Synopsis: Zen accompanies Lea to meet V. The party date is planned and Lea has a surprise announcement about guests that shocks both men. Spending the time together Lea and Zen find themselves learning more about one another. Getting closer and realizing their feelings are growing deeper. The game is becoming very real and Lea couldn’t be happier.
The city seemed to vibrate around us alive and flourishing. Uncertain if I’d ever felt the pulse of the air like I do now. The previous evening, I’d been so nervous our journey to the park hadn’t felt this electric. So enamored with Zen that everything had seemed dull and colorless in comparison. Smaller, I tended to flit through life. Moving quietly, observing the world around me. Not Zen, he was grandiose. If he wanted to, he could stop traffic with only a look. At his side it felt like everyone noticed us.
“Have I bewitched you princess. You can’t take your eyes off me.” Pausing, Zen tosses his hair over his shoulder. Posing a delicious pout painting on his delectable lips. “Poor girl, what a dastardly man I am.” Feeling heat rush to my face, Zen is glowing from my attention and I’m a stuttering mess from his.
“No one can Zen, I think a woman behind us nearly tripped looking at your face. You’re sohandsome.” Questioning my attempts to flirt. Eager for Zen’s attention, but still fluttering with nerves when he captures me in his gaze. Caught off guard by my retort Zen blinks for a moment before glancing behind us. Dropping the theatrics, he laughs. It’s warm and real and different from what I’ve seen.
“I didn’t notice. Me, the man who starves for attention.” Grinning awkwardly, Zen is genuine in a new way. It makes him even more attractive. “You’re so pretty jagiya, I just want your eyes on me constantly.” Realization on his face, color blooming on Zen’s cheeks, he’s effervescent. The sight makes my heart constrict. This was Hyun Ryu. None of the pomp Zen tended to decorate himself with, like a shield. In the game you catch glimpses of this man at the end of the route but here bright in the late midday sun after knowing one another for little more than a day. Seeing this side of him was a privilege.
“Everything else fades to grey in competition with you, darling.” Honest, but still a little shy. Was Zen demonstrating he was comfortable with me? So thunderstruck by that notion, I’m not even completely certain what I’m saying. Pausing at my confession. Considering my expression. A smile of self satisfaction spreads across Zen’s handsome face.
“That’s what I want.” There’s hesitancy in his tone. “I want you addicted to me, desperate for me.” Realization rocking Zen, his breath coming in short succession in his excitement. Looming above me, hand poised at his side. Fighting the desire to reach out to me.The way we could both lose our surroundings within each other was alarming.
“The cafe is just there.” Pointing while maintaining my gaze on his. This time Zen laughs before letting out a long breath.
“I’ve never met anyone like you, Lea. I think part of you desires to possess me. At the same time you’re clearly concerned about my career.” Curious but troubled. Fiercely praying for our connection to be as deep as I’ve shown it to be. Always some small part of Zen is scared he’ll just be admired for his appearance.
“I’d like to take care of you.” Years of pining spilled from my lips without deliberation. The implication of my words flustered me. Hands covering my mouth as I stare up at Zen in shock. A boisterous man who was full of life. The Zen at this moment in response to my proclamation is muted. Hands dropping to his sides. Looking almost bewildered.
“You want to-“ Mind whirling at my words. His expressive face showed every errant emotion coursing through him. Determined, sucking in a breath as he clenches a fist. “That’s my job jagi, to take care of you. After all you’re my-“ Drawing to a halt. His eyes wide as his posturing ceases. Searching my expression and I realize Zen is feverishly seeking some form of permission from me.
“I’myourprincess, Zen.” Our second day together. Was this too fast? It never seemed to me that Zen did anything in half measure. It wouldn’t be difficult to say something else and slow us down. That could make Zen doubt himself. Which I refused to allow to happen. Hope, tentative and tender, possesses him. The force of his gaze holds me. Fidgeting, my body instinctively responds to Zen’s proximity. His desire to kiss me hanging freely between us. “V’s going to be waiting.” Hating myself for stopping him. Keenly aware of the dangerous game we were playing with his entire life just being this close. The responsibility I feel to protect Zen and his career and image surprises me. I’d always assumed it would be a priority but I’m shocked to find at this moment it’s superseding my own needs.
“You’re right.” Barking a hard laugh, ardor burning rich in Zen’s eyes. “You’re also just intoxicating.” Compelling himself to smile, it’s strained. Angling his torso as if he’s giving me permission to proceed. Feeling one of Zen’s large hands press into my lower back to direct me. His heat was bleeding through the fabric and sending a tingle directly up my spine. It was never more clear to me then at this moment, this was no longer a game. The very real, sensitive man walking next to me required my understanding, devotion and support. I was under no obligation to give any of those things but I wanted to, for him.
“How did the conversation go with Jaehee?” Attempting to distract myself as my thoughts drifted too deep. It didn’t matter which version of Zen was in front of me, I always ended up overwhelmed by him. Studying my face before he speaks. The gentle turn of his lips informs me he is aware why I’m changing the subject so randomly.
“She was concerned. I pointed out Yoosung was acting out because of V.” Clearing his throat, sheepish Zen shrugs. “I prefer to be transparent but I don’t feel like our private kiss is anyone else’s business.” Biting his lower lip, penetrating gaze locked on my mouth the memory of our earlier kiss burning in both of us. Rattled, fazed by how uncontrollable Zen can make my desires.
“I don’t want to make trouble for you, Zen.” Pausing in front of the door to our destination. Fussing with the front of Zen’s shirt as I can feel the endearing sentiment he’s watching me with. “I appreciate you looking out for me.” Chiding myself for being a burden to him, but relishing his security. Astute, Zen’s eyes narrow in contemplation before filling with warmth.
“Sometimes jagiya, you’re so delicate in such a charming way that you captivate me. It’s so unfair I can’t keep you tucked away. Only for me.” Enchanted, even as he devours me with his naked longing. The life he’s lived has been filled with so much hardship and loneliness and still he is so open and romantic. Suffering, I crave him in an intensity that intimidates me. An image flashes through my mind. I’ve seen it many times in my dreams. The two of us lay in bed, laughing, touching, his body slowly covering mine. Lost in the abyss of our mutual need. Jolted when Zen opens the door, gesturing for me to enter first. A gentleman, caring for his lady.
“And yes, princess whatever you were just musing in that pretty little mind of yours. That paints such a darling smile on your face. I’ll do just that and so much more.” Temptation is clear as we lock eyes, I’m surprised and Zen winks.
“You’re a cad.” Playfully I scold him as Zen follows me. Delighted with our new game. Arm wrapping around my waist to lead me towards the back of the shop.
“Do you like that princess? I can be whatever you desire. I can be naughty for you?” Fingers teasing along my hip, bolder in his touch now that we are off the street. Trying to steady my thundering heart. What would we be like alone if we had this much trouble focusing with so many other people around.
“Darling Zen?” Drawing to a halt the teasing man pauses. Staring at me with curiosity hearing how genuine I sound. Laying a hand against his chest, gaze dropping for a moment at the obvious definition there. Bashfully allowing my fingertips to wander, Zen radiating pleasure as I’m distracted. “Just be you. You’re my favorite.” The words I’ve always wanted to tell him. Attempting to turn away, overcome by the depth this man could make me feel. Arm coiling more tightly around my waist, Zen holds me steadfast.
“Where are you going darling girl? You can’t make such a bold statement to me and then hide. Well unless you’d like to disappear into my arms? That’s allowed.” Glancing back to him. The soft, alluring tone of his voice is infatuating. What I’d said had obviously pleased him. Positively glowing. Gathering my willpower to not succumb.
“If I lose myself there Zen, I’ll never want to leave.” Why does he have to be so handsome and charming? Causing devastation to every corner of my life. The smirk that spreads across his face causes my pulse to race.
“I’ll happily keep you-“ Seductive, the low octave of his voice sending a shiver across my skin. Only before he can finish his promise a voice breaks through the air calling out Zen’s name.
“Hyun? Is that you?” Losing ourselves in our own little world we’d almost forgotten we were in a cafe to meet the leader of the RFA. Turning towards the voice, I find V tucked into a table towards the back. Large dark sunglasses hid a majority of his attractive face. Coffee steaming on the table in front of him. Cerulean bangs falling haphazardly. Appearance more disheveled than I’d expected. Clothing hung from his frame like he wasn’t eating enough.
“Sorry we’re not late are we?“ V was not exactly what I’d pictured. Zen seemed unphased, V appeared so unkept. Beaming at his friend, grip around my body impulsively tightening. Drawing me towards the table. following without reservation. Curious at the way V appears to be assessing us together and wondering if he is afflicted by the same sight limitations as in the game as the glasses would seem to indicate.
“I didn’t expect you to be Lea’s escort, Hyun. I assumed it would be Jaehee. Usually you’re too busy to be involved in the minutiae of the organization.” Skin prickling as we’re analyzed. Fighting nerves, self conscious and also uncomfortable with V’s character at this point in the game play. Wondering how it will reflect on his actual person.
“Our new party planner is dear to me, my friend.” Not one to disguise his feelings, Zen tugs me tightly against him. Possessive in his action. Quietly informing the man watching us that I belong to him. Heady to realize I don’t mind that perception of us. Not as daring as Zen, my hand creeped up to grip his shirt again. Relaxing into my touch. Startled to realize there’d been tension in Zen’s body.
“This is a surprise.” The consideration in V’s tone riles my suspicions. It was difficult to remain neutral when I’m easily able to remember the questionable choices he made during Zen’s route.
“Surprises make me nervous, this is a blessing.” Coherent thoughts vacate my head when Zen’s replies. Tenderness paints his face. Emotional and embarrassed at my inability to control it in front of V. “Sit down princess.” Stunned when once again Zen is able to read me easily. “I’m going to grab us drinks, V. If you’ll please keep our new party planner entertained until I return.” Gently Zen directs me into one of the seats opposite the photographer. Turning, I want to offer to pay for our drinks today because Zen bought our previous dinner. Before I can speak his hand falls onto my head teasing my curls. Smiling softly as I peer up at him. “So sweet” Murmuring, Zen sighs, swallowing hard before grinning at his friend across from us. “I’ll be right back jagi.”
Watching Zen, walking away it occurs to me I’d lost my chance to offer to treat. Easily distracted by him. The way he holds himself, his pose and control. It had always been a joke while playing how his presence overwhelms me. In real life I was almost helpless to his charms.
If I’d just met Zen with no prior knowledge of his life I’d still assume he did something in the public eye. Just the way he carries and controls the room around him. The flutter in my chest is enough to confirm I’m in fact smitten. When Zen turns in line to find me staring, his pleasure at that fact is evident. Winking, he holds up his hand in a finger heart. Embarrassed as my own races yet again.
“I’ve never seen him like this?” The static, calm tone of V broke my thoughts. Rattled to realize I’d become so focused on Zen I’d forgotten my purpose for being at the cafe for a moment.
“What do you mean?” Shifting in my seat to engage with him, knowing if I keep my gaze on Zen I’ll allow myself to become distracted again.
“So open. It took us a long time to even start to earn Hyun’s trust. Watching him with you, it’s magnetic.” Both flattered and put off. Staring into the dark soulless sunglasses on V’s face blocked me from having the ability to really understand his intentions.
“We’re still just getting to know one another.” Something about this topic, about the way V is stoically watching me. I feel a tingle of distrust. I know the background in the game but I was trying to maintain an open mind in case reality wasn’t as off the wall as Mystic Messenger could be.
“I’m impressed his faith in you already appears fairly unshakable.” The tone of V’s voice sounded sincere. It was disappointing I continued to have red flags no matter what he said. Fiddling with my cell phone, I wished we could just talk about the party. After my earlier conversation with Yoosung I was done discussing my relationship with Zen.
“I hope he sees how hard I’m working for all of you. I know how important the party is to everyone. I also want to get a lot of good guests to help Zen. I understand the party was an important outlet for him to find sponsors and make connections for his work.” Prim as I sit there with my hands clasped on the table in front of me. Utilizing honesty as my shield against the mounting skepticism festering in my mind.
“You remember me mentioning sponsors the first day in the chat room?” Not realizing Zen had returned or been listening to my impassioned explanation. Standing with our drinks his sauve exterior having exited affected by my fervor.
“I like you.” Embarrassed and babbling. When proving a point to V, I’d felt clear. Realizing Zen had heard my dedication to helping him, I felt shy. Flushed and staring at my hands still clasped in front of me, when my drink is sat there my eyes are drawn to return to Zen. Having slid down into his chair, he’s studying me with a devotion that makes my mind feel fuzzy.
“You two are rather serious?” Glancing up in response to the V’s deliberation.
“I for one am done with games. I want something real. Lea is one of the most genuine people I’ve ever met.” There was no flirty platitude to his words and when confronted by the rawness of Zen’s feelings I found myself even more struck. Maybe that was one of my favorite things about him, both in the game and in real life. When my emotions got very strong I tended to be easily overwhelmed while Zen thrived in it. It really made me admire him.
“I want to make this party the best I can, because I want to build something with you Zen.” It was strange. In the game because everything had to be very generalized in order to appeal to the largest base of players it was hard to get a clear picture of what your world with Zen actually was or what it would look like. Yet here with us, I felt like we were carefully cultivating something. Eyes rising to return to Zen’s, I’d been working very hard to make our world possible. “With that I would like to share the guest news I refrained from earlier.
The expression on my face had to be smug. The last two days when not with Zen I’d been scheming how to impress him. Tilting his head, while raising his brow. The look of consideration Zen meets my statement with is charming. “What you shared with Yoosung and I early already had me marveling at you princess. I have the feeling you’re going to leave me even more taken when you tell me this?” Teasing, but clearly curious. It wasn’t just me seeing our building blocks falling into place. Plainly Zen also saw the potential.
“Before you share that, maybe I should tell you my idea for the parties date?” Sheepish when I realize yet again I’d become so focused on the stunning man next to me I’d neglected to properly engage with the man that was supposed to be our leader. Turning back to V, I was hoping this is one area where life would not follow game play because I wanted more than a week.
“If we follow Rika’s usual timeline I should hopefully be able to assist Lea once my show ends.” It was a surprise to me how serious Zen was about helping me. In the game he tried his best to suggest guests but never really attempted to do more. Here, us working together seemed like a priority to him.
“I was thinking we’d have the party in a month.” So matter of fact with his news, I’m relieved it’s more than seven days and surprised when Zen explodes next to me.
“A month?! V that’s too short. Rika used to need three times that to plan hers. Lea is new to this. I feel like you’re being very unfair to throw all that on her. That doesn’t even seem like enough time to find a reasonable amount of guests.” Volatile, Zen reaches between us to grip my hand, protecting me. Clearing his throat, V appears to be about to dissuade his passionate appeal.
“I already have over one hundred possible guests.” Blurting out my news. Even though I appreciate Zen rushing to my defense, the time frame doesn’t scare me. Having been working tirelessly every spare moment. Getting to share the fruits of my labor was satisfying. Both men at the table stop. Adjusting his sunglasses V is stunned to silence, his gaze thoughtfully falling to the table. Gripping my hand more tightly Zen stares at me, the awe there bringing my blush back as he stutters for a moment.
“How?” The admiration in Zen’s face sends a nervous flutter through my midsection.
“All the charities I told you I’ve been in contact with. They all have VIP donor lists and they said they would be happy to share them with me. I’m certain not everyone will want to come and we probably won’t want all the suggestions but it’s a good start for the type of guests that will be most likely to make the party successful.”Antsy and bashful about how much I want Zen to praise me.
“You’re- I-“ Stumbling over his words. Struck Zen just gawks at me for a moment before jaw setting he swings back to V. “We’re going to need more than a month. This is going to be the largest party we’ve ever had. My princess is incredible. She deserves respect. You can’t just use her.” Bristling, passion bright and fierce in Zen’s expression. This wasn’t some emotional outburst like I often watched Zen have in the game. This was cool, collected and strong. For a man who often struggled to advocate for his own needs I wasn’t certain where this magnificent side of Zen had come from and clearly neither was V.
“Hyun, you don’t understand there are extenuating circumstances.” Floundering, V was not typically forthright or commanding. No one in the game ever really questioned him except Yoosung until much later in the story.
“Then you should explain them, my friend, instead of just laying out expectations for my princess without any reason why.” Heart pounding in my chest entranced by the resolution Zen demonstrates.
“I don’t mind, Zen.” Taken by his ease in defending me but feeling like I’m causing complications. Stirring my spoon needlessly around in my tea moved but plagued by a knotty tangle of thoughts. It was important to me to be a solution and not cause additional issues.
Shaken from his posturing, Zen gazes at me with such endearment I find my mind tumbling again. It’s a little embarrassing how generally I’m so astute but in front of Zen I’m struggling to not become a twittering mess. It’s maddening. “Precious girl,” Utilizing his most tender tone of voice even as he scolds me. “I’m starting to see you would do whatever we need and not think of the burden it brings you. That’s alright only because I’ll be watching out for you. So let me do my job so you can do yours.”
“More time isn’t going to be possible Hyun, even if you both want it. People have already been contacting me and asking about the status of this event.” The mood at the table perceptibly drops. United, Zen and I both take in V’s proclamation with trepidation. Restless, he clears his throat and I get the impression V had not desired to share that news.
“I don’t understand, how would anyone know?” Confused, the chair Zen is seated in scrapes loudly along the floor as he fusses, nearly knocking over his drink. “Lea’s only been here three days.” Agitated, Zen forces out a grunt of air. Attempting to process this new information.
“I can’t say for certain, but we don’t want to disappoint potential guests.” For such a bizarre twist V continues to appear almost stoically calm. Something about his indifference sets me on edge. Knowing what happens in the game and seeing the events unfolding here, it seems naive to simply go along with V’s wishes.
“Am I in danger?” The question sounds sharp, maybe a little too much like an accusation and I school myself.
“You’re safe with the RFA, jagiya. You can trust, V. Right?” The scowl Zen locks on the other man does little to dissuade my concern. Even under the sunglasses I can tell V is averting his gaze and it adds to my anxiety.
“We have surveillance on the apartment and Luciel is watching it around the clock. No one could sneak in without us knowing.” Taking a sip of his drink V seems clouded. Analyzing my tea, lips pursing in thought I try to decide if this subject is worth pressing. Some small part of me continued to think it wasn’t actually possible that the absurd plot of the game was coming true, but that was precisely what was unfolding in front of me.
“I wouldn’t let anything happen to you, princess. I hope you know that.” Earnest in the way only Zen can be. If nothing else I knew I could trust his words. Leaning in closer, lips curling up into a flirty smirk, Zen drops the octave of his voice. “Of course if you still don’t feel safe, darling girl. You’re welcome to come and stay with me. There is no place safer than my arms.” Winking as I giggle, the world once again narrowing to only encapsulate us.
“Hyun,” Until we’re again rudely interrupted. Firm, V sighs as he stumbles to change the subject. “One of the people that contacted me was Rui.”
“That famous guy that you know? Didn’t you tell me he is my fan?” Sipping my tea as Zen talks, watching his fingers drumming on the table before his hand lifts to land on mine. Delighted by how smooth he is.
“Yes, that’s who I’m talking about. He’s interested in attending the party, but he also would like to get in contact with you. I know he’s been trying for a while to get you to do a photo shoot for him.” Leaning back in his chair, Zen is considering V’s information. It strikes me how absurd it is that we’d just been discussing my safety and were now once again talking about guests. Biting my lip against a laugh because this was more like the game then any moment I’ve lived here thus far.
“What do you think, jagiya? Should we invite Rui?” Maybe I wasn’t as worried as I should be because he made me feel secure. Even though this entire situation was probably the craziest thing that has ever happened to me. It also felt right.
“I think if he’s V’s friend we should. That’s only polite.” Zen’s hand is still on top of my own. I wiggle out my pinky to run it along the side of his palm.
“So cute and considerate.” Shaking his head, there is a yearning in Zen that’s palpable. Color returns to my cheeks. I try to finish my drink to distract myself. “There you have it V.” This ease of confidence from him again, it was giving me goosebumps. This Zen was otherworldly. It made it hard for me to concentrate. “My princess has spoken. You may also give Rui my number.” Glancing back to me I raise a brow of question at him. “I may be willing to barter a trade of services.”
“He will be thrilled to hear that Hyun.” A ding from his cell phone distracts V’s attention. Both his brows raise as he reads before placing it down on the table hiding the screen. “I’m sorry to run but I have some other business to attend to. Thank you Lea for being agreeable about the date. I’ll stop by the messenger this afternoon and share the news with everyone. Thank you Hyun for being a good escort and for agreeing to speak to Rui.”
“I still question the short time frame, but will support Lea to my fullest ability.” Gripping my hand more tightly Zen gestures for me to rise. Following his lead, bowing to V as he also pulls himself up to his feet.
“Thank you V, for taking the time to meet me. I’ll continue to work hard to make this party the success you all deserve.” Another set of bows are exchanged and V leaves echoing another farewell. Watching him go, observing the care that he moves through his environment with. It’s clear to me he is losing his eyesight and it is a worse problem than maybe anyone realizes.
“May I walk my princess back to her work?” The last twenty or so minutes, this odd conversation with the head of the RFA. All it took was one look into the affectionate gaze of this beautiful man and it all melted away.
“I’d be very disappointed if you didn’t.” Lowering my face just so while trembling my bottom lip. Wide eyed, the smile falls from Zen’s face.
“Oh no, oh princess. You can’t do that. I’m helpless against your power.” Grabbing his chest, Zen drops to a knee, face colored by a pained conternance. Flustered by Zen’s theatrics not expecting such a showy response my flirty disposition switches immediately to bewilderment.
“Zenny, no, not here. You’re not even in a face mask.” Scolding him, tugging on his sleeve. pleaded with the ostentatious man to use care. Surging to his feet I find my back pressed into the table as Zen leans around me.
“What did you call me? Do you have a cute new nickname for me?” Eyes glowing with affection. Face hovering closer to mine and without thought my hands lifted to cover his waiting lips.
“Yes, it’s a new nickname. I hope you know I adore you, Zen, but you need to demonstrate more caution. It would kill me to hurt your career.” The sincerity in my words seems to affect him as Zen straightens up and instead just studies me for a moment.
“You worry about me a lot don’t you?” Serious and increasingly subdued, Zen’s mood seemed to have flipped in response to my appeal. Mind buzzing over everything I’ve said and done today and realized that statement was precisely correct.
“Maybe it’s not my right to, but I can’t help myself.” Fretting through my confession, glancing down when Zen grips my hand to pause me.
“I’ll behave, jagi. You’re right of course.” Laughing awkwardly, the smile he flashes has lost the usual pomp and instead I’m gifted once again with his natural appearance. “I’m starting to learn you are usually right. Which I like.” Tender in his appraisal, Zen squeezes my hand. “Please take care of me.” Octave rinsing as Zen attempts to persuade me with cuteness. The humor doesn’t quite reach his eyes and I can see the tinge of desperation buried deeply there. Seeing through his bravado, Zen was laying something of himself very bare for me.
Nibbling my lip, stepping into him as I straighten Zen’s shirt. Fiddling to button one of the top holes and brushing his bangs from his face. Really considering him for a moment, expression placid and inviting. “When I take you home, darling Zen, that means you’re now mine forever.” Stunned, Zen stumbles as he tries to step and feverishly attempts to get control.
“I should take you back to work, Lea and not because I don’t like what you just offered me even if you were kidding. No because it’s what I want so badly-“ Letting out a shaky breath, vermillion gaze locking on me as he tries to smile. Appearing a little lost.
“Let’s go, darling.” Cherishing the chance to be brave for him for a moment. Gripping Zen’s hand tightly. Wordlessly we clean our mess and exit the cafe. The streets are even busier. “I hope you know I meant every word I said.” Maintaining social graces, except we couldn’t seem to unwind our fingers. Pursing his lips, Zen is reflective.
“Want to hear something insane?” Staring off into the distance as he asks, it tells me this is more serious than his tone suggests.
“Always,” Curious I wait, baited to hear what he replies.
“I don’t want to go to work.” Choking on his words, Zen’s lips twist into a rueful grin. “Me, the man that lives, breathes and dies for the stage. I want to take you home and make dinner together and feed each other. I don’t want to leave you.” How could a man who was much larger than me in various ways be juxtaposed to seem so small.
Overcome with my feelings for Zen, achenly tired of being in public. Recklessly tempted to go back to his apartment with him. Trying to be responsible but realizing all I truly desire is to give in to everything I want. When I pull him towards a side street, Zen follows. We both are shirking things we should be doing, places we will soon needto be. Instead of apprehension I felt relief, because this was what I truly needed. There’s an alcove, the way a building was designed for a side door that makes it impossible to see the doorway unless you’re directly in front of it.
Dropping Zen’s hand to instead roughly grab the front of his shirt and drag him into it behind me. It’s simple for him to read my intentions, taking my permission he crushes my back into the cool stone behind. My heart flutters wildly as he seemingly slows time, lost in the depths of his intense stare. Nuzzling his nose along my cheeks, hands starting at my shoulders and traveling down to grip and kneed my rear. Barely containing something wild within his gaze, positioning his lips an inch away from mine. Succumbing to him, mewling needy, his hot breath sending shivers across my skin.
“I want you.” Barely a whisper, his hunger evident in the desperate press of his mouth. Claiming mine and swiftly deepening the contact. Tasting him and the tea he’d been drinking, dizzy on his cologne and the heat of his body. Earlier was nothing compared to now, we were ravousness with one another. A small sample of our future, a glimpse of the intensity with which we’re captured. Finding my hands carding through his hair and keeping them there. Afraid to allow them to drop lower. Uncertain if I will be able to stop myself from attempting to touch him.
Moaning lightly, lost in sensation as Zen draws his lips from mine to caress along my jaw. “My pretty, sweet girl. I’m going to gobble you up-“ Murmuring into my skin, feeling him fumbling with the buttons on the front of my shirt.
“Zenny-“ Conflicted between concern of progressing too far for this setting and the throbbing in my core to feel more of him. Shushing me, firmly gripping my wrists with his hands to hold me in place.
“Just one detail, princess.” Panting into my throat licking a long strip to my chest as hips pressing forward I cry out for him. Chuckling against my breastbone Zen is reveling in my demand for him. “Needy little darling.” Lips caressing the patch of skin above my clavicle. “Mine.” All I feel is the manipulation of his mouth, the roughness of his teeth followed by tender massaging of his tongue. Groaning when he lifts to stand again, my body feels cold without him so tightly against it. Glancing up, Zen is watching me as I try to regain myself, his expression fond.
“I love it.” Running his thumb along the base of my neck, I’m blinking still fighting the sluggish reactions from my brain.
“What do you mean?” The question met by a wicked smirk. Tugging me forward against him, before twisting my smaller form so I could see myself in the reflection of the glass on the door. Staring a perfect ohof surprise on my face. Vibrant against the pallor of my skin is a growing mark obviously left there by the man who is still running his fingers along it.
“Zen, I have to go back to work.” Twisting to look at him eye to eye, reprimand clear. The boyish petulance my aggravation is met with confounds me.
“That’s why I did it, you belong to me.” The uncertainty in his gaze betrays the pomposity in his bearing. Intent on my reaction, even as I can see he’s nervous I’ll be angry. It would be within my right to critique his actions, but I can’t. I’ll always choose whatever makes him happiest.
“You’re lucky I’m so taken with you.” Instead I slip up on my tiptoes to lightly press my lips back to his. “I like belonging to you.” Confessing as I wiggle from his grip, attempting to adjust my shirt to cover a little of his gift. Chasing me back to the sidewalk as I chide myself because I know this daydream has to end soon.
“Do you mean that?” Fixing my hair as he asks the question I realize that Zen must see our return to our realities as eminent also. Leaving him was getting more difficult. The feel of his arms around me is enough to hopefully sustain me until our next meeting.
“I always mean what I say to you Zen you’re important to me.” Around us the world was spinning at thousands of miles per hour. At some point I realized our center of gravity had become each other.
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Because the day can’t end without at least one surprise gift // Based on the charm @deermori drew into my birthday commission for darling Zen
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Filming had been long today. With very little sleep even my birthday glow had started to fade. Stumbling back to my trailer deciding to start cleaning up because once my princess finally finishes work I’m certain we will head back to our hotel room. No haven tonight. Just sleep, eventually. Grabbing a tea from Saeyoung’s food truck on my way. Glaring indignantly at Jumin’s. By the time I reach it I’m looking forward to sitting down.
Collapsing in the chair in front of my vanity. Staring at myself in the mirror. Astounded how I can still be this handsome when I feel so exhausted. Settling my drink on the table I pause. Sitting off to the side near my bottle of makeup remover is a small box. Brightly wrapped in soft pink paper and tied up with a pretty silver bow. A tiny card nestled on top. A poodle with a blue ribbon tied around its neck on the cover. Inside in her neat handwriting my princess had scrawled: To my darling prince, from your cute princess.
Phone out before I fully process finding it. Snapping a couple of photos of my gift. Certain Lea had said she wanted to wait until we got home and could arrange a proper party with our friends to give me my big present. This must be a special treat just for me.
Carefully I tear at the paper. Heart fluttering in anticipation for what my cherub has deemed worthy of giving me. Always gracious and thoughtful, I’m certain she antagonized for days about whatever this was. Unsurprised to find a plain white box inside the wrapping. Greedy now I want to relish the affection I’m feeling from this surprise.
Slowly lifting the lid, I pause. Making a soft noise of pleasure I drop the top of the box on the table. Inside is a silver chain. Thicker and more masculine as I prefer. At the end of it is a square silver pendant. Gently lifting the jewelry I’m flooded with warmth to see the word lovecraved onto it. Flipping the piece there is nothing on the back and I’m confused because I know Lea loves me but I feel like she’d want to say more.
It only takes me a few moments more to realize the pendant opens. Gingerly but eager I unlatched it. Eyes devouring the contents. On one side are our initials today with a tiny date at the top. Being the ever astute boyfriend I immediately know it’s the day we met. As emotional as that makes me, it’s the opposite side that sets my pulse racing. It’s initials again only this time we clearly have the same last name. At the top was an empty space for an eventual engraving of our wedding date.
The promise is clear to me, I’m too choked up to even photograph it. I’d know Lea a week before I told her we should get married. It had mostly been in jest to Jumin telling us we shouldn’t stay together if we weren’t. The glow that favored her cheeks had enamored me. I’d known from our first date, she was the one that I would make my wife.
This small piece of metal in my hand. It was concrete. A pledge that when we were ready she wanted to say yes. Tears brimmed in my lashes. I would keep it with me forever now. This silent, secret promise. It was perfect because I could also drop my couples ring on the chain when I needed to. Our future right here. Etched in silver and shining with potential.
Banner and header by the woman Saeran is probably curled on the couch with hand feeding sweets while across the country Zen opens his gift. @luxielle
Oh my god Lea.
I knew the pendant fic was coming, and the box and wrapping were absolutely adorable, and I love the little picture of the poodle, and the word “love” being engraved on it was simple and sweet, but I knew there was something more coming (just like Zen did) and…
My god. When I read the bit about the empty space at the time I fully teared up. This feels like a callback to the couple’s rings, of course, but it’s like…something else. Something new. A gesture toward their future. A promise, and done in the most Lea way possible—because it’s incredibly romantic but also very gentle, and very serious but also a little bit playful, and extremely intense and passionate but done in this subtle, quiet, feminine, perfectly you way. And it shows your dedication, and your thought, and your care—and of course it makes him cry. It made me cry a little.
I’m now gonna get teary every time I look at those chibis, because I’ll know what the necklace says. A perfect gift, and a perfect sweet little fic to describe it, and a perfect ending to this day
Omg omg omg omg omg there are literally so many highlights I don’t even know where to start.
First of all, poor Zen. Of course Jumin would genuinely think putting those photos all over a truck would be a good idea. I bet the smoothies were delicious, though.
Second of all, I love love love love the “bunker gossip network.” That’s so accurate it kills me.
Third of all, Lumen saying “cat-astrophe” is so in character it hurts and I am so happy about it.
Fourth of all, does the haven have anything to do with the smut I just read?????
Fifth of all, the reference to the award show callout made me squeal. I love love love love this world you’re building where Zen slowly lets Saeyoung into the public eye in this subtle, sneaky ways. Saeyoung would fucking love it. And Zen is such a good friend, because he knows that, and he also knows exactly how to do it so Saeyoung gets as much privacy as he needs while also getting a little taste of all the chaos. It’s beautiful.
Sixth of all, there are literally so many people in the bunker at all times lolol ajf;akjfasf
Seventh of all, you just always nail all of our voices and our dynamic and I am so so so so delighted to have a part in your man’s birthday celebration. And I’ll end there, on my favorite number ;) I adore you, Lea.
A birthday gift for darling Zen and his beloved princess, @quirky-and-kind.
He remembers the sound of her shoes against the pavement the first time she ran to him: slow-slow-quick-quick-quick and then she was in his arms, whispering his name so sweetly he thought he saw eternity.
She remembers the first time she heard him sing: sweet and rich like tea with sugar, stirred with a spoon and shimmering with tiny crystals of desire. These days, when he sings her to sleep, the whole world goes silver and she gets a glimpse of heaven.
He remembers her in a perfect pink blouse, poised and professional and radiating with power. The first time she shook a director’s hand and turned back to gaze at him—gentle as ever even when she was fighting for his future—he thought he might cry from the sheer force of his admiration.
She remembers him at sunset, sand in his hair as he ran on the beach with the long strides of a man who’s waited his whole life to breathe clear sea air. Their first time on Jeju Island, he cradled her in his arms and kissed rain from her cheeks—and when they bought a house there, he carried her over the threshold like a bride.
He remembers her bare thighs against the stark white of his dressing room counter, her back against the mirror and his hands giant as he held down her hips, keeping her still. The room smelled like makeup and skin, and he felt primal, ferocious, magnificent, beloved.
She remembers the face he made the first time she whispered happy birthday against his lips: all sincerity and ardor and something even sweeter. She remembers the next birthday, and the one after that—sunlit mornings with her hands gently plaiting his hair and long, sultry nights with her legs around his waist and his breathless voice whispering that he’s never needed anything like he needs her now.
And the years have gone on and on.
Today, Lea rises before him. It is her favorite time of year: cherry blossoms blooming in the trees outside their condo, filling the sky with feather-light, bright white petals that could almost be snow. She walks barefoot to the kitchen, running a hand through her slept-in curls and opening windows as she goes. The basement apartment was either too hot or too cold all year round, but the condo is temperature-controlled to the point of alarming perfection.
In spring, she opens the windows to let in a little bit of wildness. Even at the top of the world like they are now, they’ll always belong on the beach with sea water soaking through their clothes. Their home is elegant and inviting, but the mismatched chairs around the dining room table are evidence that this place is theirs.
Zen wakes slowly, arms stretching out to reach for her, the last vestiges of a Lea-scented dream fading as he blinks against the morning light. Before he met her, birthdays were insignificant at best and bitter at worst; he didn’t feel any particular way as they came and went. In the years since he’s known and loved her, the day he was born has become something worth treasuring (or a time for being treasured).
He still tastes her on his tongue, all the previous years blurring into one another for a moment as he finds his place in time.
If she is not in bed beside him, then she has decided to start on breakfast: he pictures her, eager to please, effortlessly adorable as she fusses with fruit till it’s perfect (just for him). She already knows that she’s got her pretty little fingers wrapped around his heart.
He follows the sound of running water till he finds her.
He sees her; she sees him too.
Lea thinks he looks most like an angel in the secrecy of morning. So much of their time is claimed, scheduled, allotted—even today, he will have to photograph himself for social media and comb through the gifts he gets from fans; she will field calls from producers and respond to well-wishes from every member of his team, because their industry never rests.
But in the morning, in their home, with the windows open and the scent of spring on the air, all that matters is the look in his eyes.
“Happy birthday, Hyun,” she murmurs, running on tiptoe to leap into his arms. His whole face glitters with years of promises as he kisses her, still only half-awake, shimmering with expectation.
She remembers every gift she’s ever given him: tender and loving and sensual and sweet. It’s the hundredth—thousandth—millionth time she’s plucked a piece of ripe fruit from the counter and lifted it to his lips, but he licks her fingers with the same eagerness he showed her all those years ago, when everything was new.
He remembers the times she hid from him, because his life isn’t an easy one, and because she’s got her own shadows, and because she loves him so much it sometimes breaks her heart. Most of all, he remembers finding her—time and time again, lifting her, holding her, waltzing with her, kissing tears from her lashes and making it all better, because the world isn’t always welcoming but together they are perfect.
She remembers needy nights and desperate days when they were apart, and the way her blood burned whenever he returned to her. She’s memorized the way his skin tastes when she’s on her knees and the way his heart races when she looks up into his eyes and calls him her prince, her king, her knight, her home.
He remembers the days and months and years like they are nothing (or everything)—like time stops when he sees her face—like being born was the first step in his inevitable path to her arms.
“Is it my birthday, cherub?” He kisses her with lips that taste of fruit juice. “I woke up and forgot about everything but you.
She laughs (like the sea) and presses against him, teasing him, needing him. Her eyes hold a million memories, and every one is a love story.
Through the windows, the April sunlight sings a song of spring. Time goes on and on and on.
Banner and divider by @luxielle, whose eyes Saeran sees in the sky, and the sunlight, and the start of every season.
“Someone has to shield you from the world. Stay with me.“ — Into The Woods
Zen x CMC Lea
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A new production, the first day of rehearsals was always eventful. The whole company in one large room for our initial read through. Already off script I felt an obligation to be ready as the antagonist opposite the lead. Rarely did I play villains but Lea thought it was good for my resume. As I’ve gotten into the part I’ve realized the role is just fun. Leave it to my princess to find the perfect fit for me. The actors were in the middle of the room, some standing and milling around some sitting. It was more low key as we were just getting a feel for our characters and their interactions. Staff was sitting along the outer ring including my princess.
First of all, I love that you’ve got Zen playing a villain here. One of the many little gifts you’ve given him over the course of this series of beautiful fics is an abundance of new roles: he’s going to play a king; he’s playing an antagonist. You (as a writer) and Lea (as his manager) are like conspiring (if that’s even possible, since you’re the same person) to help him play all these difficult, complex roles, which is exactly what he wants. And it’s wonderful of you.
And oh my fucking god, my fists clenched when that guy grabbed your wrist. I love how Zen knew instantly that something was wrong before he even saw it (this ties back into the idea that he picks up on your strong emotions, even when he’s in the middle of something else!). I swear I got goosebumps when he froze and then realized what was happening.
It always delights me when your man gets to stand up for you like this. That horrible creep dehumanizes you (makes you feel small, as you put it so thoughtfully), and Zen’s instinct to defend you kicks in with just as much intensity as I’d expect from him. He pivots from playing a villain (in rehearsal) to playing a hero (in reality, and for you—his princess) and he does both with fervor and determination.
And he makes you feel safe I so love that you describe the feeling that particular way—in my mind, that is the meaning of love.
Tonight, tonight, I’ll see my love tonight. And for us, stars will stop where they are.“ — West Side Story
Zen x CMC Lea
I saw this quote and then saw this video on Instagram. I instantly knew what I needed to do. The stairs are not in Seoul so liberties were taken by me for this piece.
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The breeze was picking up. It was going to be a difficult night for filming and I was going to be shooting late. Not in the current scene they were working on, I’d wandered to find my make up artist. It was a good time to get a touch up and check my phone. Filming was taking so long. Playing a secondary lead next to one of the hottest drama actors currently working, I’d been getting a lot of notice and good press. It’s just the writing wasn’t that interesting and the part was kind of standard.
Oh my god oh my god when he said “Are you in park, Lea?” I fully squealed (my throat hurts, but it was well worth it). You are so so cute here, good god. The way he’s slowly realizing that you’re actually back while you’re on the phone, and trying not to get ahead of himself, and basically just losing his shit as the pieces fall into place? Literally incredible.
And you always write these cinematic-style fics so well: the imagery of you two running to one another on the stairs (which are beautiful, btw!) and him catching you and the blossoms swirling and the people staring is just totally spectacular, and you describe it so vividly that I could see every moment. I was probably hiding in one of the trees watching and screaming about it, tbh.
Coincidentally that song from West Side Story is one of my favorite songs of all time (the best song ever written about anticipation, truly) and it fit the desperation in this fic just right. I love to see you two happy and surrounded by cherry blossoms
“She loves me and to my amazement, I love it, knowing that she loves me.“ — She Loves Me
Zen x CMC Lea
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Some days I find myself just staring at my girlfriend. Sitting on the couch together I’ll be reading a script and just watching her answering the phone while typing an email on her laptop. Oftentimes I ask myself if I could ever love someone the way she loves me? A little embarrassed to realize if I’m being honest the answer is no. Even understanding my level of devotion to my princess is rare and beautiful within its context. The selfless way Lea cares for and about me is precious.
Waking early after often staying up with practice, my angel never complains. Enjoying working out as much as I do, we motivate one another. Not as practical as my princess is. It’s better if she watches out for me, scheduling and developing my training to prevent injuries which would affect my work. Returning home after, I’m insatiable until Lea joins me in the shower. Even if she has a meeting and needs to be out the door as soon as possible she is always prioritizing my needs first. While I enjoy being spoiled I also know how lucky I am. Then she packs us both lunches and I’ve been on a new diet and she has apps to measure out all my macro and micro nutrients to make certain I’m eating balanced meals. Along with decorating my bentos and making everything pretty and cute. Writing me sweet notes so I know everyday how much she loves me.
Some days she goes to the theater with me, either when she has to meet someone there or if she has a day to join me while I work. Most of the time she is either off to do work for Ji-woon or to beat down doors of various production companies to get me auditions. Even my agency that we pay quite a bit of money to has never been able to get me the opportunities nor foster the belief in the range of my talent that my princess does.
Ambitious in her own way and stubborn, Lea has won over most of the theater companies in Seoul at this point. Mostly because she’s polite and sweet but also will not leave until she speaks to who she needs to in order to get my wants met. Having spent my whole life thinking it was noble to struggle through figuring out my path on my own, having someone who so absolutely fights for me has allowed me to direct so much more of my passion to the performance of my art.
Whoever gets home first starts dinner. Then practicing, before our evening run and showering again and practicing some more. Even on our days off Lea is usually still answering emails and making calls like she is now. Keeping track of activity on both Ji-woon and my social media. Dealing with haters, keeping in constant contact with my agency about any litigation over slander. Making salon and spa appointments. Treating any injuries I may get. Sometimes it feels like Lea could be six girlfriends because I’m not even certain how she balances everything.
Sighing, my angel stretches across from me as she drops her phone back to the table beside us. Warm gaze perking up as she realizes I’m watching her. The laptop she’d been holding quickly follows. “I promised to read lines with you, didn’t I, darling?” Crawling across the couch feeling the smile tug my lips as Lea collapses down on top of me, snuggling into my side before cutely lifting her face to ask for a kiss I greedily give to her.
Even already doing more for me than anyone else in my life ever has, Lea also showers me with affection and praise. Self aware enough to know I’m needy, vain and possessive. Even then my princess embraces all of this in her graceful way and somehow makes even the not as pretty parts of me shine.
At times in the earlier parts of our relationship Lea’s love would make me feel guilty. Like I wasn’t doing enough to deserve everything she did for me daily. It was a revelation to see that the way her love was like the perfect piece to fit into my needs. The way I loved her was the perfect shape to mold into hers. Both people that had been thrown away by our families. My often criticized overbearing need to be with her, to perform for her, anything to make Lea hopeless infatuated with me. Actually built a cozy place for her where she felt safe for maybe the first time. Opening up to me and trusting me in a way that was hard at times but that was also the most beautiful gift I’ve ever received.
Giggling at the overly dramatic way I deliver one of my lines, my angel draws lazy designs across my chest as I kiss the crown of her head. I’m a fortunate man, I know what it’s like to be cherished by someone and to adore them in return. I’m growing into being deserving of her love. Working hard everyday to be the best version of myself, because in her eyes I see what I’m capable of and I love her for having that much faith in me.
Divider and header by the one woman who found Saeran broken and still struggling after Mint Eye and cared. In such a way that it was the first affection he allowed himself to feel, to desire. Lumen helped Saeran realize he was worthy of love @luxielle
I am so glad you decided to dedicate one of these to Zen’s reflections on being loved by you. That’s such a specific feeling—like, realizing that someone’s love for you is incredible, and impossible, and all-consuming. And he is so smart, so good, so self-aware: he sees all the ways you support him. I love to see him drawing parallels between you two—your families, your needs. He works so hard to be adored by you, but you love him no matter what—and he notices every little thing. He sees you standing firm in meetings and packing his lunches and balancing all the little pieces of your lives together. It’s so clear in this fic that he’s in awe of you, and that’s such a special part of the dynamic you two have. He knows how much you do for him, and he wants to return the favor; he’d do anything just to be the person you adore.
What could be better than holding you close to me like this?“ —Bright Star
Zen x CMC Lea
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Sprawling across the couch, staring intently at Lea’s phone. Absently thinking we need to take a new photo for her lock screen. The one she has that Yoosung took of us when we dragged him to an amusement park last summer is old now. Trying not to desperately wait for it to ring. Fidgeting as I can’t stop.
Please,there is nothing I love like sex on a timeline. Why??? There’s just something about the combined nerves and apprehension of waiting for news and and desperately craving someone that’s just the right amount of overwhelming. This fic is such a perfect combination of your domestic fics and your work fics, because you’re literally distracting him while waiting to hear about work—and the way you effortlessly switch into manager mode when you answer the phone??? Fucking inspired.
The “king” bit at the end really got to me. You know the way to his heart—he’s always been your prince, but now you’ve helped him become a king. I knew this was a role you’ve wanted him to play, and the way you built up his nerves about getting it here (combined with how badly he wants you, of course) made my heart beat faster (just like you do for him )
“I want you and you and nothing but you. Miles and piles of you. Finally I’ll have something worthwhile to think of each morning.” —The Last Five Years
Zen x CMC Lea
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Stretching out in the bed, yawning as I run my hands down my face and chest trying to rouse myself. Sitting up, hearing the sounds of my girlfriend in the kitchen but half annoyed she isn’t in bed to fuss over me. Sweeping my braided hair over my shoulder, smirking at how spoiled I am now. Glancing around our bedroom, putting off getting out of bed immediately. A warmth fills my chest. Thinking about how once upon a time this space had felt stark, with things just thrown up by me in order to have something there. Now it felt like a true home.
Tiny pieces of my angel everywhere. In the closet, her clothes mixed with mine. The vanity I’d gotten her, now adorned with framed photographs of the two of us and one of just me. Along with a fresh bouquet of pink roses I’d brought home for her a few days prior. Our walls have even more pictures, some a little risqué for our eyes only. The new silver sheets I’m wrapped in and a sweet pink bathrobe laying at the end of our bed.
The anxious nights I’d spent lying here after trying to exhaust myself with a run were gone. Everything was us and filled with every ounce of affection and tenderness my princess pours into me. Groaning as I swing my legs over the side, I have a performance this evening but that meant I had all morning to devote to my cute cherub. Pulling on sweatpants, plodding into the bathroom more reminders of her. Matching toothbrushes and cups to rise with. All my products, organized and clean in adorable little baskets because I drove Lea crazy by the sheer amount I needed. Chuckling to myself as I brush my teeth, thinking about all the times I’ve been scolded at the store for buying a product when I already had two other versions. It was my only vice now, other than her.
Passing through the living room, the muted neutral colors I tended to prefer blending elegantly with the soft pastels my baby enjoyed. Our space was reflective of our life. I was everywhere, the draw of the spotlight. Beauty so criminal it needed to be displayed as restitution. Even looking at the older photographs of me compared to now, I’ve changed. For I too am decorated with the gentle touches of my angel. Every inch of me is marked by her presence. Studying my older self I can see the gauntness in my face and the haunted depth in my gaze. There had probably been a piece of me that had been tortured by my self doubt. Maybe at the time that did add gravitas to my older work.
The new me, the one that always looks strong and in control. The man who had meaning in his everyday life. Now I was stunning. Transcending in the presence of love and safety like I’ve never known in my existence. Head turning as a smirk crosses my face when I hear my favorite sound. The quiet little soprano of my angel as she absently sings while she works. A fairy tale piece of a princess longing for her handsome prince. Waiting for the cue for his entrance to fulfill my rightful role. The polished tenor of my voice rising just as Lea’s final sweet note warbles out.
Turning and beaming, the devotion she always so freely demonstrates to me affects me deeply as my words waver in my song. Wearing my shirt from the night before, looking so dainty decorated in me. The need I’m consumed with to touch her is overwhelming. Gripping her hip, starting to turn Lea still continuing the song. Smiling at the protest already leaving her lips. Stalling her unstated concern, by using my other hand to swiftly switch the pan she’d been using to a burner on the stove that wasn’t on.
Tugging my angel into my chest and we are waltzing before she can say a word. This was a piece I’d given her. Perfecting her steps, training my princess to move with me in such fluid motion we meld into one. Even as the song dies in my throat we keep dancing. Twirling my cherub, her bright laughter bringing sunlight to our little half underground home. Surrounded by her, overcome with my princess, I would happily drown in her.
Even as our waltz slows, gripping the side of Lea’s face I kiss her. Since I was young I’ve wanted my life filled with many things, elegance, glamour, applause, beauty, kindness, understanding. The world I live in, enveloped in Lea, was everything I’d ever dreamed of and so much more than I’d ever dared hope for.
Divider and header by the woman whose face Saeran looks for every single morning to start his day because he never gets enough of watching her glow in her adoration for him @luxielle
It still blows my mind that I wrote about this very thing last summer and now you’ve written so many of the same details—the products in the bathroom, the change in colors, the photos. It just goes to show how true all of this is, because I somehow knew it before I ever even read this fic.
I love everything about this, but my favorite part is when he hears you sing. There’s this back-and-forth in your stories with you two singing for each other, listening to the other sing, reveling in one another’s voices. It’s a special form of communication that lives between you two, and it’s really tender.
I also am crazy for the new silver sheets and pink robe: both of you are so integrally woven into this apartment now. With these tiny little details, you paint picture of the beautiful life you’ve built—and the ways in which you’ve given him a whole new world.
