Warnings: Fluff, insinuations of sexual themes? Cursing maybe.
A/N: Set the pacing of the game to be longer- just my own preference considering irl I would not fall for a man in eleven days and I wouldn’t meet him in less than five dfghjk changed up the first meeting as well fight me sdfghj
Part 2?? [I might do Sugar Scrub 2 as well okay???]
Zen is an undeniably attractive man. You were sure no woman would really be able to resist his looks- but you had also assumed he might be shallow when you first got to talking to him in the messenger. He was always going on and on about his looks. He claimed to be ‘Gods mistake’ and it was then that you were so damn sure you would harbor no feelings for this man. It already bothered you that he was so attractive and well aware of it.
However, you could only fight so much.
Late night chats came up- then phone calls started and soon, you realized he was more than his looks. He wasn’t some shallow and conceited asshole. His constant ‘braggings’ were really small cries for reassurances. His outward voice said he was handsome and amazingly so. Yet, his inward voice told him he was ugly. It told him he’d mount to nothing and end up alone and unwanted for the rest of his sad life. No one really knew of that voice, and you only grew to find out about it because of one late night conversation. He was a little tipsy, both off of some beer, and your attention, but you didn’t know the latter.
“You know, Jagi..”, he had said, using a little nickname that had made your heart flutter, “I kinda hoped that by now, my parents would have found me. Like.. ‘Hyun! We finally found you! You’re doing so well.. we’re so proud!’ “
The sadness in his tone made you frown, “I’m sure they’re looking.”
You heard him sigh into the phone, “No.. I don’t think so. It’s not that hard to search up my name..”
“Well-”
A small hiccup of his interrupts you, “Jagi.. do you think I’m handsome?”
He can’t see, but you shake your head, “Really, Zen? You know the answer to that.”
“I don’t though. How can I? I mean.. my own Mother told me I was ugly.. ugly as she cut my hair..”, he mumbles, voice breaking off at the end.
You were certain the cracking of your heart was far louder than the cracking of his voice. His own mother? “Wait wait- back up, are you-?”
“Mhm. I think.. I think I’m a bit too tipsy for conversation, Jagiya. I think I should rest, and you should too. A gentleman shouldn’t keep a lady up so late.”, he says, retreating instantly. He gave you a hasty but heartfelt goodbye and hung up.
You weren’t sure if he caught what he had said or not. He didn’t bring it up the next morning or anytime after, and you were too nervous to do so yourself. The mere thought ate at you though. Imagining little Zen’s face as the woman that gave him life told him he was ugly, broke you in two. Thinking of her forcefully chopping his hair and spewing more insults towards his looks haunted you. The image came up every time he’d come into the chatroom and spoke on his looks. You already knew his parents never approved of his dream and how they wanted him to go a different path. It killed you to think of how they might have found ways to try to force him.
This man was more than he seemed. He was so sweet and respectful despite how he had been treated by those that should love him. Slowly, but surely, you fell for this man. You weren’t sure if he was aware. Well- how could he be? Especially considering you hadn’t met face to face yet. You were on your way to, though. Months of just constant chatting and calls and finally, you’d get to have this amazing man right in front of you. If only traffic would move faster..
He was lovely- oh, you were so smitten, even more so than before. Even while in a cast, he had tried to cater to your needs and wants. He was even more handsome in person, and even sweeter. You thought that it might be awkward since you’d never seen one another before, but.. it felt undeniably natural. It felt so right it almost hurt. Unfortunately, you had to go. The sun had the audacity to start to set, and you couldn’t stay the night, no matter how much your rude brain demanded you to.
He’d called you right after, tipsy and absolutely elated. You’d been in his home- you’d sat on his couch- he got to see you. He got to see you talk and move and smile and wow, was he a goner. Your scent filled his home, sweet comforting perfume- but you weren’t there. It made him sad in a way he couldn’t describe, so he turned to his beer and soon enough you were on the other end of his phone.
He chatted you up so smoothly, telling you how pretty you looked- how absolutely gorgeous of a woman you are, inside and out. He even said your looks just might be better than his- it was alot coming from him, and it was insane how it made you blush. Anyone else would’ve rolled their eyes. Not you though, because you knew. He talked so much of his own looks- swore he was so handsome, but he didn’t fully believe it. He didn’t really feel that he was attractive or that he was going anywhere in life and it killed you.
Zen was amazing- Hyun, was amazing, and you wished he knew it.
Just as much as he wished you knew how he’s come to absolutely adore you.
The world has funny ways of forcing things to happen, doesn’t it?
“Shhhh.”, a voice says as someone crawls through your now broken window, “I’m here to take you to paradise.”
“Jagi? What was that noise? Jagii.. you’ve gone quiet.. hello? [Y/n]? [Y/-]”
“Tell Seven-!”
The person clasps a hand over your mouth and takes your phone. The masked man gives you a chilling stare as his disguised voice speaks into your phone, “I’m sorry, but I’ll be taking her now..”
