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

Chapter Two

I opened my eyes unsteadily, blinking a few times but still closed. My body felt so heavy. There was nothing on top of me, or beneath me. I rolled over feeling a tinge of pain in my hip making me hiss in pain. What happened last night?

I tried to recount the events in my head. First, we drank some. Second, I jokingly seranaded Jumin. Third, we made a really fucked up cake. Fourth, We were just talking and....Fifth...?

I groaned and reached for my phone, seeing several messages from everyone in the RFA. When was the last time I opened my phone when I wasn't ordering food. Since that event most likely.

I opened and checked my text messages that were mainly filled with "Are you okay?" And "Feel better." It kind of ticked me off. Especially the spam from Yoosung.

I leaned back into my pillows and rolled over my hand landing on something strange. I jumped a bit and turn on the lights only to see-

"J-jumin!? What the hell dude!?" I screeched grabbing the blankets to cover myself. When I took them away I saw Jumin's full body. Let me rephrase that, Jumin's full naked body. "AH WHAT THE FUCK!?"

Jumin sat up and pushed his hair back. He gave me a slightly angered look from waking him up. His glare seemed more terrifying than this situation. He grabbed me and pinned me down to the bed, before hugging me and cuddling. I tried pushing him off but his hugs got tighter by my movements.

"JUMIN WAKE THE HELL UP," I slapped him making him jerk up with a scowl. He looked at me for a few seconds before sighing. "W-what the heck, man..."

"I'll go make some food," Jumin gets up and heads out to the living room not even bothering to put on clothes except his boxers.

I shook my head trying to remember the previous nights events. I couldn't recall and made everything feel strange. Something clearly happened that I wasn't aware of. I mean, we were both butt naked in the same bed.

"Wait, you don't even know how to cook!" I shouted as I scrambled out of the bed, as I threw on my boxers and shirt.

I tripped and rubbed my hips as I groaned in slight pain. Jumin looked towards me and sighed, as he placed buttered toast on a plate. Of course, he can't cook. I layed on the ground heavily confused on why my body felt so strange. It took a few seconds of thinking before I sat up and looked at Jumin.

"Dude, did we...? Ya know. Do the do. Create the beast with two backs. Take a roll in the hay. Do the sideways tango." I asked, a small voice crack escaping my voice.

Jumin looked down at me with a face that said "Seriously, wtf." He brushed a hand through his hair, messing it out of place. He looked put the window before announcing: "Think what you want. I believe that'll be more fun to watch from an outsiders point of view. Let's just say you hate me a lot less than you think."

This little bitch. I scoffed and scratched my head. "Thanks for answering my question, Mr.Trustfund kid. This must've been so unnatural for you since you probably pay people to answer your questions." I laughed dryly, my glare fixed on him.

"It's not that I don't answer them, I avoid them. Number one priority as a buisness man," Jumin said, walking over and placing the plate with toast on the floor. "Mocking my wealth isn't anything bad."

"How so?" I raised my eyebrow at him.

"You see, it just proves how jealous you are."  Right there, right then. He gets that smug look on his face I know all to well.