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Zen was at the other end of the sofa, slouching down as his elbows digging on his knees while his hands on his head, he stared down at the floor, his hair flawlessly hanging down from his neck. You were looking down as well, legs closed as you fidgeted with your hands, How did it end up like this?, you both thought.
Hours ago you both were just enjoying each other’s company, almost inseparable since Zen got home. These days, Zen was even rarely at home, his schedule tight with upcoming projects while your hands were tied with the upcoming party.
You two didn’t exactly fight, more of.. Are we falling apart now? you thought.
Zen mentioned he had to go somewhere for a shoot, “Again?” you asked. “Yeah, it’ll be just a week or so. Is something the matter?” he asked when you saw your reaction, disappointment written all over it.
“When are you leaving?” it ached your heart, Zen was supposed to be free this week, you thought all of the things you could do to make up for the lost time and even moved the meetings with potential guests just so you could be with Zen.
“Tonight,” he said, adjusting his position on the sofa while you removed yourself from his chest, now sitting at the end of the sofa.
“But, we have dinner, remember?” Zen sighed, he was already tired and answering questions wasn’t he hoped for when he got home. He stroke his hair backwards, “I know jagi.. it’s just.. it’s work you know?”
“But this isn’t what we talked about Zen,” your tone being a little impatient and Zen snapped, “And a nagging girlfriend isn’t exactly what I expected when I came home,” his tone a little harsher than he expected.
The events lead to you where you are now, a feet apart as you both looked down, avoiding each other’s gaze. It ached you heart, as if a thousand knives stuck into it. Of all days, why today? you thought.
“I.. I need to go to the bathroom,” your voice crack at the end as tears threatened to fall down, you quickly made your way and locked the door. Hearing your voice pained Zen, he knew that tone, and he knew he hurt you.
He opened the messenger hoping he would see you there, but reading the past logs… that’s when it dawned to him.
Yoosung: Happy birthday MC!!
Yoosung: So what are your plans for tonight
Yoosung: Did Zen told you anything yet
MC: Well we agreed we’ll just have a simple dinner tonight since we’re both busy these days ^^
Shit shit shit shit. Zen thought, as he read further everyone greeted you.. everyone except him. Not even a mention of your birthday, not even anything.
You looked at the mirror, tears already falling down as you bit your lip, preventing any whimpers come to sound, and when you heard the door closed, that’s when you couldn’t contain anything anymore. Tears fell down and you continued to sob. Zen left and didn’t bother to knock, Is he.. is he giving up now? Thoughts flooded you, maybe it was for the best, maybe….
After all, some fans would be happy if you two broken up, saying you just burden him and hold him back from his career. But they don’t know how you support him, how you would spent all night long practicing with Zen for his projects, practicing his lines and gestures. They don't know your shared affectionate words after lovemaking, the peace and warmth when it was just you the two you not minding the outside world.They don’t know how after a long day, it was you who Zen comes home to, always looking for you warmth as it washes away his exhaustion. They don’t know how you patiently wait for him to come home, make dinner and make sure he eats something. They don’t know how you hold his hand, assure him everything will be fine and that he’ll be great every before performances. They don’t know..
They don't know the over dramatic Zen, who'll pout and whimper when you wouldn't give him some attention, the over protective Zen who would glare at men when they look at you, and the over loving Zen, who would shower you in kisses, would always assure you of his love, and would do goofy things just to make you laugh.
Eyes swollen, you washed your face. You decided, you’re not giving up without any fight, you came so far and endured many things with him, and a silly fight wouldn’t be just the cause of ending everything.
Zen didn’t exactly forgot about your birthday, he just didn’t knew it was today. He already have things reserved, flowers, chocolates and gifts. He just lost track of time and forgot it was supposed to be today. He forgot the reason why he even accepted so many jobs all at once, because your birthday was coming up and he wanted to spoil you.
He zoomed out as fast as he can, getting all those things he got for you. He got you your favorite chocolates, a bouquet of your favorite flower, the dress you’ve been eyeing and he got you matching jewelry along with it. And, even a lingerie, something for the both of you. He chuckled when he saw it at the store, imagining you in it and boy did it do things to him.
Holding the bags and bouquet, he feels giddy and ready to spoil you. But he didn’t expect what greeted him when he opened the door, you were stuffing some clothes in a bag in the living room. He slowly walked closer to you, he felt as if his heart stopped to beat, “Ja.. jagi?” your eyes were still swollen when you faced him, his tears on the verge of dropping as he dropped the bags and bouquet. He dropped to his knees and hugged your waist.
“Ja-jagi! Don’t leave me, let’s fix this.. please!” he begged while he hugged your waist tighter, you can feel your shirt get wet as he tears continued to flow out of his eyes. You feel your heart ache again, seeing him in a vulnerable state, but you can’t deny that you also feel good, knowing he loves you as much as you love him. “Z-zen,” you removed his hands around your waist and gestured him to sit on the sofa.
“I’m not leaving you silly!” you said, Zen was confused, eyes searching for yours, looking for an answer, if you’re not leaving then..?
“You said you have a shoot, right?” you offered him a small smile, he let out a breathe he didn’t know he was holding, he kissed your temple and hugged you.
“God, don’t scare me like that,” he whispered, “I thought I was going to lose you.. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean what I said earlier..” your head rested against his chest, you can hear his steady heartbeat as he stroke you hair gently. You looked up to him and cupped his cheek. “I’m sorry too Zen.. I didn’t mean to nag-”
“No no no no,” he said, he cupped both of your cheeks, “I love you. You didn’t nag me, I was just exhausted.. I.. I forgot the reason why I was working so hard was for this day. To nothing but spoil you,” he said, he leaned forward and gave you chaste kiss.
You couldn’t help but smile in the kiss, your heart fluttered as your anxieties washed away. “You didn’t have to Zen,” you whispered. “I know,” he said sheepishly, rubbing his neck, “but I want to spoil my princess. I’ll make it up to you, I’ll spoil you all week long, going on fancy dates or wherever you want,” he looked at you lovingly, his glistening eyes adding to his charm, God you love this man.
“But don’t you have a shoot?” you asked worriedly, Zen shook his head and held your hands, “I called the director and I said I couldn’t go,” he held your cheek and rubbed it with his thumb, your swollen eyes as evidence you cried earlier. It hurt him, it hurt him that he hurt your feelings. “I’m sorry I hurt you, but I promise you.. This week will just be all about you,” you held his hand that was on your cheek, “About us,” you said, he smiled and he feels so warm, warm with all your love. You still think about him, and you always do. Ever since you got together, it wasn’t you, me, him or her, it was always us.
His smiled widened, giving you a peck as he took the bags on the floor. He offered you the bouquet which you gladly accepted, opening the gifts one by one. You looked at him as he showed it to you, his smile never leaving his face.
Looking at him, it was definitely the love that you'll always fight for. Your love, this love, was worth any fight, any hater you had, and even any issue thrown at the both of you.
Setting aside the gifts, Zen took your hand and kiss your palm, "Happy birthday princess," you giggled as his kisses went further up that tickled you. "I have one more gift that isn't in a box," he whispered to your ear, licking your neck as you slowly descended to lay down at the couch. Zen looked down at you, your hair messy, cheeks already flushed and your lips parted.
"Are you ready?" he asked, grinding down his hips on yours earning him a moan that caught at your throat. You hooked your legs behind him, his eyes already half lidded and filled with lust, "more than ever."