Hello! So last chapter, Zen woke up having completely forgotten about the passionate night he shared with Jumin! But, it seems he remembered quite clearly in his shower when he got home... What will he do about it? Continue reading to find out ;3

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Zen hastily got dressed and dried off, pacing around his apartment for hours, debating what was the best thing he could do in this situation. He couldn't come to a clear decision, and out of sheer frustration with himself, he ran outside, hailing a taxi, hopping inside. He was frantic to get to Jumin's house, to say something, anything, anything at all to explain himself.

He gave the taxi some cash, quickly stating he didn't need the change, running as quickly as he could into the penthouse. The guards recognized him, so they let him by without question, probably also encouraged by how disheveled he looked. He anxiously tapped his foot in the elevator, watching as the numbers slowly rose, chewing his lip harshly between his teeth.

He stumbled out of it as soon as the doors opened, running down the hall and banging on the door to Jumin's penthouse. A few seconds later the door was swung open aggressively, revealing an unkempt Jumin Han- hair an absolute mess, dark circles under his eyes, his shirt far from properly buttoned or ironed out. He hadn't even lifted his head or opened his eyes to see who was standing in the doorway before him, anger written on his features, his brows pressing his eyes closed.

"What in God's name could you possibly need from me this late at ni-"

Zen stepped forwards, cutting him off by pressing their lips together quickly, his hands framing his face sweetly. Jumin was clearly caught off guard, stumbling back a few steps in surprise before catching himself, his hands gripping Zen's shoulders firmly. Zen pulled away sheepishly, looking into his eyes with embarrassment.

"...i remembered."

Jumin blinked at him slowly, his aggressive grip on his arms loosening.

"..You did?"

Zen nodded softly, rubbing his wrist softly. Jumin searched his face gingerly, watching for any sign of apprehension.

"And you... Are okay with that?"

Zen blushed, nodding again, his gaze glued onto the floor between them.

"Yeah... I wanted to apologize. I... I probably seemed like the biggest dickhead yesterday, forgetting all that, and I-"

He gasped as Jumin suddenly pushed him back against the wall, a pleased smile on his lips, accompanied by a warm glint in his eye.

"You're always the biggest dickhead."

Zen smiled, relief washing over him. He wrapped his arms around Jumin's neck, leaning his forehead against his, his eyes trailing down along his tender lips.

"You're one to talk."

Jumin brought their lips together sweetly, his tongue running gently along his lower lip, meeting Zen's own. Their moans mingled together harmoniously inside their mouths, arms pulling each other closer together, the heat rising in the room quickly. Jumin kissed down along Zen's jaw, sucking softly below his ear, at which Zen whimpered softly, sliding his hands into Jumin's hair, tugging lightly at it.

"What do you want to do?" Jumin whispered huskily into his ear, his hands trailing along Zen's slender waist. Zen let out a shuddery breath, his eyes half-lidded as he looked at the raven-haired man, a small smile crawling onto his own lips as he did so.

"Show me what I deserve."

Jumin smiled, a soft flush appearing on his cheeks at his words. He leaned in, kissing his lips softly before picking him up in his arms, Zen's legs automatically wrapping around his waist. Jumin walked towards the bed, his smile never breaking as he stared into Zen's eyes.

"Whatever the prince wishes."

Zen blushed as he was set down upon the bed, Jumin's hands immediately sliding up under his shirt, pulling it lovingly from his body, tossed aside to be found later. Jumin leaned down, kissing tenderly along his collarbones, making sweet trails down his chest, licking fervently at his nipples. Zen twitched in a needy fashion beneath him, his head thrown back, soft gasps echoing from his lips. He could feel Jumin's lips curl up into a grin as he continued his attack on his upper body, enjoying the sight of him squirming in want.

Jumin sat up for a moment, discarding of his own shirt, making his way to lean back down over Zen, but was surprised as Zen suddenly flipped them, straddling his hips, his silver hair tickling Jumin's shoulder as he looked down at him. Zen blushed softly, running his thumb along Jumin's cheek gently.

"I.. I want to make it up to you. I want to make you feel good, too."

Jumin smiled, stroking his wrist warmly, placing a soft kiss on his palm.

"If you wish."

Zen sat back on his knees, undoing the button on Jumin's pants, pulling softly at the zipper, shimmying them down his hips. He dropped them onto the floor, subconsciously licking his lips as he looked over Jumin's body. Jumin smiled, nudging him with his knee.

"I assume you appreciate what you see?"

Zen blushed, glaring at him a bit before he leaned down, kissing along the hem of Jumin's boxers. Jumin's eyes fluttered closed, his head leaning back ever so slightly. Zen hovered above the bulge in his underwear for a moment, watching his expression as he bent down, kissing at his head through the fabric, triumph flowing through him as Jumin moaned low in his throat, his brows coming together in pleasure.

Zen looped his fingers through the band of his boxers, pulling them down and off of his legs, immediately wrapping a hand around Jumin's cock, giving it a few slow strokes. Jumin sighed through his lips, his silvery eyes a rich, dark onyx as they stared at him with need. Zen smiled as he crouched over him, licking slowly at the head, swirling his tongue around it. Jumin's mouth hung open slightly, his hips stuttering at the new sensation. Zen took his head in his mouth completely, moving down to take his whole cock into his mouth, humming in appreciation as Jumin moaned, feeling his head hit Zen's throat.

"God, Hyun..."

Zen bobbed his head up and down along his length, running his hands up along his thighs, making a point to flick his gaze upwards to meet Jumin's often, humming loudly around his cock. Jumin was panting now, trying his best to hold back from thrusting up into the warmth of Zen's mouth. He brought his hands up to Zen's head, lacing his fingers into his hair, pulling at the silver strands, groaning darkly as Zen whimpered at the sensation.

"Hyun, I'm.. Getting close.."

He responded without hesitation, picking up his pace, sucking harder at the tip, flattening his tongue along the base of his cock, bringing up a teasing hand to circle around Jumin's entrance. Jumin couldn't hold back anymore, all of the sensations pushing him over the edge, his hips stuttering upwards as he came into Zen's mouth. Zen swallowed it all hungrily, milking it from the tip of Jumin's cock, his tongue swirling around it wantonly. He pulled off, crawling back up so he was face to face with Jumin, smiling softly at him.

"How was that?"

Jumin smiled warmly, pulling him down towards him.

"Shut up."

He brought their lips together, moaning as he tasted his cum on Zen's tongue, the tastes blending together in the best of ways. He wrapped his arms around Zen's waist, flipping them over again, smiling down at Zen lovingly.

"Do you want to do this?"

Zen smiled, running his hands down Jumin's arms.

"If you've got the stamina to do it."

Jumin's eyes narrowed, his smile growing wider.

"Now you're just making it a challenge."

Zen laughed softly, trailing his fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Well, prove to me that you can do it, Mr. Trust fund."

Jumin smiled, shaking his head as he reached over to the bedside table, much like the previous night, slathering the lube onto his fingers. He reached down between Zen's legs, circling a finger at his entrance, pushing the tip inside softly. Zen closed his eyes in content, a small sigh trailing from his lips at the contact. Jumin placed hot, open-mouthed kisses along his shoulders and neck as he pressed another finger inside, sliding them into his ass in constant, steady rhythm.

"How does that feel, Hyun?"

"Mm, feels good.." Zen spoke lightly, his voice full of warmth and wistfulness. Jumin leaned their foreheads together, watching his gaze as he pressed in a third finger, moaning along with Zen as he whimpered, his mouth hanging open in ecstasy.

He pumped his hand steadily, placing tender kisses upon Zen's lips, waiting until he felt Zen was ready. He pulled back, stroking his hand along his hard-again cock, pressing it at Zen's entrance, their gazes never leaving as he pressed inside, his lip caught between his teeth at the warmth. Zen whimpered, his eyes glassy as he stared up at Jumin, his legs wrapping around his hips, pulling him in faster, eliciting a moan from Jumin's lips.

Their hips met, Jumin completely sheathed inside of Zen's ass, his hands on either side of his face, Zen's hands tangled into Jumin's hair, pulling at it with need.

"Jumin," His voice was breaking with want, his lip quivering as he spoke, "Fuck me."

Jumin growled low in his throat, his hips snapping to life, slamming inside Zen's ass with fervor, causing the man to throw his head back in pleasure, his legs pushing Jumin, meeting his thrusts. Zen dragged his nails down Jumin's back, whining as the bed creaked around them.

"Ah, Jumin, fuck..."

"Does that feel good, Hyun?" He angled his hips, slamming hard into him again, hitting directly against his prostate, a dark smile on his lips as Zen screamed uncontrollably, his eyes watering at the intense sensation, "Does it?"

"Fuck, oh god- Oh god- Yes.. Yes, It feels good-!"

Jumin continued to pound inside of him, using one hand as leverage on his hips, the other stroking Zen's cock steadily, his lip caught between his teeth as he fucked him. Zen was gripping the sheets in ecstasy, moaning unabashedly, his chest heaving.

"Fuck, Jumin- I'm close, god- I'm so close-"

Jumin pressed inside him as fast as he could go, the sound of their skin smacking together echoing around them, the heat emanating from their bodies causing an inferno of passion and need. Jumin stroked his thumb over the slit of Zen's cock, rubbing it there softly, staring down at him with a heavy gaze.

"Do it, Hyun."

Zen cried out, his hips quaking as he came, spilling out white hot over Jumin's fingers, trailing down onto their hips, the sensation pushing Jumin over the edge. He moaned as he slammed inside one last time, his cum streaming out into Zen's ass, filling him up deep inside. He laid down over him, nuzzling his face into Zen's neck, both taking a moment to allow their breathing to even out.

Zen wrapped Jumin up in his arms, holding him warmly against his chest, trailing his fingers down along his spine slowly, listening to the slow breaths falling from his lips.

"Hey... Hyun?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't forget this time."

Zen rolled his eyes, sighing loudly.

"Jumin, I swear to god-"

He stopped mid-sentence as Jumin pulled him closer, burying his face into his neck, his voice small as he spoke.

"I'm serious."

Zen didn't speak, completely floored at the vulnerability Jumin had just displayed, something he had never seen, nor ever expected to see in his life. He put his arms back around him, holding him tightly, leaning his head against Jumin's own, closing his eyes softly.

"I won't."

They laid in the silence for some time, allowing their emotions to settle before speaking.

"Jumin?"

"Mm?"

"What does this mean?"

Jumin looked up at him, a single eyebrow raised.

"What, not forgetting?"

Zen rolled his eyes at him, fighting a smile on his lips.

"Not that- us.. Us being together."

Jumin blinked at him slowly before smiling gently, tilting his head at him.

"I suppose it would mean we are boyfriends if we are intimate and have feelings for each other."

Zen blushed, a scowl forming on his face.

"I don't wanna say that about you."

Jumin's smile spread wider, leaning in to kiss his forehead, his breath trickling along Zen's skin there.

"Then I will," He kissed down Zen's nose, meeting his lips, a smile in his eyes, "I love you, my boyfriend."

Zen blushed wildly, looking away from his gaze.

"Shut up."

Jumin laughed a bit, burying his face back into Zen's neck. Zen didn't speak as he played with Jumin's hair slowly, trailing his fingers through the dark locks, eyes trailing over the man in his arms.

"I guess i like you a little..."

"What was that?"

"Nothing- forget it!"

END.

And that's it for "Hazy"! I hope you guys enjoyed this fic :3 I know it was basically just 3-chapter smut but idk I liked the idea so hERE YA GO HAVE IT ENJOY IT ~

Love you all!

~Pixil-8