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

Chapter Four

I sat on my bed and felt like I was back to stage one. Soon, Jumin would break into my house again and it would all reset. It won't though, I know this. Everything hurt, I didn't know how to feel. It was strange, it was weird, it was...Scary.

I fell back on to my bed and stared at the ceiling. I touched my lip and continued to stare off. I wasn't shocked that I attract men, I mean look at me. I'm beautiful. The fact that I attracted Jumin is what shook me the most. I could've pushed him off if I wanted too. I didn't, but I could've. Was it because of how shocked I was? I wasn't strong enough at that moment.

Jumin's always messing with me. I thought this was most likely just another of his idiotic jokes. I needed to stop thinking about him, the we it felt. The way his hands were on me. The way his voice sounded in my ear. The mark he left on my neck. Traces of him were all over me, I had marks on me from the night I was drunk too. We must've did it, or something close.

"I'd love to have you." I said to myself. My face went several shades of red as I grabbed my pillow stuffing my face in it. I shuffled my legs around and sighed, my whole body acting strange after what Jumin did.

For once I was thinking about him more than I ever did. He wouldn't get out of my mind, I spread my legs some and looked at them. I was hard, I quickly closed them again. I needed to take care of it, but for it to be because of what Jumin did too me...I didn't touch it.

I thought it was strange to touch yourself over a man. How could I not feel this way after he touched me like so? I was aroused to say the least. I don't see how I couldn't. He touched me in places, bit sensitive spots, put his tongue around mine. His lips were soft, and moist. It was completely unexpected. Everything I felt...

I let out an exhausted groan and I hugged my pillow tightly embarrassed by my thoughts. "Nope. No. Never!" I grumbled as I repeated those words in my head.

I sat up and left my room. I wasn't going to think about this. I layed on the couch and turned on the TV hoping to escape into a drama or something. Little did I know what the current topic on the news would be.

"Is Jumin Han gay?" The news reporter states, "There have been several photos questioning this fact. Mainly one taken on a bus that Jumin Han rode along with our upcoming star Zen who has been in quite a slump lately."

My eyes widen as the photo of me sitting on Jumin's lap appears on the screen. I blushed heavily and covered my mouth, the fact that this was taken and that people might think we're a couple from this embarrased me. I stared at the screen, suddenly it was like a need for me. I needed to see what they were going to say.

"As you can see, Zen is propped up in his lap, the two being shockingly close. We have questioned Jumin on this and he passed it off as a coincidence since a man that was quite large sat next to them. He said there is nothing between them and never will be as Zen has made sure of that. We don't have all intel on what has happened, but we are determind to find out more, what are your thoughts on this Hajung?" I paused the Tv and sat in silence.

"There is nothing between them and never will be, as Zen has made sure on that." The words she said repeated in my head. After the way I spoke to Jumin, I'm not surprised. I hurt him. I yelled harsh words, I usually do. This time, it was different. I overdid it, What have I done?

I weirdly wanted to go and run back into Jumin's arms. I just wanted to apologize for what I said, the cold actions I made. I sighed and before I knew it I was dialing his number.
I gasped, when I heard his voice as he picked up.

"Zen, what do you want?" His voice sounded sharp and cold. I opened my mouth as if to day something but words failed to come out. "Zen, are you there? Don't waste my time."

"I-I...I just..." My words stumbled up on each other, words not being able to make sense as they came out. "Y-you...uh..."

"Zen. Spit it out." His voice was stern, still having the cold tint that stung me when he spoke.

"You left your coat!" I randomly spat. That's not what I wanted to say, though he did. The scent of him lingered from it. His coat was beside me, hanging over the couch. I hesitantly grabbed it and put it in my lap. "Do you want me to bring it or-"

"No, I'll come over." He said, stopping me mid sentence. His voice seemed to have less of attitude. He seemed a bit more eager, uet I could hear how he was hurt. "I'll be over in around an hour. I have to finish a meeting."

"Oh, did I interupt your meeting?" I chuckled nervously, I already put him through so much. I was an ass and I didn't want to bug him with this too.

"Yes, but I was glad to hear your voice, see you soon." Right then, he hung up. I dropped my phone on to the couch and covered my face. My heart was beating like crazy. I clenched my fists my body a mess.

"It's not supposed to be like this, Dammit!" I punched the couch. "I don't like him! He's an asshole, the only thing he's good for is sitting on a throne and doing nothing. Like he always does."

I snatched up his coat and clenched it within my hands, as if I was attempting to crush the cloth.  I sighed and leaned my head against it, The scent flowed into my nose and before I knew it, I was sniffing his coat. It smelled like him, a weird lemon-ish scent. I hated it. He's such a douche bag and he always smelled so nice.

He should smell like shit, exactly what he is. Yet, if he is shit, why did I feel so strange.