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**The night was not supposed to go like this**
by: Perfectly_just3
I knock on the door to his office. No answer. "Dr zayne? Dr zaynnneeee? Your favorite patient is here to see you." I look left and right. The usually busy and bustling Akso hospital had quieted down. Mainly only long term patients, and employees in the cold hallways. Even outside as the sun sets and the world begins to plunge into its routinely darkness the streets aren't busy, which makes me wonder what restaurants are even still open for us to order from.
The silver handle of the door to Zayne's office clicks open with a soft noise. As I reach for it I already hear his footsteps going back to his desk. I open the now unlocked door and close it behind me, locking it back. "How's my favorite doct-" I start before he cuts me off. "You still owe me dinner." He says sharply his usual deadpan face looking down at his computer. "Yea I know, and hello to you too zayne." I say with a playful eye role "I was waiting to see what you wanted to order." "I already told you what I wanted when you agreed to get me food" he replies.
**A few nights ago...**
Being trapped between Dr.Zayne, and a pool table at a fancy party was something I'd never imagine happened to me of all people. Maybe it's the wine, or the confidence the wine gave me but my head is reeling. "Watch closely, I'm only going to do it once." He says as he leans down with a smirk. Two arms full of muscle and scars wrap around my back as he aims the cue stick at the balls. He plants his face on my shoulder, leaning me back some so he could better. While he aims for the shot on the pool table he plants soft kisses on my neck, and I question weather or not he's been replaced with a clone until he makes the shot with killer accuracy. Yea, that's Zayne.
I try and croak his name but nothing comes out because of just how confused and hot I feel. He seems to know this and chuckles slightly. "How does it feel to be a cue rest?" Before I can answer the door knob jingles. "Dr zayne?" the voice of someone random calls "we are about to take the reunion photo, are you in here?" Always the calm, he doesn't jump like I do, he simply gets up and lifts me off the table, resetting the pool game. "One moment, let me clean up our pool game" he says calmly, while I'm standing trying not to explode. He walks over to me, his face embarrassingly and unnaturally flushed. "You owe me dinner for making me risk being seen by my colleagues like this, I want chinease takeout." he says sharply but playfully. "Alright.." I say weakly.
A loud snap brings me out my trance. "Are you recalling what I asked to eat? Is your memory that bad?" he asks with a raised eyebrow. "It is actually, Dr.Zayne. What do you want from the chinease takeout place?" I reply, opening up the app to deliver the food. He smirks. "I don't eat alot, but since you are paying for it..." he raises an eyebrow. "I'll have general tso chicken, over rice. Beef and broccoli stir fry noodles. A spring roll..and...whatever chocolatey dessert they are offering." I glare at him "You're lucky I just got a bonus from work." I reply ordering his food and mine to arrive at his house by the time we get there.
I glare at the radio as I am about to be bored to death by the classical music playing in his car. I have nothing agaisnt classical music, but this...was not my taste. "Is there something wrong?" Zayne says, without taking his eyes off the road "Yea, your music is about to bore me to death." I say, sitting back in my seat. "I prefer music without lyrics after a long day in a hospital." He replies calmly. "It doesn't have to be lyrically sound to be entertaining" I huff. "Then change it to a station with no words that *more entertaining.*" He replies as if he doesn't think I can find one. I instantly turn on the jazz station I play after work, and smooth jazz begins to fill the car as we continue down the highway. "Touchè" he says, and I smile.
We pull up to his house. I dont know why in my brain I always forget how big it is. I'd been here at least two times, but he is so modest I always forget how well a surgeons pay is. We pull into his driveway, luckily enough, at the same time as the food. I take it and thank the driver while Zayne tips him and unlocks the door. I go inside and set the food at the table while Zayne takes off his work jacket and shoes. I double back to leave my shoes at the door. "Thank you for the food." He says, taking the time to sort through the bag of oily, wrinkled, parchment and steamy plastic. "I owed you. I knew the risks of your classmates seeing and took them anyway." I replied, wondering if he was secretly a little mad. "All forgiven." He replies, but his tone is not soft, which makes me second guess.
We eat our food silently. The TV is on and besides the occasional chuckle from me at the show, there's nothing. The central air whirls, and the sound of the plastic utensils and wooden chopsticks can he heard. But not what I want to hear. I'm usually the one to start a conversation. I usually can't stop talking. But not like this...not while I think he's still mad at me. I know he's just cold, he always is, that's his evol! But there's just something about the way he's looking at me.
"Y/N!" Zayne snaps sharply, as if he's been calling my name while I've been off in Narnia. "Oh, uh, yea Zayne?" I reply, returning from my daze. "What's on your mind." he asks, his gaze still cold. "Nothing.." I shrug it off. "I am a doctor. I cannot be fooled that easily. So I will ask again: what's wrong honey?" My heart almost stops between the kindness and nickname. "Are you mad at me?" I ask slowly. "Why do you assume that?" He asks, clearly taken aback by the notion I thought he was upset. "You keep looking at me...with that cold look like you're mad." I stutter. "I already told you it was okay, the food as compensation was only a joke." He explains, actually looking saddened that I assumed he was upset. "As for my cold look," he starts, "you know it isn't personal. That's just the way I am."
"I know but-"
"Y/N..."
"After what happened the other night-"
"Y/N."
"I just feel like...I don't know you would've been more tender?"
"Y/N!"
"I just think you're still made because of how I made you lo-"
My ramblings of anxiety are cut off my warmth pressing unto my lips. It isnt a hand, or a finger, but another pair. That's the thing about it: Dr.Zayne is this unbreakable wall that you can't undo, Zayne is this tender and gentle warmth that never feels it himself. Zayne will never feel the warmth of the sun because he's locked away by pain and routine. But not tonight. I pull back speechless with stars in my eyes. "I'm not mad. The look you saw was my inability to express how much I feel for you. And I apologize for that." He says, his pale skin flushed red. "It's okay...I guess I express so much that it's bad, and you do so little it's confusing..." I reply with a nervous chuckle. He nods firmly. "How about this: we eat on the couch instead, watch a differnt movie and cuddle?" He suggests. "I'd love that." I reply, faster than I should. "As long as you don't get anything on my couch." He chuckles, closing the lid to his food.
So there I was, eating an egg roll in Zaynes lap, watching a romance movie with a blanket to combat the coolness of his house.
**this is not how this night was supposed to go.**