A Mystic Messenger fanfic by farleythewill; source HERE. Please follow the link and drop him some kudos if you like it!
As the two of you sit on the opposite side of Jumin's desk, you debate on how well a bakery cafe would be, as a business. After a bit of arm twisting (and a bit of sweet talking involving Elizabeth 3rd,) you and Jaehee get the news of a lifetime, finally gaining ground on your new life together. Meanwhile, Saeran's plan for Zen is unfolding, showing a different side of the white-haired performer...
More Than Friendship...
Chapter 10: The Loan and The Ice Cream
"Jumin Han. The man. The myth. The bastard. I still remember how you treated Jaehee while she was working under you. Don't think that I've forgotten...I understand that you swallowed your pride for the party, but you still seem like the same old boss you were two months ago. I also understand how you felt because of the news on V...but still, I don't think I can completely forgive you for what you did to her..." you think to yourself, looking Jumin straight in his cold, black eyes.
"...I see you two are doing well. Granted, your attire doesn't appeal to the topic at hand," Jumin states, coldly, noticing your bland attire. Jaehee huffs at him, attempting to defend you. "Jumin, she's dressed just fine. I told her that she can come dressed like that, even though she was going to change," she hissed, forcing you to place a small grin on your face.
"And how about how you're dressed, Jaehee? You look like a seventy's television wife," Jumin lets out, softly laughing. You stand up quickly, your small hands tucked into fists. "H-hey! Don't make fun of how she looks, Jumin! She looks incredible right now! God...," you finish, sitting back down, crossing your arms. Jaehee giggles, playfully pushing your shoulder. "Now, now...let's not make a fuss about how we're dressed. Let's just get straight to the point," she said, smiling.
"Of course, I was kidding, Jaehee. I didn't intend to discourage your new life...but you are right, let's get down to it. You're here to talk about the business you two want to open, and wish to obtain a loan from me, correct," Jumin asks, adjusting his tie.
Both you and Jaehee nod in unison, your arms still crossed. "Yes," Jaehee begins, "We wish to open a bakery cafe. As I told this one at the party, I don't intend it to be a big, booming business. I just want us to have a happy, little life together, with the bakery as our job. One that can bring both of us happiness, without the strain of deadlines."
"Yeah," you continue, "we want to create an atmosphere that is relaxing. Let's say that if you had a tiring day, and just need to wind down, and enjoy life, they can come to our place, and drown those tears of torment with our delicious coffee, scrumptious bread, and delicate desserts...oh...did I get a little too informal with that? S-sorry..." you finish, looking down, embarrassed. You then look up at Jaehee, who's blushing a bit, after hearing your awkward, yet passionate, words. "What she said," Jaehee says, turning to look at Jumin, who seems to have a slight displeased look.
"Hmm...I don't like that train of thought. You cannot successfully have a business if you don't see profit," he states, with a frown, "if you want to start a bakery, you need to focus on branding, how to gather customers, advertising, so on and so forth...just having a simple, relaxing atmosphere won't make you money. I hope you haven't forgotten the importance of making money, Jaehee."
Jaehee shakes her head, a stern look on her face. "I don't care about making money, Jumin," she begins, "All that matters is that we enjoy our work. I'm sure that whomever enters our bakery cafe, we will be able to put a smile on their face. Be it with our coffee, our food, or our hospitality, we will create a place that people can enjoy themselves." You blush, admiring her determination.
Jumin closes his eyes, as if he was thinking. After a few seconds, you decide to chime in, smiling. "Hey, Jumin..." you begin, catching his attention, as he opens his eyes to look towards you, "how about...if you let us have this loan, then we will create a dessert in honor of Elizabeth 3rd. Does that sound like a plan?"
Jaehee quickly turns her head, shocked by your statement, "U-uhm, what did you say?! Why does that cat have to get involved with this?!"
"Easy, silly, " you continue, smiling, "Jumin is clearly hesitant at the moment. I'm sure that he will lean towards this proposal if he is able to invest in it with more than just money. Having a dessert created in honor of Elizabeth 3rd will mean that he has creative control on what it is. Granted...it does have to be something that us humans can eat, but still...I think it will be fun."
"Dammit dammit dammit dammit, I hate this idea! Now I'm the one swallowing my pride...but it's to make my love's dream come true. I know how passionate she is about coffee, and we both love desserts, so...if we have to do this...then dammit, we will do it. It's all for you, Jae..." you ponder to yourself, widening your semi-fake smile.
As soon as you realize, you see a small, white puff of fur pop out from Jumin's desk. You focus your attention to the white fluff, it's pure, blue eyes transcending into yours.
"Oh, hello, Elizabeth 3rd. Did we wake you from your nap? I apologize..." Jumin says, petting the soft, white fur of his cat.
Shortly after receiving pets from her owner, Elizabeth 3rd walks across the desk, looking over at Jaehee, softly meowing into her direction, attempting to jump into her lap. You quickly look at your partner's face, which is full of terror and sorrow. "N-no, Elizabeth 3rd! Not on my new clothes! Not my new look!"
Just as Jaehee begins to panic, shielding herself with her arms, you snap your fingers, gaining the attention of the cat. "H...hello, Elizabeth 3rd. I believe this is the first time we've met. May I...pet you?"
Elizabeth 3rd meows in curiosity, slowly walking towards your direction, hesitant on your extended hand. She sniffs it a bit, then after a few seconds, begins to nuzzle your hand. You gently place the palm of your hand onto her head, lightly scratching behind her ears, which causes the cat to purr immensely. You notice Jumin watching you, a small smile forming from his lips, admiring the scene.
"Well...it's rare for Elizabeth 3rd to show affection towards someone so easily. Maybe because it's you...I mean, you were able to steal my assistant away easily, so it makes sense," he states, softly laughing. You look into Jumin's eyes, still petting the cat, your gentle fingertips brushing against her spine, stroking the hair on her back.
"You know, I didn't steal her away from you. I simply wished for her to do what makes her happy. Granted, I had the help of Seven and Zen, but I was able to help Jaehee break away from the hold you had on her...or, in all actuality, we were able to give her the strength to do it herself," you reply, a small grin showing from your innocent face. In the corner of your eye, you catch Jaehee's narrowed eyes, her soft smile on her face, as if she is remembering all the support that you gave her during her most troubled times.
Jumin begins to laugh, causing both of you to look towards him, in confusion. "Uhm...did I say something funny, Jumin," you ask, bewildered.
Shaking his head, Jumin extends his hand out, immediately catching the attention of his cat, causing her to move towards his touch diligently, rubbing her head against his palm. "You know...you really would have been a good assistant..." he says, sharply looking into your eyes, which catches Jaehee's attention.
"Gosh, you're still going on about that? You knew well enough that she didn't want to have that position. You even knew about the proposal I was going to give to her, and yet, you still attempted to abduct her. Jumin, really...you have no class," she said, closing her eyes, facing away from the black-haired man. Your blush intensifies a bit, hearing her defense towards you.
"Yes, I am aware...and I do apologize about that. Like I told you, my dear, I was going through a difficult time because of what V told me...I was just stating a fact, that yes, you would have been a good assistant. Instead, you're going to be a lowly baker, working alongside a great worker and partner," Jumin said pleasantly, pulling his drawer open with his free hand.
You were about to say something snippy in Jaehee's defense, but something stopped you. "Wait...lowly baker? Does...does that mean..." you trail off, hope returning to your eyes.
Jumin pulls a checkbook out from the drawer, smiling. "As long as I get to design the structure of Elizabeth 3rd's dessert, then yes. I will go ahead and give you two the loan. I've already looked into the average starting cost of cafes opening around the area, and came up with a fair amount."
As he begins to write a check out, you quickly turn your head towards Jaehee's face, seeing her bright, happy look. The same look that always greets you every morning. The same look that she gave you when she handed you the key to her house. You place your hands onto her armrest, leaning towards her. "We did it, Jae," you say to her, quietly.
You start to notice small tears falling down her cheeks, as her hands fall on top of yours, gripping them tightly, as she leans towards your face, causing you to blush even more. "Yes, yes we did...and it's all thanks to you, my dear..."
Jumin finishes writing the check, but notices how the two of you are acting, and a small smile forms from his lips. "Well, well...perhaps I was wrong about you two. I was thinking that Jaehee was only wanting a business partner...but, it does seem that she has found something more. More than a partner, and more than a friend...I'm still upset over the fact that these two women in front of me decided to not be my assistant...but I can't shake the feeling that I have no choice but to feel happy for these two. The only thing that will make me sad is the possibility of the lack of money they can receive...but I know I can't argue that towards them. They've already made their stand. Besides...because of them, and because of Seven's interference, I was able to get a car exactly like Seven's...the one I wrecked...and the kind I drive now." he thinks, slowly petting the back of Elizabeth 3rd, her thin, white strands floating in the air, catching Jumin's attention.
"...here you go, ladies. I will let Mr. Kim know that you are leaving, so he may see you out," Jumin says, picking up his phone. Before he was able to dial a number, you look towards him, with a slight confused look, still holding onto Jaehee's hands.
"Uhm, Jumin...aren't you talking about Yoosung? Well, he's in a meeting that you told him to be in...by the way, why is he here," you ask, still wondering why the first person you two saw from the elevator is the last person you'd expect to see there.
"Hmm...I don't have to answer that question, but since I know how you operate, I have no choice. About a month ago, I was still unable to find a replacement for Jaehee. I logged onto the messenger, and noticed that Yoosung was wanting to...how did he put it...'place himself into society.' At that moment, I wondered how well he would be as an assistant, so I told him that he would start his internship immediately. Of course, I promised to pay him for it, and started him as a temporary assistant for me, until I found a new one...and so far, no such luck," Jumin finishes up.
Jaehee stands up, taking the check, bowing at Jumin. "Thank you, sir. We promise to pay you back as quickly as we can. You won't regret this decision, Jumin," she says, happily. You quickly stand up as well, stretching. "Yeah, thanks," you begin, "we'll make sure to make you happy! Don't forget to come up with an idea for that dessert! Also, in regards of Yoosung...don't work him too hard. Give him some days off...maybe even some holidays."
You notice Jumin's eye twitch, which causes you to put a pleasant smile on your face. "...please, be on your way. Good luck, ladies," he says, his eye still twitching.
"Hey, Jae," you ask, following Jaehee out of Jumin's office, "do you remember all the bickering that you two did about the cat hotel presentation?"
Jaehee's eyes widen slightly, looking upwards, recalling her past. "Yeah...I do. It felt so good to rebel against him that day. And what made me especially happy was that you were in the chatroom to witness it. I guess, deep down, I wanted to show you the true me at that point...so with you logging in at that exact moment, it was the best thing ever..."
You giggle at her statement, gently pushing against her shoulder. "I always knew that you had it in you! I mean, I know Zen and Seven helped out a lot, but I felt a deep amount of pride seeing you act that way. I was so happy to log in that day, really..."
As the two of you enter the elevator, the door closes and the both of you exhale air, sighing in unison. "Well, Jae...we got the money. Now we can start our dream! What do we want to do next? Aside from the ice cream, of cour-"
You stop mid-sentence, as Jaehee quickly wraps her arms around your waist, pulling your body closer to hers, as she quickly picks you up, spinning you around. "God, I'm so happy right now," she lets out, beaming with delight, "I was worried there for a second, but you helped me out...like you always do! And that idea of having Jumin create a dessert...I didn't like it at first, but it helped out! I didn't want to make a huge scene afterwards, so that's why I waited to get into the elevator to show you how happy I am!"
You begin to tear up, vastly enjoying how happy she is, her hair swaying as she twirls you around. Your heart is racing from her actions, causing you to blush uncontrollably. Jaehee takes notice of your blush, and stops spinning. "Oh...did I spin you too much? I-I'm sorry..."
You shake your head, softly. "No, Jae, you didn't spin me too much. I'm just so happy to see how delighted you are. I wanted to get that money, which is why I came up with the idea of the dessert. I knew this was your dream...our dream...so I wanted to do everything I could to have it happen. Hell, I even got Elly's attention because I didn't want her to ruin your clothes."
Jaehee smiles back, her eyes narrowed again, as she leans in, pressing her forehead against yours, causing your blush to intensify. "My dear...thank you, so much..."
"I...I can feel her breathing...I can smell her perfume perfectly...this is the first time we were really this close...I can tell that our lips are just inches away from each other...God...why is this happening? I...I just want to push my lips against hers, and stay that way forever and ever..." you think to yourself, looking deep into Jaehee's trance, her amber eyes glowing with love.
The elevator door dings, causing the two of you to panic, breaking away from each others grasp, straightening your clothes. "I...I'm sorry if that got a bit weird. I couldn't help myself..." Jaehee said, softly, blushing deeply.
You shake your head, smiling back. "It's okay, Jae...I enjoyed every second of it," you responded, your smile quickly turning to a smirk. Jaehee smiles back, her eyes glistening in the light from your words.
"Well...at least that makes me feel better. I swear, I was about to kiss her...but the fear of her rejection kept me from doing so. Maybe next time, when we have a moment like this..." Jaehee thinks, her heart racing as fast as yours, if not faster.
The two of them walk out of the building, exchanging glances of affection towards each other, as they climb into the car. "I never knew that elevators could get so stuffy...huh, Jaehee," you ask, smiling. She smiles back, starting the engine, putting the car into drive, and head off towards the grocery store.
"Well, there was nothing wrong with the ventilation. Perhaps it was our happiness that caused it," Jaehee responded, grinning. You blush from her statement, understanding that the two of you were the real cause of it.
"S-so, we're going to go get ice cream, right," you ask, leaning your head to the side of the car seat, looking towards Jaehee's direction. She turns her head slightly, nodding, patting your head. "Yes, we're going to go get ice cream. God...you're so cute when you're wanting something so badly..."
Your face feels flushed, her words causing you to cross your arms, pouting your lips. "You know...just because you're older than me, doesn't mean you can sound like a mother."
Jaehee blushes, then giggles at your whining. "Yes, I'm older, but that shouldn't matter on anything. I'm still me, and you're still you. I just think it's cute that you want ice cream this much..."
As the car pulls up to the grocery store, the two of you climb out, your arms still crossed, pouting. "...I really want that ice cream, Jae..."
Jaehee laughs, placing her arm around your shoulder. "I know, I know...and you think I'm acting like a mother...right now, you're acting like a child. How else am I supposed to act," she asks, giggling.
You sigh, letting your arms drop down to your sides. "You're right...I guess it's because I want to know what your favorite flavor is," you finish, slightly blushing.
Jaehee smiles, gently squeezing your shoulder, pulling your body closer to hers. "And now, you will be able to find out...wait, I have a better idea! Why not you pick a pint of your favorite flavor, buy it, and I'll go get my favorite, and buy it afterwards, so we can keep it a secret until we get home?!"
Your eyes widen, your smile ear to ear. "Oh my God, Jaehee...that's brilliant! I'll go get it right away! You say right here, and no peeking," you say, quickly moving towards the frozen section.
"My dear...why do you have to be so adorable? So loving? And...what made you so interested in me in the first place? Is it because I'm a woman? ...no, that can't be it...there have been times when she first showed up that she would flirt with Zen, Yoosung, and Seven...but she mainly said nice, positive things towards me. Maybe that was a form of flirtation? I remember Zen putting into the chat room that she only acts the way she does towards me...was I really that interesting to her? Well...I'm thankful for it, regardless. She was, in fact, the one that got me away from Jumin's work space. And now...two months after the party...she's the love of my life...or, maybe...I fell for her the day before the party. I know that was the day my feelings began to change. I did think of her as a dear friend, even telling her that my liking her wasn't romantic...but, maybe...it was..." Jaehee ponders, looking away from the registers.
"Okay, Jae! I got mine! How about you getting yours," you say brightly, startling Jaehee, causing her to jump a little, causing a small yip to escape her mouth.
"D-don't scare me like that...but yes, I'll go ahead and get it. Do you want to wait in the car while I do so," she asks, looking you in the eyes, smiling.
You smile back, nodding. "Sure, that sounds alright! Just don't take too long. I don't want this to melt!"
As Jaehee hands you the keys, you turn to walk out of the grocery store, opening the door to the car, and climb in, closing the door behind you. "Jaehee...you're so wonderful...I'm so glad to be a part of your life...and I can't wait for the day that we get to be a couple...I know it will happen one day. Maybe not tomorrow, and maybe not next week. But eventually, I want to be able to hold you in my arms, kiss you, and tell you every second of my life that I love you...though, I know that it will have to be kept private. I don't want people to think differently of us..." you ponder, hearing Jaehee enter the car.
"Okay, hun! Let's head home and eat this delicious ice cream together! We can even put a movie in...and this time, it doesn't have to be a musical of Zen's," she says, forcing a small smile onto your face.
"That sounds like fun! Eating ice cream on the couch, watching a movie, snuggling with each other..." you trail off, blushing. Jaehee notices the blush, which, in turn, causes her to blush as well. "...Y-yes. That does sound nice. Your warmth always comforts me...and since it's an important day for us both, we can snuggle all we want. No limits," she finishes, blushing even more.
You giggle, feeling your blush intensify, matching Jaehee's own. "I...I want that. Very much. Even more than ice cream..."
After a few minutes of playful talk, the two of you pull up to the house, exiting the car, and walk towards the door leading inside from the garage. "I think I'm going to go change. I don't want ice cream to drip on this outfit..." Jaehee says. You smile back, nodding in agreement. "I'll go change, too. I'm fairly certain that some of Elizabeth's hair got on me."
After saying that, Jaehee turns to inspect your clothes, causing you to blush. "J-Jae! What are you doing?"
"I'm just making sure...since I've dealt with her for over two years, I can spot a C-Hair from a mile away...luckily, you seem good. But, if you still want to change, I won't stop you. It's getting late, anyways. Perhaps getting into my pajamas would be a good choice...why not wear yours," she asks, tilting her head.
"O-okay...sounds like a plan," you let out, weakly, remember what kind of clothing Jaehee wears for pajamas. As the two of you part ways to your own rooms, you smile, carrying the bag of ice cream with you. You open the door to your room, closing it behind you, place the bag onto your bed, and begin to undress. "Hmm...should I wear something to get her attention? ...Nah, not yet. I think a soft, loose nightshirt and a pair of shorts will work just fine..." you softly say, changing into your night clothes.
As you leave your room to make your way towards the living room, you pass by a frame on the wall, a frame that you never saw before, next to the picture of you and Jaehee, that she hung up shortly after moving in. Your eyes widen when you realize that the artwork in the new frame...was the picture you painted for Jaehee. You began to tear up, a soft smile appearing on your face. "Jae...you didn't have to do that..."
Your body jolts when you feel a soft hand wrap around your side, as you turn your head to see Jaehee gingerly placing her head onto your shoulder. "I wanted to get it professionally framed. They told me that with all of the protective measures, that this piece will stay the same for countless years. Since it's your first true gift to me...I wanted to make sure that nothing happened to it for a good, long time," Jaehee says, her words as soft as her skin.
You close your eyes, leaning your head against Jaehee's, which causes her to blush slightly. "Thank you, Jae. You always know how to make my heart melt..."
Jaehee's blush intensifies, hearing your words. "Making your heart...melt...I like that. I'll keep doing things to make your heart feel that way, okay?"
You smile back, following Jaehee out to the living room. You notice her attire, causing you to blush a bit more: a pair of shorts, a bit shorter than yours, and a tank top. Nothing more, nothing less. To someone else, this seemed boring, but to you, it meant that more of Jaehee's beautiful body was being shown, causing your heart to race. "Jaehee, you always wore just regular shirts to bed, like mine. Why did you choose a tank top?"
Jaehee continued to walk forward, not revealing the intensified blush on her face. "W-well, I just felt that since today is an important day, I needed to change something. Besides, I want to feel more comfortable around you, so...that's why I chose it."
Your smile widens, giggling. "Well, my dear, it looks beautiful on you. It might just be a simple tank top, but I like it!"
Jaehee breathes in, feeling her heart race faster from your words. "Actually, my dear...I chose this tank top because I wanted to see something...I wanted to see your reaction. Gosh...am I actually doing things like this to gain clues on your true feelings towards me? I feel pathetic...but, I feel so alive when I do so. I've never shown myself like this to anyone else in my life...you're the first one...and I hope, you're the only one...and the only one who can see more of me, in the future..." she thinks to herself, blushing. As the two of you sit down on the couch, you cuddle closer, your skin brushing against each other. "Okay, Jae...ready," you ask, opening the bag in your lap. Jaehee nods, opening her own bag. "One...two...three!"
Both of your eyes open wide, as you gaze at the pint of ice cream Jaehee pulled out: Cookies and Cream. "You...you..." you trail off, a smile spreading across your face. Jaehee's smile increases as well, seeing you hold the exact same pint. "You like Cookies and Cream too?!"
You begin to hug Jaehee tightly around her waist, nuzzling your face into her chest, causing Jaehee's face to change to a beet-red color. "H-hey! D-don't nuzzle too much, hon," she lets out, knowing that due to her tank top, a lot more cleavage from her chest was visible. You laugh, enjoying the sweet smell of her body, without a care in the world. "I'm...just so happy that we have another thing in common, Jae! I especially love the cookie part of it! It starts firm, yet delicate, but if you mix it in with the sweet cream, it becomes soft, delicious, and enjoyable," you stop, blinking your eyes, "Just...just like you."
Jaehee's heart continues to race, in which you take notice of, causing your smile to widen. "Just...just like me, huh? Well..." Jaehee then lowers her head on top of yours, gently wrapping her arms around you, "I like the cream portion. Just like in coffee, cream is important. It's smooth, delightful, and extremely sweet...just like you...oh! I thought of something!"
You look up, still smiling from her words. "Huh? What's up?"
Jaehee's eyes brighten, her face beaming. "A nickname! I've been wanting to call you something other than "hon" for awhile now...but I just figured out! 'Cream!' Can...I call you Cream, since you're so sweet, just like the sweet cream?"
You blush, then turn your body so that your back is pressed against her stomach, resting her head onto your chest, your soft, long hair brushing against her bare skin. "You can call me whatever you want...as long as I get to call you 'Cookie."
Jaehee grabs a spoon from her bag, opening up the pint of ice cream, scooping out a chunk of the dessert, and places it in front of your mouth, in which you excitingly open it for her, letting her slide the spoon in. "Of course, Cream. You may call me Cookie. In fact...I think it's a rather cute nickname for me."
You nod, enjoying the very first spoonful of love that Jaehee has given you. "Mmm...yummy! And yes, I think it's cute too, as well as Cream," you say, your mouth still allowing the ice cream to dissolve in your mouth, causing Jaehee to giggle.
"Jaehee...you're such a perfect angel right now. Please...don't ever change...every day, every minute, every second, I feel like we're getting closer and closer...I can feel it...I can feel your love. I'm still scared to actually tell you how I feel, but...how we're acting towards each other...it's almost like we've already expressed our feelings long ago...God, how long can I keep this up...I just want to tell you how much I love you...how much I've always loved you...and that I want to be your lover...forever..." you think to yourself, looking into the eyes of the most beautiful woman in the world.
After a few minutes of exchanging spoons of the delicious dessert which is now your namesake, you feel your phone vibrate. "Hmm...what's up now," you ask, pulling your phone out of your shorts pocket. Jaehee giggles, playfully dobbing a bit of ice cream onto your nose, causing you to slightly shake your head. "C-Cookie! Bad," you say, slightly slapping her knee.
You unlock your phone, just to see a message from Seven. "Huh? Seven messaged me...wait...what?!"
Jaehee's smile turns to a serious frown, looking down. "What does it say, Cream?"
"He...he wants us to come into the chat room. Apparently, Zen's in there, but he seems...off. He wants us to come in and talk, since the two of us are the closest to him," you let out, worried.
Jaehee reaches over to the armrest of the couch, where she placed her phone before sitting down. "Okay, hon. If Zen's in trouble, it's time for us to help him out, especially since he's one of the main ones that supported us."
You nod, your thumb hovering over the button to enter the chat room. All of a sudden, you feel a very bad pulse of energy hit you, as if you realized that something bad is about to happen...very soon.
"Zen...please, don't let anything bad happen to you. Whatever is happening...both of us are here for you. You're the one who helped bring Jaehee and I together like this...let's just hope...that you're alright."
One month ago...
Breathing heavily, his shirt tattered from the physical attacks given to him, Zen collapses onto his knees, blood slowly spilling from the corner of his mouth. "...you...bastard...why do you keep doing this?! I need to get out of here! I need to get back to her!"
Saeran smiles, holding a taser in one hand, and a pair of brass knuckles in the other. "Well, Hyun, it's simple. I need to beat the living hell out of you for you to realize something...I know you love her. It's plastered on your face...but you need more training. If you leave now, you wouldn't do anything else but be with her...and you need to do more than that. I know that you want to prove yourself...because you simply can't accept the fact that you lost to...what was her name...'Jaehee?'"
"S-stop it! Don't say her name around me! I'll go crazy if you do," Zen retaliates, angrily.
Saeran quickly drives his boot into Zen's chest, causing him to fall onto his back, his lungs gasping for air. "Going crazy is okay, Hyun. I know you hate to lose. That's why you're so pissed off at them. You wanted her to like you, but, instead, she ended up liking Jaehee. Then you wanted to have Jaehee's attention after you helped her out. Instead, Jaehee's attention was directed at the maiden. Just admit it...you have feelings for both of them!"
Zen began to cough up blood, slowly, painfully getting back onto his feet, his body staggering from fatigue, exhaustion, and pain. "I...I only have feelings for one of them. Jaehee...she was a good friend of mine...but it drives me crazy knowing that I lost the woman of my dreams...to her," he yells out, slamming his fist against the wall.
Saeran's smile grows wide, laughing at the pained man. "Yes, that's right! Jaehee took her away from you! You had your shot, but it blew up in your face, and Jaehee took the spoils! How does that make you feel, Hyun!?"
Zen's muscles tensed up, his teeth gritting hard against each other. "How...how I feel? You're freaking asking me how I feel? I'm pissed as all Hell, Saeran! I'm so freaking pissed at her!"
Saeran's smile lowers down to a grin, dropping his weapons onto the table. "I'm glad you're mad. That means that the transformation is going well. Let's just add another dosage to you, and you'll be able to extract your revenge on her, as well as the RFA. Eventually, everyone will join us in Magenta. Mint Eye will absorb the RFA, and it will be you fronting the lines." Saeran then grabs a needle, and injects the mysterious fluid into Zen's veins, causing him to sit down on the bed.
"...hey, Saeran...can you hand me that blade over there," Zen asks, pointing towards the table with the taser on it.
Saeran hesitates, but gets up, grabbing the knife. "If you attempt to attack me with it, you know I can kill you on the spot, so don't do anything stupid."
As Zen accepts the knife, he grabs a hold of his ponytail, and cuts through his hair cleanly. "...If I'm going to be part of your club, I might as well have a new look. The Zen that everyone knows and loves is no longer...now, a new and improved Zen rises. Everyone will love me when I'm on stage...and I will do everything in my power to have the maiden fall in love with me...anything..."
"...and no one will stop me. Not Jumin. Not Seven. Not Yoosung...and especially not...Jaehee."
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