Day 4
(Implied intercourse at the end!)
Jumin woke up early the next morning. Zen was still fast asleep, his ears and tail still out. Jumin looked over, and Elizabeth the Third was still fast asleep on her perch, on top of her pink satin pillow. Jumin smiled softly. He looked down back at Zen, and curiosity got the better of him. He reached slightly, and started to scratch behind Zen’s ears. After a while, Jumin heard a deep, rumbling sound coming from Zen.
My God. The man was purring.
Jumin stopped after a while, and Zen started to wake up.
“Why’d you stoooop?” he yawned.
“You liked that?” Jumin asked, a smirk playing on his lips.
“You still can’t tell anyone,” Zen said, sitting up.
“I know, I know. Now, do you want me to drive you to your house? Today is their wedding,” Jumin said.
“Yes. I had something ready for it. I’ll just wait until you get dressed, though,” Zen yawned.
“I was going to take a shower, first. Care to join me?” Jumin asked.
“Can’t get enough of me, can you?” Zen smirked, getting off the bed.
“And here I thought cats hate water,” Jumin retorted.
“Not this one,” Zen winked.
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At the ceremony, Zen had to admit, Seven could clean up nice. MC looked stunning in her dress. She had opted out of the traditional white, instead wearing a gorgeous red dress that was light and flowy, and she was holding a bouquet of yellow flowers. Seven was wearing a sharp-looking white suit, and the love he held in his eyes for MC, was the same love Zen saw in MCs eyes for Seven, and Jumin’s eyes for him.
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At the reception, as the two were eating, Jumin reached his hand out to Zen under the table. Zen grasped it, and the two simed at each other.
“So. How long have you been together?” Seven asked, coming over. The two jumped. MC giggled behind him.
“Seven, I told you not to act so bluntly about it,” she said.
“Couldn’t help it,” Seven shrugged.
“About a few weeks,” Zen finally answered.
“We didn’t want to take the attention away from you two,” Jumin said.
“That’s really sweet. I hope you guys are really happy together,” MC smiled. A song started to play.
“Oh, babe! It’s our song!” Seven exclaimed, taking MCs hand, and practically dragging her to the dance floor.
“Do you want to dance?” Jumin asked.
“I’d love to,” Zen smiled.
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It had been a few months since then. Zen had spent many nights over at Jumin’s mansion, and frankly, Jumin felt he was getting obsessed with the man.
Everything he did. Every movement he made. Every beautiful inch of his body.
Him yelling out his name in pure pleasure. Being breathless after the fact. Kissing his cherry-sweet lips.
He felt himself getting jealous every time Zen got fan mail, proclaiming their undying love for him. Zen assured him they were just fans, yet Jumin couldn’t shake the feeling.
He’d have to make Zen his.
By any means necessary.