Mystic Messenger Yaoi Oneshots

(10) Jumin x Zen

HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY! @Philippines_Hetalia ! 

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Word Count: 1624

Cover Art: YoungChanNgyuen on DeviantArt 

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Zen

"Zen, need a server for the table seven!"

"Got it!", I told the manager in reply as I moved through the elegant restaurant to get to the private suite, which housed table seven.

The restaurant was French. Stationed in the middle of the city, it was quite an attraction, for the upper class. It wasn't often that normal people were found in the establishment. First course meals alone cost on average around eighty U.S. dollars.

The place was quite beautiful, designed by the owner himself. French styled columns lined the corners where walls met, and the darkened dining area housed a quiet dining experience, which was much appreciated compared to the loudness of the average American restaurant.

I straightened out my suit sleeves before heading into one of the separate dining suites, one of five. The table cost some high amount of money because there was always a reservation list going as far as six months in advance for any of the suites, but that one especially.

It was quite large and meant as a table for two. The space harbored a purple hue and had a quaint balcony attached to it, that was free for customers to go out on.

However, upon entering the space, I understood why someone had to be motioned to come to serve the table.

The owner.

Rumors had always buzzed through the place about the mysterious owner. No one even knew his name except the head architect that helped him design the place, and no one took the chance of asking him.

But one thing all the employees were certain was that if they had the chance to meet him, they would run to the hills far away. Because the biggest truth that stood over the rumors was the fact that those he dated never seemed to return to the city, much less the restaurant.

And the man had quite an appetite for his servers.

I took a quiet breath and walked up to the table. I wasn't about to let someone walk over me, in fact, I had the longest list of those I kicked out of the restaurant for insulting someone, mostly the owner.

And here he was.

He was gorgeous. His business suit adorned him well, as well as his black hair, which seemed to frame his face perfectly. But what had me faltering in my steps was his eyes. His gray piercing gaze. It was calculating and when a smirk grazed his lips, I knew this would be a fight I probably wouldn't win.

"A-are you ready to order, sir?", I asked politely, my fingers clinging to the sleeves of my suit.

He leaned towards me just a little, but it was enough to take a step away from his table, causing a frown to grace his features.

"Come here."

My heart spasmed at his words and I took three steps forwards, close enough to the table to almost brush my hip against it. He seemed satisfied though, as the smirk made another appearance, and I knew I had to get out, and very quickly.

I wouldn't be taken advantage of.

But one step away from the table and he pulled me right into his lap. I could feel my face redden with frustration and embarrassment. A small gasp left my lips as his hand brushed through my long white hair, and shivers ran down my spine as he brought a lock to his lips, just brushing them against the hair.