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[ text ] Zen… Are you drunk texting me? [ text ] I’m almost positive due to the horrible spelling and the fact you’re trying to make some sort of… compliment… [ text ] Make sure to drink enough water

[ text ] I wasn’t sure what that was so I looked it up [ text ] I’m pretty sure you’ll have a stroke if you keep it up [ text ] shall I send an ambulance to wait outside your home?

[ text; ] this is a terrible idea

[ text; ] fuCK you f*ck your cartoon hotdog husband fuck his stupid sunglasses and FUCK the ketchup kids (and fuck THEIR sunglasses)

[ text; ] i need help.

[ text; ] i don' t know wh a t to fuckign do w i th myself a nymo re

[ text; ] i got a dog!!!!! I GOT A DOG!!!!

[ text; ] please let me come over and pet your dog?

[ text; ] anyway i'm bleeding, like, really badly. no worries though i'm good

[ text; ] i love death and dying

[ text; ] i fucked up. i fucked up really badly.

[ text; ] I BROKE EVERYTHING

[ text; ] AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[ text; ] don't freak out but i'm in the hospital.

[ text; ] leave me alone.

[ text; ] i said not to talk to me.

[ text; ] QUICK WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL SONG

[ text; ] some-

[ text; ] this might be the last text i ever send you.

[ text; ] i'm going to do it.

[ text; ] i'm sorry.

[ text; ] fCUK I PUNCHED MYSELF I NTHE FACE

[ text; ] i'm playing club penguin and you wouldn't believe the shit these 9 year olds are saying to me

[ text; ] you okay?

[ text; ] i'm so worried please text back please please please

[ text; ] 'i don't drink coffee,' i say, before chugging an entire pot of it

[ text; ] what would happen if i just, like, downed seven five-hour energies. does that equal 35 hours of energy

[ text; ] brb, descending into hell.

[ text; ] it's 3 am and i can't sleep

♚————Jumin seemed surprised by the sudden gesture from Zen. He carefully took the bottle of wine and looked over the label for a moment. Of course, it was a rather no-name brand and of a much lower quality than he was used to. However… For a commoners label, this was a rather expensive wine. It would seem that Zen had probably spent quite a bit of what little he had just to purchase this.         “This sort of gesture is unlike you.” Jumin paused for a moment, seeming to think over his words carefully. “…Thank you, Hyun. Would you like to share a glass of this with me?”

He’d been braced for an insult, from something so blatant as a ‘this is too cheap for my tastes’ comment to the subtlety of a disdainful look. Zen’s second gift to Jumin had been the resolve to not make an issue of it-- to let the insult roll over him unacknowledged and move on with his life, knowing he had done his best.

But the biting remark never came. Under Jumin’s carefully appraising eye, the gift was deemed... if not impressive, perhaps satisfactory. And rather than being put aside to ignore, maybe to save for some rich guest Jumin wanted to insult, he offered to share it... “I’m more of a beer guy myself.” The words were out of Zen’s mouth before he’d considered it, an instinctual refusal to save potential pride.

It was stupid of him to expect any different, any better than a direct slap to the face. He hadn’t expected (or wanted) a gift at all, would have been considerably happier if Jumin had just let the holiday pass without thinking of Zen at all. When the bills were produced from Jumin’s pocket, Zen had but a split second to beg whatever deity was listening that this wasn’t what it looked like.