Mystic Messenger: Last night with you (ZenXMc fanfiction)

Chapter 7: second first date

A/N: *photo update!!!* see picture above to see what MC's apartment look like :)

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It's no question that you always dress yourself up a little every time you and Zen went out. He was gorgeous and you wanted to look deserving to be beside him. This time is no different, you put on a pretty dress something that was casual yet graceful enough for a first date thing then added a bit of makeup, the way Zen like it.

When you reach the cafe Zen was already standing outside waiting for you. You greet him with a smile and he reciprocated it, he then opened the door and you lead the way inside.

You and Zen both used to love this cafe. It has private rooms where small meetings could be made but, to you and Zen it meant a little bit of privacy away from his fans, away from the crowd.
You came here so often that the moment you walk in the staff already knew what to do.

The waitress escorted you to one of the private room. Zen helped you to your seat, the waitress then hands you the menu and receive your order before closing the door behind her.

Th-this is nice. Zen said looking out the window. He sat across you not like before where he would sit right beside you. It's okay though you knew that he was still adjusting.

You spent the whole afternoon with Zen, talking about yourself and what your life was like before him, before RFA. You listening to his stories, his life before you, his career, his love for acting and singing, his passion. It was refreshing to hear Zen's stories some of which you haven't even heard before. You always thought thay you have him figured out but today you were discovering a new side of Zen.

It was already dark outside by the time you finish talking. It was so much fun talking to Zen. It reminded you why you fell in love with him in the first place. He's gorgeous, he's a real gentleman, and his passion for acting and singing is something you admire so much it could be called envy. Yes, his passion is something you wish you have. To want to do something with all of your heart to the point of madness, you wanted to experience that.

He offered to walk you back home to your apartment and you declined. It upset him at first, he thought he was the problem but you explained to him that you needed to go to the grocery for the lack of food back at your home. He then offered to accompany you, he argued that the grocery might be to heavy for a young lady to carry alone. You couldn't argue with that plus you still want to spend a little more time with him.

You walked side by side with Zen to and through the supermarket. You manage to control the urge to hold his hand like you did before. It is a bit lonely having to walk beside him but not being able to hold his hands if Zen was the way he was before, he'd never let go of yours.

You bought so many things from fresh veggies to rice and some toiletries. He bought some stuff too like moisturizer and beers. You scolded him for buying the latter then laugh it off. This was how it was, you'd scold him and he'd those puppy eyes. It was so cute.

He walked you back to your apartment and the moment the two of you are inside the house and had place the grocery over the counter he lectured you about inviting a guy in your home, it was too provocative he said.

Men are wolves! He chanted and you laugh as you chanted along with him. You've heard of it more than a dozen times from Zen.

He scolds you even more for not taking it seriously. Then proceed to defend himself saying that he was the only exemption since God made a mistake when creating him.

You giggled once again, you almost forgot that he was a bit, well not a bit but not much of a narcissist. You offered him to take a sit while you make hot tea but he declines. It was not right for a man to be at a woman's house this late at night.

You see him the door, he waved goodbye and you lean in to kiss him,
almost.

You almost kiss him like you always used to when his about to leave, but when you saw how surprise his eyes were you stop. You manage to stop midway. All the fun that you had earlier is slowly disappearing. The look in his eyes is a bitter reminder that he doesn't love you. He doesn't you. He doesn't love you anymore.

I'm sorry. You manage to say as you look down to avoid his eyes, you don't want to see what his eyes looks like right now. You scratch the back of your neck, you always did when you feel unease.

I---t's okay, I have to go.. see you around he said before leaving.

It was not!
It was not okay!!
You and Zen were having so much fun and ruined the moment by a selfish desire.

Stupid!
Stupid!!
Stupid!!!

You slam the door, leaned against it and sat on the floor. You hugged your knees and cry.

It wasn't the same as before and it hurts to be constantly reminded that his heart doesn't belong to you, not anymore. Maybe not even before.

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