#juzenweek

Their first meeting was almost like a cursed. Bound to be meet each other in spite he doesn’t want to. But it was amazed how this man knew where he’s gone. Not many people knew of this place, which, he would always known this place as his ‘secret hiding place’. The place there was really breath-taking and calmed himself down. It's a very nice spot to watch the sun is setting until it reach to the deepest of horizon.

There was a big fight between him and the actors. How they are all envy of him in spite his acting is not as good as the rest of professionals actors, yet his gorgeous looks kept him away from ruining his act. What’s worst, the Director fond of him more than the rest of them.

Feeling very frustrated, Zen ended up riding his motorcycle to cool his head down and avoid them all.

Although his broken leg still hasn’t healed properly from an accident yet, Zen remembered how he’s been warned by V that he shouldn’t ride on the motorcycle anymore after the albino-haired male willingly to join the RFA.

However, he couldn’t helped it somehow. He was rather in a bad mood, thanks to those bastards, and he needs to go someplace where the Director or actors couldn’t find him.

Somewhere he could calm himself down.

And his secret hiding place is the best spot to hide himself away from them.

“Haaa…..” Zen gave a long exhaled before he takes out a box of cigarette to start smoking.

He puffed out the smoke from his lips, having in a deep thought then. He didn’t realized there’s a black, limo car stopped behind him as he was too addicted smoking.

Until a man with a business suit came out from the car and speak to him;

“Are you Hyun Ryu?” A monotone voice startled Zen a bit. Almost dropped his cigarette on the hill.

The very first moment his crimson orbs laid into those cool and collected grey eyes of an unfamiliar man, his heart had almost stop right there.

“I’ve heard a lot about you from Jihyun. You must be a new RFA member, yes?” His presence made him feel something. Something so familiar. Something strange at the same time. Is it good? Is it bad? He couldn’t put a finger somehow.

It took Zen to realized how dazzling his looks is; grey orbs are sharp like a hawk that’s been waiting a naive little rabbit come out from its hole. Shiny, and gorgeous ebony hair. And those lips. Those soft lips of hisㅡ

“Let me introduced myself firstㅡmy name is Jumin Han. I am the son of Chairman Han, the President of C&R International. From what I’ve heard from Jihyun, you seem to be having a difficult life due to living by yourself. I’m doing this for my close friend,” Jumin held out his long and slender arm toward Zen. “would you like to change your life; lived in an easy and better way? You have no need to take a lot of part time jobs anymore. I can take care of everything if you’re very concerned about it.”

And that was it.

The moment the raven said that, there was definitely a very familiar feeling he felt for a long time.

His throat somehow feels a little dry up as if he was lost in words of the other male’s offer. His heart starting to beating fast once again. …Ah. So that’s how it is. He knew and recognized this feeling so well.

There are so many things he wants to say to the ebony-haired male, yet at the same time, he ended up speechless.

However, the first thing he managed to say to him isㅡ

“..Trustfund jerk.” He said with a very disgusted and displeased expression on his gorgeous face.

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-.-

The other male's head tilted in confused of the albino’s respond. Zen would’ve expected the older man would be pissed off of how he called him that. But insteadㅡ

“..Is that how commoner’s greeting way?”

Well that made him frustrated even more. Zen could feel his blood is boiling reach to his head at the sight of this jerk. Stuck with him for more than 5 seconds would drivin’ him crazy at this rate. Especially when he came here just to cool himself off.

“Shut up..” Zen let out an exhausted exhale this time, putting his slender hand on his nape. “I just came here to get some fresh air, and now you’ve ruined everything. I’m outta here.”

As soon as Zen passed him close, a strong grip yet gentle came from his wrist then. His crimson eyes flashed into the grey one in annoyed and disgusted.

“What?!”

“What made you refused my offer?” Jumin said with a calm and composed tone. Grey orbs bored deep into the albino’s chest. The way how that jerk look at him feels frustrated and tired.

Zen replied with a scoff and pried his wrist away from the raven’s hold. “Haaa…. I wish I could tell you but I doubt that a stuck-up jerk like you would understand.”

“What is it that I don’t understand about?”

“I was being sarcasm right there, you trustfund kid!”

Zen found himself shocked for a moment there. Never once as he ever raised his voice to anyone before. Not even his brother whom he admired so much. Although it’s true that he can be a hotheaded sometimes, but he rarely yelled to anyone. Probably something about that jerk really get on his nerve.

And just after he turned on his heel close to his motorcycle, there was a gentle touch on his shoulder this time.

“What is it now, you jerk?!” God… he really needs to get out of here so badly.

“Your leg,” Jumin whispered, eyes gazed down on the other male’s bandaged leg.

Zen blinked for a moment and follows where his grey eyes gazed at that filled with… maybe concerned and worried? No, no.. that can’t be. Just ignored it, Zen.

Zen shrugged. “Don’t worry, Trustfund jerk. I can heal like a monster. It should be alright for a couple of days. Nothing to be concerned of.”

And just before he was about to ride on the motorcycle, Jumin’s strong grip pulled him and dragged away from his motorcycle.

“H-Hey! Where are you taking me, you jerk?!”

“Just because you can heal like a monster, doesn’t mean you can ride on whatever you like.”

“I can do whatever I can likeㅡwaaah!” Zen exclaimed when the raven forced him entered into his limo car and shut the door. The other male desperately tries to open it but the door instantly locked.

“Where to, Mr. Han?” the driver asked when the raven had came into the car on the opposite side of Zen’s.

“Where to?” Jumin questioned this time, his calm grey orbs bore deep into the crimson one.

Wh-who? Me?” Zen said flusteredly, in which, the other male nodded. “Uh.. well,” he tells the raven where he works.

“Just as he said, Driver Kim.”

“Understood, Mr. Han.”

“W-wait!? What about my motorcycle? You can’t just leave it like that?!”

“Rest assured you that I’ve already ordered my personal assistant to send it back to your house.”

“..How will you know of my address?"

“Jihyun told me.”

“Make sense…” Zen murmured.

-.-

There was nothing Zen could do after then except stay still in the jerk’s car and distant himself away from him as well until they reached to his work place.

The riding was really uncomfortable for Zen. Because for one; he hated seeking any help from arrogant rich family, especially this Trustfund jerk of course. It reminded him of so much of a memory that he hated to remind of or remember.

He was expected the other male would start a random or awkward conversation to the actor. But so far, he hadn’t speak anything except, sitting right there, eyes full of mask like an expensive porcelain doll.

It didn't take more than 15 minutes later then, Zen could feel his nose started to feel itchy somehow. When he tries to rub his nose, it starting to turn red and sneezing comes then.

Jumin noticed of the actor’s behaviour.

“Are you sick?”

Zen shook his head.

“N-Not really..,” he admittedly. Being an actor and often stays health, he rarely catch a cold or fever.

Unless..

“..hey, Trustfund jerk,” he called. “did you, by any chance brought a cat in this car?”

Jumin tilted his eyebrow of the actor’s random question. With a long pause from deep of thought, he finally answer as if he remember something;

“Now that you mention it, I did brought Elizabeth the 3rd here this morning.”

“..who’s that?”

Jumin takes out his cellphone from his pocket and shows the actor a picture of white, persian cat.

“The most beautiful creature of all.”

“Gaah!! I should’ve known since my allergic triggered of that furball!” Zen exclaimed, hiding his eyes as if he was blinded from the radiant of light.

“Don’t speak rudely about Elizabeth the 3rd.”

“As if I care! -achoo!- Driver! Pull over! -achoo!-”

“Do you even know where you are? I doubt you would be there in time knowing your motorcycle is not with you.”

"Hah! I rather walking until midnight instead of staying of this car with full of freakin furball’s hairㅡ" And just before Zen could finish his sentences, he could feel a warmth embracing close to his body. His allergic has been forgotten there somehow. But it filled with shock and confusion this time.

“Feeling better?” Jumin whispered closed to the actor’s ear. He was very close to his personal space. So close until he could hear the other male’s calm heart-beating. Feel the warmth and feeling secure as well from his well-built body and what’s worst, the cologne he’s wearing now is very suffocating for the actor as he couldn’t even breathe properly.

What..what is he thinking he’s doing?

Zen hates to admit himself but although he appreciate of the other man’s help(in such a weird way), but this doesn’t help him anything at all! Why’s his heart is pumping so hard as if it’s gonna explode by now?

Thankfully everything’s comes to an end when the car started to halt, Zen knows that they finally arrived to his work place, which the albino quickly shoved off the other male away from his personal spaxe and kicked the damn door to leave there as soon as possible.

“Hyun,”

Zen stopped from mid-walking when the trustfund jerk rolled his name with his graceful tongue. The albino took a glanced on him, regretfully not walking away from that bastard.

“Aren’t you suppose to say something to me?”

That smirk.

That damn and snarky smirk!

He knew that he should’ve just pretend not hearing anything!

Goddamn.. just what’s up with this guy anyway? Does he has to treat him that way? He’s a new member of RFA afterall. That jerk should’ve welcomed him properly or treat him like a junior who still needs to learn for the first time.

He should treat the albino in a gentle way.

…Actually, wait, that feels wrong.

Twitching his left eye in annoyance, he took a deep breathe and,

“As if I’m gonna say thank you to a trustfund jerk like you! And fyi, it’s Zen!”

Zen slammed the door as hard as he could do. He could’ve sworn he can just hear that bastard’s chuckle in his head by now.

When the Driver Kim had drove away, the albino goes back to his work place

With a very foul mood; his argument with the other arrogant actors had been forgotten. But instead, it was about that Han fuckin Jumin.

If he had known there’s such a jerk in the RFA sooner, he should haven’t join it by now.

…

Well, then again, the albino did say that he willingly to join it because he wants to change something different in his life.

…

Don’t tellㅡ that jerk’s the one that could actually change his life in a different way?

No, no, no… he shouldn’t have thinking it too much. There’s no fuckin way his life would change soon thanks to that trustfund jerk.

Argh.. goddammit.. Dammit all.. stop, just stop. Enough thinking about him anymore. He would ended up getting too exhausted for the next practice then.

Once he had enough sleep, he would act whatever happened between them nothing’s happened. ..Or so he thought.

The very next day, Zen could feel his phone made a vibration.

He unlocked his screen phone and checked there’s a few messages from an unknown sender. But its profile picture looks like a white, persian furball, which looks familiar.

Gaaah.. just staring at it longer really made his nose feeling slightly itchy again. Out of all picture its has to pick the disgusting furball..

Trying to ignored its profile picture, Zen started to read what’s the messages written;

???: You know, I’ve been thought of this for a while since yesterday.

???: Would you willingly to become a model for a cat commercial.

???: It suits you, meow.

“Achoo!”

What the hell? That’s the first thing this sender say.

..No. Could it be its giving a wrong person.

Maybe he should try..

ZEN: Are you sending a wrong number by any chance?

Send.

Waiting around a few minutes later then, a new message came.

???: I am sure I’m not, Zen.

ZEN: Wait, don’t tell me you’re

???: Yes. I am Jumin Han,

ZEN: Stop! Stop! I’ve heard enough of your introducing yesterday!

???: Then why would you still calls me ‘jerk’?

ZEN: BECAUSE I HAVE REASONS!!

ZEN: And more importantly, how did you even get my number…?

ZEN: Don’t tell me V gives my number to you.

???: Every RFA member have everyone’s number, meow.

ZEN: DON’T MEOW TO ME

ZEN: THAT DOESN’T SUIT YOU AT ALL.

ZEN: Did you actually find my allergic pleasure to you???

???: Hmm.. Maybe?

ZEN: …

???: So, about the cat commercialㅡ

Couldn’t take any longer Zen eventually turn off his phone.

Gaaah… it’s in the middle early morning, yet this stuck-up jerk has a time to tease him.

Dammit.. Dammit all..

Things couldn’t get any worst is it?