Confessions// Zumin smut

9PM

Arriving at Jaehee's door, Jumin made an attempt to knock but was interrupted by his excited assistant opening the door, Elizabeth in arms.

 "She has everything she needs inside of her cage and here are your documents" She quickly handed everything over to Jumin who stood there puzzled.

"Is this really Zen's effect on women? Then its no wonder..." 

Jumin's thoughts were interrupted by Jaehee. "I will see you tomorrow, Mr. Han. Please make sure to remember that you have a meeting with your father at 8 a.m." 

As she was closing the door, Jumin stated, "Assistant Kang, you seem to be trying to get rid of me faster than normal." Surprised and a bit embarrassed for being a fangirl, she replied, "My apologies, I must have seemed rude..you see, Zen's performance is at 9 o'clock tonight and I only have an hour to get ready. " 

"I see. Good night then." Jumin turned and walked away. "I must get ready as well"

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Despite his dislike for being late, Jumin left for the performance at 9:30 to avoid being noticed.

"Why the hell am I doing this? I shouldn't want to see him this badly..." Jumin's thoughts turned into memories of seeing Zen smile and laugh at the RFA parties... His beautiful lips curved into a perfect smile as he let out a laugh that was probably better than anything he had ever sung-

"Mr. Han, I believe we are here." Driver Kim interrupted.

"Yes, thank you Driver Kim. I'm not sure how long I will be here so stay near by until further notice" Jumin took a large gulp of wine before exiting the car.

 As Jumin approached the theater, he grew more and more nervous as he began to hear Zen singing from outside. Once inside, he made sure to sit in the back where he couldn't be seen since all of his fans opted for the front row seats.

Jumin was intrigued by the way Zen moved as he sang and danced on the stage. He could see why Zen was the heartthrob among all the young women.His soft, white hair flowed behind him as alternated from acting to singing in an instant. Jumin had never seen this side of Zen and it only further complicated his feelings for him. 

An hour went by like minutes and before he knew it, the show was over. Still not wanting to draw attention-and relieve himself- Jumin went to the bathroom. While washing his hands, he heard someone enter...

"WHAT THE FUCK, JERK??"