Eloping with the devil [JuminZen]

Does Jumin Han is gay?

Don't let the drawing above fool you, my fanfic is crack-ish, therefore there is no angel. Idk why I drew it like that butt I liked it soooooooo

---Let the fanfic start---

Jumin wasn't expecting to see Zen lying on the couch in his cat outfit. The corporate heir had gotten back exhausted and was preparing himself for a possible bickering with the young actor; he had ignored his call after all. However, when he saw the albino sleeping on the sofa, in his cat commercial costume, he wasn't prepared for the sudden rapid beating of his heart. He should check if he had heart problems later.

Zen always bragged about his handsomeness and there was absolutely no way of denying it. He was so handsome that the first time they met, Jumin might have doubted his sexuality for a while, but that momentary crush faded as time went on. They've come to develop this friendly hate relationship, and he was fine with it. That way, he wouldn't feel too remorseful after killing the actor.

Jumin sighed and decided to carry Zen into his room. The actor was extremely hard-working, so it was expected of him to take the commercial seriously, but passing out was going too far, Jumin would have to discuss about it with him once he woke up. Opening the door to Zen's temporary home, he saw Elizabeth the 3rd jolting out the room. The corporate heir froze; why would the actor let a cat in his bedroom? Zen wouldn't be able to sleep in it. But there was no need to panic, after all, his penthouse had a lot of other guest rooms. However, he reasons after a while, or convinces himself? those places weren't proper for someone to stay in them. He could call his maid to clean it, but he had another idea. What better room than his own? He thought the idea would bother him, but strangely, it did not. Instead, it seemed... enjoyable? Maybe since the actor seemed so much like a cat, he would feel comfortable to sleep with him.

With that in mind, he unlocked his room with his fingerprint and quickly rushed into it; he had to clean up a bit. There were pictures of Zen scattered a bit everywhere across the walls, as well as other targets, but he preferred having the actor's pretty face greet him every morning. It was better than seeing the ugly looks of his enemies, and gradually he started imagining waking up to the actual, real Zen. It was a kind of sick attachment, but it didn't matter. Jumin placed all the different documents concerning his victims as well as clients in a secret room, he usually favored having them beside him, fearing the maids might find them if they were elsewhere. His room was the safest place; he had a special agent-maid come here to clean up. He wouldn't usually break the peace of his workplace, but he was determined to have the actor sleep in his bed. Whatever the reason for this sudden resoluteness, he just wanted to have the albino next to him.

After everything seemed satisfyingly neat to him, he went back to the living room and gently scooped up Zen from the couch. Jumin carried the actor to his room and carefully laid him onto the bed. He pulled up the sheets to cover the actor and protect him from the coldness of the place. He then sat at the edge of the bed, next to the sleeping beauty. The corporate heir was feeling stressed out about his work but hearing the actor's soft breathing soothed his heart. He could stay here all day, watching Zen sleep soundly like a child. He chuckled; the albino always seemed like a child, bickering over small things, exaggerating emotions and yearning attention. He wondered if something happened to the actor for him to be so immature. And if Zen wanted attention, Jumin could give him *special* attention. (*winkwink*)

Jumin jumped at the last thought. It was such an unfamiliar thought, a complete stranger. What "special" attention could he give the actor? Zen probably had everyone fall to his feet, there was no need for him to ruin it. He didn't like ignorance, therefore he did not like that thought he ignored the meaning of. The director decided to do some work to get him back to the right mind, surely he was exhausted and was feeling strange things due to his tiredness. After working and stop thinking about it, that emotion would definitely disappear... wouldn't it?