Helpless
Author’s corner: *Cue Hamilton soundtrack* I love the song, Helpless, so much and it’s what I listened to as I wrote this. Here you go, baby! Hope you like it~
Warnings: None
Description: MC has some trouble with an oblivious Zen.
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6: “I need a place to stay.”
You didn’t know what you did in your past life to deserve this. You gave it some serious thought but nothing came to mind as you opened the door to a sopping wet, Zen.
“Hey, princess,” he smiled sheepishly.
For a moment you just stood there and stared blankly at the gorgeous man in front of you. You would think that after a while of knowing him, you would get used to Zen’s face but there you were again, completely blown away. After another minute of shameless gawking you finally noticed that Zen was shivering in his shoes.
“O-oh, shit!” flustered, you hurriedly stepped aside to let him in, “what happened to you?”
He laughed weakly as he slowly removed his shoes, “I kinda got caught in the rain.”
“I can see that,” you giggled, putting your hand up to shield yourself from the water droplets that Zen shook out of his hair.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, “anyway, I was coming home from a show when the rain started...it was getting pretty rough out there when I remembered that your house was nearby. I’m sorry I didn’t call ahead. I really need a place to stay, MC --at least until the rain stops.”
As if right on cue, thunder rumbled lowly in the sky. The rain splattered heavily on the roof drowning muting every other sound.
“I don’t think this storm is stopping soon anytime soon, Zen.” you told him, the next words were a little harder to say, you felt your cheeks flush at the mere thought of it. “You--you should just stay the night.
“Oh I wouldn’t want to be a bother.”
“I insist,” you said, hoping that you didn’t sound too thirsty, “it’s too dangerous to head out in these conditions.”
Zen agreed with a smile. It had a strange effect on you. Your heart felt like it was zapped by lightning, kickstarting it into a marathon. It didn’t help when Zen started to thank you in a sweet sultry voice.
“Ha..ha--hey, it’s no problem,” you laughed nervously, lightly pushing Zen’s bicep.
Stupid.
Zen chuckled at your expense rubbing on the spot that you just had touched.
You cleared your throat, embarrassed. Quickly you escaped to your room with an excuse to get Zen some towels.
“M-my brother left some of his clothes here.” you shouted, “I think they might fit you. You-you can use the shower and get dressed.”
Zen thanked you again when you handed him the things, “Aw man you’re doing so much for me, babe.”
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” you sighed as you watched him take off his shirt and saunter off into the bathroom.
Shaking away the inappropriate thoughts in your head, you slowly made your way over to the couch.
This was ridiculous.
You know you often prayed for things like this to happen but you didn’t know that God would be so generous to make your wishes come true. Meeting Zen for the first time all those months ago, you didn’t expect to like him this much. If you were being honest, you didn’t completely trust a guy who was that good looking. He seemed like a lot of trouble and you were right. Zen was drop-dead gorgeous and flirtatious. However, in spite of that he was sweet and kind. He was passionate in his career and a good friend--too much in fact.
Falling for him you didn’t realize that he could be so dense. You weren’t usually the type to go around flirting with men but with Zen you tried giving it a shot. You weren’t the best at it but you were putting in some effort--something that even your friends at the RFA have noticed. Everyone could see that you were interested in Zen, with the exception of the man himself. Your confidence was slowly faltering but tonight was a chance that you felt you would never get again.
You were busy over analyzing things that you hadn’t noticed Zen walk into the room. He saw you frowning deep in thought. He called out to you lightly tapping on your shoulder to get your attention, ready to tease you.
What’s go you thinking so hard, babe?
Zen barely got a syllable out when you jumped up and yelped at his touch.
He blinked several times surprised at your reaction.
Your face was burning, you wanted to melt through the floorboards and disappear. So much for your plan.
You quickly stammered out and apology.
Zen held up his hand, giving you a smile, “It’s fine. It’s my fault for surprising you.”
You couldn’t look at Zen. You swallowed your embarrassment and tried to give him a reply but you were having trouble making a sound.
He saw you fidgeting with pillow the on your lap. Sensing your discomfort, Zen took the initiative to change the subject.
“Hey, you were right--your brothers clothes do fit me! Look!”
You looked up from your lashes and finally saw Zen in your brother’s shirt and sweatpants.
“I look pretty good, huh?”
Your eyes widened at Zen’s question.
Seriously? Yes? Please marry me?
“Oh--umm you don’t have to answer that,” Zen made a sound that was in between a cough and a laugh, “ it must be weird since, you know, they are your brother’s clothes and all.”
You laughed nervously but regretted making a sound so you bit your lip to stop.
He sat down on the couch and immediately you were struck at how good he smelled, just coming out from the bath.
Oh dear, lord.
“How is he, by the way?”
Afraid that Zen would catch you sniffing him, you leaned away, “Oh he’s great--you know same as always.”
“Good, good,” Zen said but he was frowning, “hey, babe, why are you sitting way over there. Is something the matter--”
Thunder crackled outside making you jump at least an inch off your seat.
‘Sorry,” you squeaked.
Zen laughed--a musical sound, “Are you scared of thunder?”
“Not really,” you cleared your throat, “that just surprised me--”
Another clap of thunder and you snapped your eyes shut. You hugged the pillow closer to your chest, tightly holding on the its case.
“Hey, hey,” you could hear Zen’s calm voice nearby, “it’s gonna be alright.”
When you opened your eyes Zen was sitting right next to you. The side of his hip practically pressed against yours. He gently held your hands, massaging circles on the space between your thumb and index finger.
His face was flushed from the bath he just had. Stray silver hairs were falling in gentle wisps framing his beautiful face.
“Your pulse is really fast,” Zen noted as his hands reached your wrists, “you must be terrified, huh? Don’t worry I’ll protect you.”
He punctuated the last words with a wink.
Your heart fluttered faster and you knew Zen could tell. At this distance all you could really see was Zen. Sweet, gorgeous Zen with the shiny pair of lips.
If you leaned in a little you could kiss him and you would know, if dreams were as good as reality.
You doubted it.
“MC?”
You looked up and Zen’s eyes were looking right at you.
This was going to be a really long night.
