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The story happens in the second year they are together.
At this time, after appearing in some TV series, with positive feedback, Zen’s fanbase has become quite stable.
He creates an Oustagram account to update the fans with his photos - the type of selfies he always posts which the RFA members are so sick of. But yeah, the fans love them.
One day, Zen posts a photo of him and his female partner in the current drama with the caption: “Visual couple jjang!” before going straight to the filming session.
After finishing his part, Zen checks his account again to see the comments, most of which are either “Gyah you two are such a perfect match”, “Please be a couple irl”, or “I don’t want my Zenny to have a girlfriend at all”; however, his attention is quickly caught by a clean and neat two-word comment without any emoji: bad match.
It is a private account without any post. Wait... Aren’t these the first letters of the trustfund kid’s name and his birthday? Can this guy be any more boring? And now that Zen notices, that blurry profile photo looks like the back of the fur ball plus Jumin’s fantastic photographing skill...
He tries not to smile (and sneeze) and enters a comment with a cute emoji: @hjm510 why are we a bad match? ;;
Everyone starts to freak out after seeing Zen’s reply to a stranger, and to make thing worse, some of the couple’s fans even curse at the stranger for being rude to Zen.
However, that person doesn’t bother to answer.
Zen hears his phone ringing while reading the comments, and thanks to the special ringtone he can tell it’s Jumin right away. As soon as he picks up the phone, he playfully asks: “What? Even Mr. President bothers to be on social network site now, huh?”
In response to Zen’s question is the familiar deep-tone voice, but his answer doesn’t seem to be relevant: “We have to take a photo together later. Then we can show them what a perfect match is.”