Jumin’s Birthday Party
A fic for the @juminzenweek mini event to celebrate our awesome CEO and cat lover! I’ve been sick lately so hopefully there are not too many errors in this. I hope you enjoy!
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUMIN!!”
The CEO got showered in confetti the second he stepped through the door. Saeyoung had made sure to add a whole bucket of glitter as well, making Jumin’s dark hair sparkle like the galaxy. Yoosung was so kind to give him a decorative napkin while Zen snorted and Jaehee facepalmed.
“This was not necessary, my birthday is not something unique compared to other days,” Jumin commented, attempting to wipe the glitter off his suit.
Of course that riled up Zen. “We went through all this trouble to host you this party, at least appreciate it, you jerk!”
The redhead continued to act like the host, ignoring it the two. “Games, cake and gifts await in this fun-tastic evening!” He waved his hand at the scene. The RFA had decided to use their party HQ to celebrate Jumin’s birthday. It was decorated with every possible streamer and balloon they could find, together with a large banner with HAPPY BIRTHDAY on it. In his mind, it was perfect.
While Jumin accepted his fate and allowed Yoosung to lead him to the table laden with purple cupcakes, MC gently poked his side.
“Psst, Saeyoung!” MC whispered. “There’s a problem!”
“Houston, we have a problem! What kind?”
“We don’t have a gift for Jumin.”
Saeyoung gasped. That was a problem indeed. “What happened to buying the super deluxe gold-plated bowl?”
“Too expensive. Also Yoosung said Jumin might have it already.”
“Good point.” Saeyoung pondered. “You guys think of something, and I’ll distract him in the meantime!”
“How?” MC immediately knew she said a silly thing as Saeyoung pranced towards the large plastic crate in the corner. When he found his treasure, he ran to the middle of the group, once again grabbing all the attention.
“As promised, the fun and games! Jumin, as the birthday boy you’re expected to participate.” He held up the color box for all to see.
“Twister?! Are you serious?”
Why was Zen forever the party pooper? “Why, think you can’t win? And here I thought you exercised so much,” he grinned, defying the albino.
“Please! I’ll win with my eyes closed!” Zen already discarded his jacket and his shoes while Saeyoung put the plastic tarp on the floor, grinning. Tsunderes were so predictable.
Jumin watched Zen with fascination as the actor stood proudly on the tiny tarp.
“How does one do this… twister?” he asked as Yoosung and MC took off their shoes as well.
“When I call out a body part and a color, it is everyone’s duty to put said body part on the right color dot. You can only move that body part if it is called again, otherwise you must keep it on that dot. If you fail to do so or fall, you lose,” Saeyoung explained.
It was doubtful that Jumin understood, but he dutifully followed the others. No matter how much MC begged, Jaehee refused to participate, conveniently excusing herself to check on the birthday cake. Naturally, as the game master, Saeyoung didn’t join either, leaving four of the RFA to battle it out.
Saeyoung spun the wheel before anyone got to change their mind. “Right hand red!”
Yoosung and MC took the easy route by kneeling but Zen had to show off and touch a red dot further from him, grinning smugly as his body stretched over the tarp and giving the other contenders are harder time reaching things. Jumin wasn’t deterred and grabbed a dot close to Zen. That caused the actor to drop his grin.
“Dude, personal space!” he said as Jumin’s crouched body hovered near him.
“Seriously Zen?” Yoosung remarked quite aptly.
Saeyoung watched the scene unfold and a wicked idea came to mind. He pretended to spin the wheel. “Left foot yellow!”
MC got mixed up and accidentally moved her foot to the wrong dot, taking her out of the game early. Being on the edge of the tarp, Jumin had no choice to move his foot over Zen’s leg to reach the yellow dot. Zen wobbled upon this yet impressively held his balance.
“I thought dancers were supposed to be agile,” Jumin sassed the younger albino, who was turning red.
“Your shittiness caught me off-guard! I’ll still win this!”
“Left hand blue!”
Yoosung misplaced his hand and ended on his butt, though no one noticed as everyone was focused on the last two. Jumin was now hovering above Zen’s body, his body a suspended bridge to match Zen’s reversed one. It was so hard for Saeyoung not to laugh, Zen’s emotional battle between saving his dignity or wanting victory displayed on his face.
“You’re doing this on purpose!!” the albino screeched.
“Come now Zen, you know I’m not the game master.” Jumin didn’t seem to mind this predicament at all. The redhead found this very interesting.
“Shut up, shut up!!”
There was one more thing he could do to get the bickering duo to move even closer. How could he not choose that? “Right hand green.”
It was a lovely thing when people did exactly what he predicted. Jumin moved the hand that was near the edge to the one on the other side of Zen’s head, causing him to perfectly lean over Zen. Zen’s brain short-circuited, staring only at the CEO, his face redder than the dots underneath him.
“No protest this time? I guess you don’t mind this, do you?”
“H-have you gone mad?!” Zen yelled, but his arms gave way and he fell flat on his back.
“Hurray, Jumin wins!” MC cheered.
Saeyoung pouted. Couldn’t Zen have held on a little longer? There were so many more compromising positions he wanted to put them in!
“Cake’s here!” Yoosung pointed to Jaehee entering the room with a large cake in her hands. The assistant took one look at the group and looked relieved to have missed the ‘fun’. Zen hastily scrambled to get away while Jumin calmly got up and put on his shoes.
Soon most RFA members were busy with the cake, preferring to eat it over singing the standard birthday song, some of them still shoe-less. Seeing Zen sitting on the floor angry and grumbling how Jumin didn’t play fair, gave Saeyoung another brilliant idea. He tapped MC on her shoulder.
“I know what we can give Jumin,” he whispered.
“Oh?” she asked and followed Saeyoung’s gaze to a certain man. “Oh! But won’t that just make them both really angry? Especially Zen?”
“Maybe. Maybe we’ll have to run for our lives. But it’s worth it.”
They both cackled and rubbed their hands together as they approached the unsuspecting albino.
Jumin had already been suspicious when Zen, Saeyoung and MC had gone missing while Assistant Kang had cut the cake. Even more when two of them returned, albino-less. Tripling when they asked him to follow them to a unique, RFA-only gift.
The moment he stepped into the side room, the two closed the door behind him and locked it, giggling like maniacs. In the room Zen sat on the couch, his body wrapped in a large red ribbon, accompanied with a big curly bow on his head.
Jumin couldn’t help but smile. A unique gift indeed, albeit a little silly.
Zen faintly struggled with his ribbon bindings. His blush had dissipated a bit since the twister game. “I did not agree to this!”
“But you do look very good.” Jumin joined Zen on the couch, gingerly putting a lock of hair behind Zen’s ear. Zen’s blush returned, but this time there were no fake glares. “Does this mean Saeyoung and MC know?”
“I doubt it, but you’re doing a very poor job of hiding your feelings,” Zen said, following Jumin’s hand as it trailed down from his head towards his thigh. A quiver ran through the actor’s body.
“I can’t help it. Besides, Saeyoung obviously rigged the game.”
Zen frowned. “When we get out of here, I’m going to punch that little pervert.”
“Fair enough. In the meantime, how about I make the most of my ‘gift’?” Jumin leaned in, hearing Zen’s breath quicken.
“Don’t you want to save this for tonight?” Zen whispered, his body language telling Jumin not to stop.
“It’s my birthday. I can indulge.”
Zen agreed in the form of a heated kiss, and Jumin smiled.
Later when they were released to eat the last slices of cake, they didn’t see a piece of ribbon dangling from Zen’s pants.