Behind his dimpled smile and sugary eyes lies a past of hardships. Zee lives aimlessly, hopping from job to job, unable to keep stable employment. But when he is invited to take a position at the prestigious Haven Hotel, Zee's life changes from a le...
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Chawarin tapped the rim of Zee's glasses, chuckling at how studious he looked as he wrote in his small black notebook while in bed. Zee peeked through his glasses, his lashes low and steady. A smile appeared on his face.
"What?" Zee asked, "I know I don't wear them often, but they're just glasses."
"They look good."
"You mean, I look good in the glasses," Zee said while he looked back down at his notebook.
"The glasses look good."
"You mean, I look good."
Chawarin scrunched his nose as Zee chuckled, still keeping his eyes on his pen. Chawarin sat up, his back straight and phone in his hand. He tapped on his phone a little before his nose raised up and he hitched up his voice.
"What do you write about every night?"
Zee smirked and pushed up his glasses with his middle finger on the bridge, adjusting his frames, "Hm, I just write about my day."
"What was your day like?"
He turned the page and started reading off from the entry, "Nhu was cute today. I woke up after being used as a body pillow. When he opened his eyes, he pretended like he wasn't clinging to me. He also had drool on his face—"
"Wait, wait," Chawarin stopped him, "Stop teasing me. I was asking you to read what you wrote about your day, not for you to tease me."
Zee puckered his lips, "I was reading what I wrote."
"You can't be serious," Chawarin grabbed the notebook from Zee's lap.
Zee chuckled as Chawarin read the page that was opened. Word for word, his eyes shook realizing Zee was truly reading off from the page. He glanced up at Zee, a pout blooming on his face. Then he flipped back one page. Then another. His eyes skimmed the contents and he quickly looked back up.
"Why are all these entries... about me?"
The human chuckled, his feet under the blanket wriggling around, "I guess I think about you a lot throughout the day?"
Chawarin scoffed and closed the notebook. Then he handed it back to Zee, "Is that all you write about?"
Zee held his notebook in his hand, letting his hand bounce up and down like it was floating on water. He didn't say anything.
"So..." Chawarin's voice interrupted the silence, "You just write about me? Gross. If people saw this notebook, they would think that I coerced you into writing about me."
