Mystic Host Club

Kiss Kiss Fall in Love!

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The white haired boy with pink highlights bent over again, hand caressing your cheek. You couldn't help but close your eyes and lean towards him as well as into his hand. You could hear him chuckle, almost laugh. You could feel his cool minty breath on your lips, you could tell his mint eyes were trying to pry through your eyelids to get to your eyes. You heart was almost striking the inside of your chest, blood boiling in your veins. You awaited anxiously.... anxiously... anxiously...

You felt his lips brush over yours, old and chapped. You didn't know what else to do but respond. Should you dominate it? Let him dominate you in the kiss? What should you do? Well, there's no harm and just reacting to what he was doing. However you couldn't help but bring your arm up and sliding it up his chest onto his shoulder. You could feel his lips curl up in a psycopathical smile against your own. That's when he swiped his tongue along your bottom lip. Without hesitation, you parted your lips. Your whoke body felt like it was along with the the same blush and same pulse of a heartbeat. 

"SAERAN WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT KISSING THR GUESTS LIKE THAT!? NO TONGUE!!! I THOUGHT SEVEN SCOLDED YOU ALREADY!!!"

Saeran lightly licked your lips closed, dissapointing you very much.  You opened your eyes and saw him already standing up at full posture, looking annoyingly at what you assumed was another host. You closed your mouth after awkwardly holding it out in a kiss form. You look over to see who was yelling at this host, who was apparently named Saeran. You almost gasped in astonishment.

He had long white hair tied up behind him with a red scrunching adorned with a small fake rose attatched to it. His eyes matched that red rose, shining brightly. His skin was fairer than snow white's and he wore a red rose on his male uniform. He had his hands on his hips sassily and his hips themselves were popped out almost femininely. You could tell he was flamboyant, but damn was he hot! If you remembered correctly, he had prwctically twenty women earlier at his beck and call. He seemed to be the most popular of the hosts here. He was the definition of sexy albino. 

You look back at Saeran, who crossed his arms and took off his jacket, revealing his entire dress shirt and tie. He tired his jacket around his waist and glared those mint green eyes into his rose red ones. He glanced over at you with his stern face, you gasped and your fingers flew directly up to your lips. Wait, what did you do that? Was it because you were craving to finish that kiss? But what about this new host! Why did you feel like you were completely falling in love with them with each new host you meet. This feeling of attraction, of love, why do you get it each Time you meet a new host? It's almost odd, but it felt so good. This constantly blush and pounding heart. This constant heat pulsing through your body. You loved it.

"I don't know, Zen. I think our lovely little lady was enjoying it. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she wanted another~"

Your lips curled up into an awkward smile and the rosiness in your cheeks gave it away. The other girls, fans of both hosts, surrounded the three of you. You didn't like the attention and the gossip going around in the circle. You accidentally make eye contact with the red eyed host and you see a bit of pink flushing over his face. He averts his eyes quickly towards the brunette host thst was definitely a girl. He probably didn't even realize his averting gaze went that way. It was probably automatic. You were picking up a slight romance here...

You look back at Saeran. He was facing you again, his slender fingers tapping all over your neck, crawling up to your chin. Once he gets directly where he wants, he lifts your face up towards him seductively. He looks over at the white haired host who was a little bit flustered. The girls seemed to be on edge, watching and waiting for the next part of this anime-like scenario happening before their eyes.

"Now, where were we~?"

The white haired host barged over and took your hand. He jerked you out of the seat and twirled you around so your back was in his chest. Your eyes went wide as you tried to process what was happening. You could hear the ponytailed host's set getting faster and faster, the longer you stayed in contact with him. You blinked and stared in Saeran's eyes. He was clearly agitated. He had his fists clenched to his sides and his eyes were getting wild. He gritted his teeth and spoke in a grilled tone. Not a sexy growl, an angry growl.

"What the hell Zen! I was having fun with my new toy!"

Toy!? For some reason the conparasin to a toy made another wave of heat, a wave of love and attraction, pulse through your body. It made your spine shiver and a smile be forced upon your lips. You look up at the white haired male, who was rather tall. He had pink dusted on his cheeks. His name was Zen, huh? That's cool. You think you've hesrd a girl passing through the hall saying he was the King of the Mystic Host Club? Thst means he reigns pretty high around here. He scoffed at Saeran.

"Women aren't toys! They're people to be respected and catered to. I think I'll take this lovely lady away from you so she isn't subjected to your bad boy attitude!"

And just like that, he started dragging you away by your wrist. You looked back at Saeran who seemed disappointed. The majority of the girls followed you and zen. There were about fifty seven and thirty three followed you. The other twenty four stayed behind with Saeran, comforting him and saying stuff about Zen that he was wrong. Your eyes were locked with his mint ones before he looked away, scoffin to himself. It made you kind of sad.

You turned back around and continued walking away with Zen. That's when you realized he wasnt just holding you by the wrist any more. His hand was entwined with yours. The blush returned and that feeling of attraction was reborn. Zen suddenly stopped and turned around, seeing your pink face directed at him rather than at Saeran. You watched his pale cheeks grow rosy in hue. Girls all around squealed at that.

"I'm sorry about Saeran. He's a bad boy today, but I'm sure he'll switch to good boy tomorrow. That's his trope. I'm sorry he sexually harassed you."

You rose an eyebrow and snirked. Wait, did he Seriosuly think you didn't enjoy that? Did he think kissing a girl who was clearly asking for it and not resisting one bit was sexual harassment. You watched his eyes widen as you let out the start of a giggle. You cant help but turn it into a laugh, closing your eyes and trying to hide your ugly mouth in this rather enjoyable task with your hands. Your heart calemed down a bit and your blush died down a little more, making it more comfortable for your fit of laughter. It was clear that Zen was surprised and maybe even a bit flustered on your cute reaction. You tried to talk to him between your laughs.

"Wow! I thought I had it coming! That's not sexual harassment! Zen! Wait, it is zen right? Whatever! Wow your reaction was adorable!"

The girls all gasped, turning to the king of the host club. Nobody has ever called Zen cute before. At least to his face. Nobody compliments zen up front like that because of who he is. Zen froze, blush creeping up his face. You manage to calm yourself down. You felt more at ease with his host rather than the utter attraction and flusterdness you felt with Yoosung And Saeran, Maybe Seven if you count the short time you interacted with thst redhead. It wad a nice little break from that feeling. You look back in Zen's eyes. They were averted towards the flor and he mumbled his words. But it wasn't so mumbled that you couldn't hear him.

"Can I kiss you then?"

The girls who heard it all gasped. Those who didn't were hearing I think at the speed of light. Forget what you said about not being flustered. That feeling was back.

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A/N

Okay When I wrote the previous chapter last night I Seriosuly didn't expect myself to think of it going completely to this! I was going to transition to Jumin or someone but I think transitioning to a jealous Zen is better.

Should zen kiss you? Tell me in the comments! I'm hungry for comments... and breakfast. I wrote this before school lol.

Love you all!

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~Eva