Forgotten Memories [Zumin]

Vial 7

Song: 'Wherever You Are' by Sam Tsui

Monday Morning||Jumin's Penthouse

When Zen woke up, all he could see was a blur of a thin rectangle; a clock on the screen. Zen's alarm had gone off, and the albino sat up dazed in the king sized bed. He looked at the time only for a couple of seconds before yelling.

"AHHHH!! OHMYGOSH!!! I'M LATE FOR WORK!! I'M SO GOING TO GET FIRED OR SOMETHING FOR THIS!!" exclaimed the 24-year old, rushing to get ready.

As he did, he didn't even notice Jumin in the kitchen. He was sitting at the glass dining table, drinking a cup of coffee. Jumin only saw a blur and flash of long white hair before hearing a door slam. The black haired man got out his phone, and called Zen.

"Yes, hello?" answered Zen, picking up his cell.

"Zen, come back home."

"What? Why?! I've got work!!"

"I've contacted the director, and he said you can go back there once you get your memories back."

"My....memories? But, I need to-"

"No buts, no if's, you're coming back home, now."

"....Fine...." sighed Zen, groaning in defeat.

"Good, I'll make breakfast."

"Wait, don't you have work as well?"

"I told Mr. Chairman that I would be using my holiday days for a while..."

"Oh... Okay, then...."

"Goodbye,"

"Bye, Ju-"

Before Zen could finish his response, Jumin hung up on him. "Rude,"

~

When the albino came back into Jumin's penthouse, he set his phone down on the counter, and began to sniff the air. That scent was coming from the kitchen; Jumin was cooking.

"You can cook?" asked Zen, tilting his head.

"As a matter of fact, I can and do." responded Jumin, mixing the bowl of batter, then pouring it onto the frying pan. "Well, every so often."

"What's on the menu, Chef Han?" giggled Zen, sitting down at the table.

"This commoner food item that has something to do with cake, and pans? Yoosung and Luciel were talking about it in the chatroom last night. They told me that it was, 'delicious and delectable', and that I needed to make it the next morning. I found an old cookbook in one of the cabinets, and I decided to follow the directions."

"So, you mean, pancakes?" said Zen, leaning in towards Jumin's direction.

"Oh, is that what the commoners say?"

"Yes....."

"Then, yes. I will be making us, pancakes~" hummed Jumin, flipping the pancake on the stove.

When Jumin brought the pancakes to their plates, they were a bit, no, VERY burnt. As Zen picked at the pancake, his face cringed at the sight.

"Well, eat up. You'll need the energy." commanded Jumin, looking up at Zen.

"Uh, I think I've lost my appetite... Heh-heh.... How about I just go to the store, and get some fish-shaped bread? Hm? Doesn't that sound like a good breakfast?" coughed Zen, setting his fork down.