snack | zen

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it was pouring heavily outside and you decided to stay in the comfort of your own home.

you thanked yourself mentally for buying snacks from the convenience store before it rained.

not long after, your doorbell rang and you opened your door to see zen, standing outside, soaking wet.

"oh my god, zen, you're soaked ! i'll go get a towel, come on in. i don't want you to get a cold."

you ushered zen in, closing the door behind you before rushing to get a towel to dry up this poor boy.

"why'd you come here ? you should've informed me !" you said as you passed the towel onto him.

"well, i just wanted to surprise you but i forgot to bring an umbrella." zen laughed, scratching the back of his head.

"you want anything ?" you asked zen.

"i just want you to cuddle me~" zen teased.

"oh, stop it." you laughed.

"let's watch a movie then !" zen jumped up from your couch, grabbing the remote.

you took out a packet of pocky.

putting it into your mouth, holding it still.

you turned around, with zen looking down at you.

he bent down and bit the pocky, biting it till he reached your lips.

you stood there flustered, only able to stutter.

"if you wanted a kiss you could've just asked me you know." zen smiled cheekily at you.

"your lips taste like strawberry." he added.

"stop messing around !" you managed to spit out the words.

"that was a nice feeling. i could do it more intense tonight if you let me sleep over." zen smirked.

"zen ! stop fooling around !" you exclaimed, cheeks flushed.

"i'm not. i am totally serious." zen stared into your eyes intently.

"i'm going to go clean up !" you made up an excuse and ran into your room.

"babe! you're so adorable !" he continued teasing, chasing after you.

"i am not !"

"to me, you are the most beautiful person in the world."

and so, the time went by with you two conversing through the door until you finally let him in.

"good night babe."

"night."

and he landed a kiss on your forehead.

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