[MYSTIC MESSENGER] You're My Nightmare (Zen x Jumin)

Chapter One

~I really need to stop writing gay fanfiction I wont finish. OH WELL.~

ZEN P.O.V.

"When was the last time I wasn't surrounded by artificial light?" I wondered, still laying in bed. I hadn't ate for days, I was starving but refused to leave the bed. MC chose Seven around that time, I don't blame her. I'm a man that has girls all over me. The most charming man, famous for his modeling and acting.

Then, why didn't I feel like that. I used to be able to look in the mirror and think, Wow, I'd tap that. Yet, I look at the mirror and that thought disapears into: Wow, that's one pitiful man. I'm no longer the beauty I once was, though people will probably disagree.

I've had many visits, the RFA trying to see if I'm okay. I always ignored them. I know that was terrible of me, but I didn't think they could help me. Getting your heart broken can't be easily fixed. I knew that, so I stayed away. Every moment I wanted to cry. I couldn't bring myself to do it, I'd feel them swell up. I'd blink them away.

I pulled the blankets over my head, as I brought my knees up to my chest. Everything felt cold and empty. I felt, like I was freezing. I had been sweating my ass off. It was cold. I wanted something warm to wrap around me so bad but...

Right then, I heard a click from the living room. I swore I locked that door. I shot up from my bed and walked towards the door, leaning against the wall as leverage. I opened my bedroom door only to see an angered Jumin standing infront of me. He tapped his foot with a glare that landed on my face.

I looked my worst in that moment. I hadn't been eating so I was incredibly weak. I felt like total shit, it didn't help Mr.Trustfund kid came. I looked away and sighed.

"To whom do I owe the gratitiude too, from your gracious presence." I said sarcastically, trying to resist the urge to roll my eyes.

"Is now really the time for that attituude, Zen?" Jumin spat at me. "Everyone's been worried about you. It's irratating."

The only one irratating is you, Jumin. "Oh, sorry they don't always want to talk about your precious Elizabeth."

Jumin placed a hand on his hip, while having one on his head. He still kept his glare on me. I never saw Jumin in person much, but there was one thing that was actually scary about him. That thing seemed to be his glare.

"Just tell me. Zen, are you hurting from MC?" He bluntly asked.

I couldn't believe he could ask something so simple like that. It was a sensitive topic and him saying it ticked me off. I never wanted to punch him more then in this moment. I could feel my teeth grit.

"I'm fine, dumb ass." I growled, clenching my fists. He sighed and stepped forward, squaring up to me.

"Then why do you look like you're about to cry?" He looked down at me, with worried eyes.

My eyes widened as I covered my mouth with a gasp. I didn't even realise. I pushed pass him and sat on the couch trying to ignore what he just said. Why was he even here? I didn't need his help. I was doing fine.

"At least take off your coat, I can smell the C-hair from here," I complained. "How'd you even get in?"

I felt like I should've kicked him out. Little did I know, I was desperate for human contact. Even if it was him keeping me company, I would've been satisfied. Which I was, shockingly. He nodded and took off his over coat, plopping beside me.

"You haven't been eating," He said, looking at me. I guess it was obvious.

"Yeah. I haven't been really hungry lately," I chuckle and scratch my head. "No need to worry, Silver spoon. I'll eat eventually."

He leaned in with an exasperated sigh. "Got any drinks?"

Before I knew it, my weak self was downing beer with Jumin. Chugging left and right. I hated the guy, but he was such great company. For a silver spoon he knew his stuff. He knew so much about managing and recipes, even though he couldn't cook, or at least as far as I knew. I have proof of a severely injured cake in the back that we tried to make. It smelled horrific but it was so fun to make.

"What kind of cake is this!? It's fucking terrifying? What is this creation we have just made," I dryly laughed. "Wait is that glass?"

"Yeah, remember you dropped it in when we were pouring the milk?" Jumin said, chuckling at me. "You dropped the whole measuring cup in and said: Screw it. At least we know it's in there."

"Oh yeah, that was after we shaked Elizabeth's fur out of your hair and into the cake." I looked at the unappetizing cake and smiled. "I am so happy my oven didn't explode."

"We really didn't think this through." Jumin pulled out his phone and I pulled out mine. "Say cheese." We took a selfie together with our horrid cake. I was so drunk I didn't even care that I took a selfie with Mr.Trustfund.

We had a few more drinks, I think I was officially drunk around here. My words seemed to be in slurs but I was concious, or at least I thought I was.

"Jumin~ I really hated you." I said, leaning on my coffee table, Jumin sitting on the other side. "Thank you...for comfor-forting me." I hiccuped and scratched my head.

"MC rejected me so, I was really upslet." I said, my words beggining to not even have meaning to me. "The RFA members came and visited me ya know. I felt bad, as I pushed each of them away." I gripped at my can as I watched Jumin take a swig.

"I don't know why I let you stay. Guess I was tired of being alone," I got up and walked over to Jumin, sitting next to him. "I hate you so much, and you hate me."

"Do I?" His words grabbed my attention. "I never straight out said I hated you, like you did to me. I watched your performances before and I greatly respect you as a man and an actor. You hated me because I got a leg up on the competition and you're trying so hard just to get a role. Yet, I don't have to do anything and I still survive in my buisness. I understand perfectly why you hate me. I don't understand why you think, I hate you."

I gave him a confused look and leaned against him, "What the hell man? You're sputtering drunk nonsense now too. Aren't ya?"

"You sputter nonsense even when you're not drunk." I playfully punched his shoulder and grimaced at him.

"God, it's so freaking hot in here..." I unbuttoned my shirt and opened it a bit, for once feeling warm. "Oh yeah, my air conditioning broke."

Jumin looked at me for a second before leaning forward on his hands. He seemed to try to avoid his eyes from me, I found it kind of irratating. I wanted to grab his face and make him look at me. I hated it when people didn't. I was there and we were having a nice conversation and he can't even look at me.

"Jumin," I poked him. No reply. "Jumin~"

I took a deep breath, "Juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuumin!"

"God, you're so drunk," He said, smiling.

He smile caught me off guard this time. He looked so sincere and I couldn't handle it. Then I blacked out.