Forgotten Memories [Zumin]

Vial 9

As Jumin took one step forward down the path to his penthouse, the loud vigorous sounds of fireworks were heard. The boys stopped in their tracks, and turned around to face the magnificent sight that was being held in the former peaceful night sky. Jumin's eyes went wide at the first crackle, making his grip on Zen's hand tighten.

"Jumin?" Zen whispered, his face flushing.

No response.

"Jumin...... Never let go of me..... No matter what happens..... I... I don't want to lose you...." the albino whispered softly into Jumin's ear, feeling his warmth.

"I won't," was all Jumin said before hugging Zen tightly. Just then, Jumin's phone began to ring. It was Saeyoung who was calling him. "Excuse me," bowed Jumin. "Uh, okay...." replied Zen, letting go of his hand.

"Oi, Mr. Han! It's Agent seven zero seven reporting for duty!" exclaimed Saeyoung through the phone.

"Luciel, would you keep it down for a moment? I'm with Zen rig-"

"Ooh~ You're with your 'Zenpai' right now? Sorry, I didn't know I was bothering you two from smooching." giggled Saeyoung, a soft yet serious voice being heard in the background; which was MC. "Alright, alright! I'll be there in a moment 606, I'm on the phone with Jumin! Sorry, what?"

"My.....'Zenpai'?? Is that a pun?"

"Guilty as charged~ You caught me, Mr. Han! Officer, won't you arrest me~?" hummed Saeyoung in a sadistic tone.

"Shut up....and stop acting like a teenage girl trying to seduce a cop, would you? It's uncomfortable...." ordered Jumin, getting ticked off.

"Alright, alright! Oh yeah, if you two get drunk, and things happen......don't blame me!" teased Saeyoung.

"LUCIEL! WHY WOULD I EVER LET MYSELF BECOME THAT DRUNK TO DO SUCH REGRETFUL THINGS?! Sometimes, I really wonder about you..... Anyway, any good news about an antidote?"

"Well......"

"Spit it out."

"I can make an antidote for Zen, but I won't be able to give it to you until the party tomorrow. Is that okay with you?"

"Yes..... Anything's alright with me, as long as it helps my Zen to get his memories back..." said Jumin, a hand placed on his chest, where his heart was beating.

"Okay.... Night, Jumin!" And then he hung up.

"Who was that, Jumin? It wasn't another girl, was it?" pouted Zen, feeling insecure about his relationship with Jumin.

"No, unless Seven counts as a girl..." replied Jumin, tucking his phone away into his pocket.

"Oh..... What did he say?"

"Nothing important.... Something about drinking and stuff like that..."

"Drinking? Oh, that reminds me! Do you want to.....have a drink with me?" asked Zen, his cheeks rosy from the cold winter air.

"Uh, drinks?" Jumin repeated, his eyes averting to Zen. I don't drink as much as Zen does.....but I don't want to seem like a grandfather either.... What if I actually do get drunk? No, I can be sober.... If not, I can just drink some water and see if that helps... "Sure, I don't mind a shot or two."

"C'mon, I know this nice bar not too far away from here." smiled Zen, grabbing ahold of Jumin's wrist; now taking lead of where they were headed.

~

A bar somewhere in Korea

"I'll take 2 beers, and Jumin will have....."