i lay there perplexed at this prompt until cheritz swooped down with the perfection of the halloween cg last night. @cutiesaeran and i ended up having the same brainwave, god bless...
Zen finds himself completely unable to make words the moment he opens the door. Which must be the reaction Saeran was hoping for because he can see half of Saeran’s wickedly satisfied smile peeking out from under that mask he’s wearing. That iconic white mask that Zen’s seen a million times from a million repeat viewings. That mask that he could recognize on sight from miles away.
“You dressed up as the Phantom?!”
Saeran doesn’t answer, just puts a hand on Zen’s chest and lightly pushes him back through the doorway, stepping in after him. The door closes, and then…
“Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation~♪ Darkness wakes and stirs imagination~♪”
Oh my god. Is...Is Saeran singing to him? Seriously?? Zen pinches himself. This feels more like his birthday than Halloween.
“Silently the senses abandon their defenses~♪ Helpless to resist the notes I write~♪”
Saeran pushes Zen further until his back presses up against the wall. Zen laughs, a little breathless. “I could never have defenses around you, babe,” he teases.
Saeran leans in close and Zen can feel warm lips move against his jaw contrasted with the hard plastic of the mask, the last softly sung line of the verse getting lost under Zen’s thundering heartbeat. When Saeran pulls away, Zen tugs him back in so he can kiss the corner of his mouth and taste that smirk for himself.
“Down boy,” Saeran scolds, a glint in his eyes as he covers Zen’s mouth, blocking a second kiss. “We’re not done here yet.”
“Come on, pretty boy. Don’t you want to play dress up with me?”
“Oh? Are you finally gonna tell me who I am?” Zen grins, perking right back up and leaving a peck on Saeran’s palm. “I hope you’ve got everything for the costume with you ‘cause all I got are some props from old shows.”
“Mmm, nope. Not telling you who you are. You’re going to have to guess.”
“Don’t worry, it won’t be hard. I mean, you’re the one that’s so into couple’s costumes, right?”
“Couples costumes...? What do you mean c—” It clicks. “WHAT?! Wait, wait, wait, I’m Christine?! Why am I Christine?!”
Saeran snickers. “I’m cashing in on last year’s promise. I was the girl last time. Now it’s your turn.”
Oh yeah. He did say something like that, didn’t he.
“Well if that’s what you want, then…” Zen makes a show of swooning against the wall. “...I’ll do anything for my angel of music~”
Saeran had brought Saeyoung along to help with Zen’s costume change and Saeyoung sweeps through the door with everything: costume, wig, contacts, even makeup. By the time he’s done with him, not even one of Zen’s most devoted fans would recognize him, and that’s good. That’s perfect. If no one can recognize Zen than they can do whatever they want.
Saeran’s pulling him out the door by the hand the moment Zen steps out in his gown and Zen laughs, hurrying behind in quick feminine steps, the remnants of his training from playing all of those women’s roles when he was young. “You know, I always thought I was the Phantom.”
Saeran slows and turns, bringing the back of Zen’s hand up to his lips. “Problem?”
Zen’s heart slams against his ribs. God, Saeran’s really getting into it. “I’m not complaining.” Zen says, eyes sparkling. “Kinda funny for Christine to be taller than the Phantom though.”
Next thing Zen knows Saeran’s hand is curling around the back of his neck. “Guess I’ll just have to bring you down to my level then.”
They end up kissing for long enough to mess up Zen’s makeup.
They’re definitely late to the party.
