Hi~ Could I request for angst fic for Zen attacked by his antifans? MC finds him while walking on the street (rides her car idk) and saves him and takes him to the hospital. Zen starts thinking again that he is ugly because of his injuries but MC there for him and comforts him?
just a little situation: MC doesn’t end in a relationship with anyone, just planned the party and made really good friends. (kind of a more realistic plotline xdxd)
kind of angsty, a little sweary, I write like a monkey. I hope you like it~
ZEN getting attacked by anti-fans
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Zen was just his good looks. He had an average voice, dumb dance moves, poor acting and most of all, lack of passion. Those were the statements of his unusual anti-fans. Although they were a small group, compared with his awesome fans, they were still there, stinging his pride and self stem. Some of his anti-fans, being the fans of other actor, just trying to push Zen down. There were some days when he would feel them like a larger group; usually when a show was already too much time in the theater the fans crowd would fall in number.
When Zen got finally out of the theater he would listen some mean and non-constructive criticism. That day, was one of those days. However, it felt different for several reasons. One of them being that MC was coming to watch the final presentation of the show, as she had no opportunity before. Zen was crushing so bad over MC, although she didn’t knew. This made all the negative comments and details just disappear with MC’s beautiful smile and shiny eyes.
He was so unfocused of real life that he eventually ignored a strange group of people hanging out at the back of the theater. Zen was with his cellphone, chatting with MC, making plans for dinner right then, so he didn’t notice how he was being followed.
He felt voices behind him, but he thought it was some group of friends chatting about anything. Until he felt someone knocking him to the floor. They punched him in the gut, pulled his hair and scratched his face and accessible skin. A blow on his head stunted him to the extent he saw blurry and barely heard. He though he heard a pair of scissors but it could be anything really.
Zen saw by the driveway a car-light, pulling cautiously over and fast footsteps leaving him behind. The car-light shut down, and a heel-sound echoed through his skull, then a nervous sweet shriek. He saw MC’s angelical face twisted with sorrow as she called something over the phone. It wasn’t long till Zen lost consciousness, and the ambulance came.
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“The patient has no internal bleeding, just a minor concussion. We want him to stay overnight to watch him over, but he should be fine.”
“Thank you doctor.” a gentle voice lullabied Zen’s head. Then it followed: “I hope he’ll be fine.”
“We all do MC. Assistant Kang was...really anxious, to say the least.” now a male, annoying, voice bothered Zen’s head.
“I’m anxious too. I just want to kill those people, they are so full of hate.”
“Don’t let them get you MC. We will find them; besides, it’s better if they rot in jail. I’ll make sure that happens.”
“Thank you Jumin.”
“I’ll make a few phone calls and update the members.” MC nodded and looked back to Zen.
“I hate it you know... how he says your name.” Zen murmured without opening his eyes. MC gasped and then smiled, when she met those ruby-colored eyes.
“Hi Zen-oppa, how do you feel?”
“Every time I hear your voice I feel so much better.” he flirts with a raspy voice and a vague smug face. MC laughed but then started crying, more of relief than anything else. Zen took her hand and squeezed it slightly. “I think I’ll sleep some more, will you stay here jaggy?”
“Of course.”
“Leave MC, now.” Zen said altered.
“But-”
“Don’t even try it. I don’t want to see you around here. Leave.” MC left with tears in her eyes.
Zen looked at himself on the mirror one more time. He had several scratches on his face, along with some bruises, his hair was shorter (with an awful haircut), and his neck was a violet and red canvas. He even had a stitch in his jaw and another one in his arm.
He was ashamed. All his long constructed self steam was torn apart. All his work to maintain pristine looks had banished in a matter of minutes and MC saw that awful face. He was afraid and depressed. He didn’t want to see her again, not with this looks, nor with the looks he could later achieve, he would never be de same again.
He could hear MC sobbing as she talked to Seven and Yoosung. He could also hear Jaehee now and then. Naturally MC felt rejected as anyone from the RFA could enter as they please except for her, and she could not understand Zen’s behavior.
Later that day, when MC returned from her apartment, after some food, barely touched, and a good shower, she overheard Zen arguing with Luciel.
“You are a goddamn fool. Can’t you see MC is worried to death about you? She barely eats, or sleeps just because you don’t want her to look at you? What kind of stupid asshole are you?”
“I can’t bare to see the look of MC’s face everytime she looks at me. I can’t let the woman I love see my face, ever again.”
“Well, you should better start saying that to her, because she thinks she did something wrong. She’s biting her nails off and beating her brain up just because you won’t see her. I’m done with you, stupid dickhead.”
Luciel opened the door to almost bump into a overwhelmed MC. She dodged the red head and ran besides Zen.
“Look at me.” she said softly. Zen looked the opposite side.”I said look at me” MC ordered displeased. She grabbed him by the chin and turned his head to confront him.
“You are still a goddamn good looking piece of shit, there is no cell in my body that can resist your charms. So quit fucking around and kiss me sometime would ya?”
Everybody in the room, and the ones in the hallway too, were stunned by MC’s bold declaration.
“And you beaten up makes you even hotter, if that’s even possible.” she said sitting in a chair besides him.
Zen could not talk, he was amazed. And really happy. He looked over to MC, who was now all flattered and as red as an apple for all her previous words. Seven closed the door and Zen finally spoke.
“MC, would you sit here please?” he said patting a small spot in his bed. MC gathered courage and sat looking at her hands, one of the ruby-eyed man hands’ reached her’s. ”Thank you babe. You are an angel, a filthy mouth angel.” he lead MC’s hand to his lips and kissed it tenderly.
MC smiled and looked at his eyes, then caressed his face a little, getting some hair behind his ears. “Would you help me get my hair even?” he asked sweetly. MC giggled a little and nodded, then leaned and gave him a chaste kiss on his lips. It felt like a feather, she didn’t want him to feel any pain; but Zen was all about kissing her and not feeling the pain so he just pulled her down and kissed her for some solid few minutes.
“Now, tell me all about how I’m still a handsome piece of shit.”
I finished! Jesus Christ that was kind of long~ lololol just kidding, have a great night.
