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Zen sat on the couch, his elbows on his knees as he sigh deeply, exhausted than he would like to admit, not because of socializing, the countless of guests he had to talk to and entertain, he was used to that. But what he wasn't used to was fighting his inner demon, or rather beast. When he looked at you smiling and laughing surrounded by guests, he beamed with pride. You made this possible, all your efforts became fruitful, the late nights you would pull just to make sure you did a thorough background check on the guests, to cater to their needs, and even to organize all meetings with Jumin about security issues to meeting the guests themselves to persuade them to coming.
On the other hand, there was also this selfish, greedy part of him that just wanted to sweep you off your feet and drag you back to the apartment. He didn't want to share you to the world, he wanted everything for himself. He was torn like that, to show off the world this amazing person that you are to keeping you a secret just for his own.
"Zen?" you glanced at him as he sat on the couch, you carefully removed his jacket that he wrapped around your shoulders when you started to shiver, though you tried to hide it, Zen noticed. You walked around the couch and stopped in front of him, Zen parted his knees as he pulled you close, making you step between his thighs. He rested his head on your stomach, his hands on your sides holding onto you dress as if you'd disappear under his palm.
"Tell me you're mine, jagi," he whispered, it wasn't insecurity, it wasn't jealousy, it was just simply wanting to hear it. You smiled as you ran a hand through his silky hair.
"I'm yours, Zenny," you said, his head now looking up to you as he took your words, "Always," you added as you cupped his face. Zen leaned into your hands, kissing a palm before he leaned just enough for his face to be buried on your neck.
Mine, he thought, as flash of you laughing with other people comes across his mind.
Mine, you could feel his brows meet.
"And I'm yours," he said, placing a soft kiss on your neck, you felt the hesitation on his lips, then his teeth sank a little on your skin making you bite a moan. "Until my last breath," he sucked on the skin and the moan escaped your lips. You could feel him smile against your neck, shaking your head slightly as you laugh knowing the moan that slipped stroked his ego. Zen pulled away with a grin plastered on his face, the exhaustion from his eyes disappeared.
"The night is still young, jagi," he beamed innocently, as if the suggestion was anything but.