd was sleeping on top of them, so I just climbed into bed with just my boxers on.
Once I was comfortable, I glanced over and met a pair of big, red eyes.
He blushed next to me and turned over hiding from me I guess.
I smirked, and climbed on top of him, holding his chin with just my fingertips, and kissing his lips.
***
Zen was surprised at the kiss but immediately melted into it. He couldn't help it. The two moved their lips together in sync and Jumin licked Zen's, begging for entrance, which he much obliged.
Zen moaned softly into the kiss as he felt his tongue moving around in his mouth, occasionally twirling with his own. When Jumin left his lips to slowly move down his neck, leaving little kisses behind, Zen whined and then blushed, noticing where this was going.
Jumin noticed Zen's nervousness and smiled, thinking it was cute.
"Don't worry, Zen.", Jumin whispered in his ear, causing the other to shiver.
"How do you know my name?", the other questioned, turning to meet his lover's gaze.
But Jumin only smiled, and continued his way down the younger's bare stomach, stopping at his nipples.
"Mmmmm!", Zen moaned, as Jumin licked and nibbled at the rose buds. "P-p-p-please", he stuttered, trying to get a sentence out. "I-I can't-AH!"
Jumin smirked up at his lover, stroking the rock hard member he had uncovered from under the blankets.
"Does that feel good?", Jumin said teasingly, licking his fingers seductively.
Zen couldn't look away from him and the tent in Jumin's black boxers. He was panting now and was trying to hold back the moans, but they were slipping out.
Jumin took that as a yes, and proceeded to stick his lubricated digits inside Zen's ass, very very harshly.
"Ahhhhhhh!", Zen screamed, feeling the searing pain erupt from his lower half. Well, until Jumin continued to stroke his dick. Jumin snickered. "Fuck it.", he whispered. Zen was confused for a second, as Jumin spread his legs, but then another searing pain came, except more intense. "It Hurts, It hurts.", Zen repeated over and over again, as Jumin waited for him to get used to it, all the while trying not to cum. Jumin then leaned down and kissed Zen, swallowing up all his voice as his tongue dove into his mouth. They parted, and Zen was panting harder than ever. "M-m-m-move", he said timidly, wiggling his hips with anticipation. All of Jumin's self-control unraveled at that moment, and he thrusted into Zen mercilessly, doing it over and over and over and over again. "Wait...ah...I-i-i-'m going to - " But Zen couldn't finish before he screamed in pleasure, his white semen covering his chest. Jumin felt the younger's ass clench on his own hard member, and he couldn't hold it anymore and came inside his ass, riding out his orgasm. He pulled out and landed next to Zen, who was now grinning from ear to ear. "What are you so happy about?", Jumin asked, still panting. Suddenly, Zen lightly kissed Jumin's lips and immediately rolled over away from him so that Jumin couldn't see his face anymore. "I love you."
