Chapter 1: Emotions

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They were alone.

How did that happen? Well,
It was the end of the RFA party and MC has requested that all the members stay behind to help clean up the venue. Of course she had other intentions.

"Zen! Jumin!" She shouted over to the table were they were arguing instead of cleaning.
"Can one of you get the orange and pink stripy box in the back please!"

There was no orange and pink stripy box in the back, but they didn't know.

As though it was a ritual, Jumin and Zen turned this into a competition and raced to the storage room right at the back of the venue.

The plan was working.

After what seemed like an hour of furious searching and throwing things at each other, the two men silently agreed to go and tell MC that the box was nowhere to be found. They speed-walked all the way down to the front entrance, only to see Jaehee locking the door with a look of pity and sorrow on her face. "I'm sorry," she mouthed before instructing driver Kim to leave instantly.

"What the fuck????" Zen questioned aloud, puzzled and confused.
"Please refrain from using foul language in my fathers vicinity."
"Wha.."
"Don't swear."
"I will swear if I want to fucking swear bitch."
Jumin was taken aback by this comment.
"You can't call me that!"
"Call you what?" Zen taunted him.
"A... a.. b i t c h...."
"Oh no!" Zen replied sarcastically. "Did you, the great Jumin Han, say a swear word? In your fathers vicinity?"
"I can swear if I want to, I just tend not to because it shows a lack of vocabulary."
"I bet you'd swear like a sailor if someone had their dick up your ass." Zen murmured.

"The most important thing right now is finding a way out so stop being annoying and help me find a window or something."

After an hour of searching in silence

"Um," Zen started. "Don't you think it would be best if we sat down and just waited for morning?" He didn't want to lose his pride and admit that he was tired.
"Fine then. We need to find a small area to get as much heat as possible."
"How about the closet?" Zen suggested as it was the nearest room.
"This will do I guess." Jumin replied, refusing to look Zen in the eyes.
"We should try to sleep as best as we can."

It was boring in the closet, with just enough room for Jumin to lay down in front of the closet door, fast asleep. Zen desperately wanted to come out of the closet. It was a bad idea to go in there. He tried hard not to wake Jumin up, but he was to loud.
"Zen. Go. To. Sleep."
"Jumin, why are you so emotionless all the time?"
"That's a personal question."
"But there's nothing to do."
" How about you try SLEEPING."
"I can't."
"Sigh." Jumin sat on his knees, the same way Zen did. They spent so much time together that Jumin had developed some of Zen's habits.
"Well, my father always told me not to show any emotion because it could disrupt the company deals and meetings. It's also a waste of time and energy. You happy now?"
"Well, I'd rather see you show an emotion."
"Does tiredness count?"
"No. It has to be, like, one of the emotions from 'Inside Outings', like joy."

"I forgot how to feel joy."

This broke Zen's heart. How could someone not feel joy? He grabbed Jumin's face and pulled him closer.
"I want you to feel joy."
Jumin's iron heart skipped a beat as he felt Zen's warm hands on his face, their knees brushing together, Zen's cool breath on his skin. Longingly they gazed into each other's eyes for what felt like an eternity, neither one wanting the moment to end.
"Zen..." Jumin whispered. His hands dropped to his sides, his caring expression shifting to a rather surprised one.
"Zen, I felt joy."
"Jumin, no...."
"When your hands cup my face, when your knees touch mine, when you breathe gently onto my face, I feel joy."
"Jumin, its not joy, you felt lust."
"Oh.... well why aren't you mocking me?"
"I think I felt lust too.."

The two fell silent in embarrassment.

"Zen," Jumin started to break the silence.
"How do you feel joy?"
"Um, I usually have a cigarette and some beer to feel happy."
"How are you still healthy, Zen?"
"Don't worry about my health. I also feel happy when I'm doing something I love."
"Huh." Jumin was taking notes in his mind.
"Jumin?"
"Yeah?"
"What do you love?"
Jumin couldn't look at Zen, he had to turn around and face the wall to stop Zen from seeing him blush.
"Y.. you."
Jumin could feel the shame of all his ancestors already.

You should only ever love women.

Loving men is what the girls do.

Don't demolish the family name with homosexual acts.

He curled himself up in a ball for he had never lets out his emotions like this before; never to this extent. His icy heart soon melted when he felt the warm embrace of Zen from behind him.
"I think I love you too."

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