Fragments of Love: A ZaintSee Collection

Take Me Home to Paradise

So baby could you show me what it's like?

If only you could take me home tonight

And baby could you show me it's easy to breathe

In which somebody finally came back home.

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Feet tapped on the floor like a rabbit would stomp its feet on the ground in a fast pace. Legs jiggled nervously, knee bouncing as the whole body swung back and forth on the swivel chair. If one were to look at him right now, it would send them into a tidzy – dizzy from all the various movements that just screamed nervous anxiety. You'd think it was because it was the final day of the Free Fire Celeb Showdown, but really, Zee doesn't get this nervous – or it's really better to call it excitement more than anything – about a simple game. He could win, he could lose; the point was that his mind wasn't on it, and no one can blame him (though the rest of domundi had been teasing him since the start of the day, not that he particularly paid attention).

Saint was coming home.

Zee buzzed with what could only be described as an endless amount of enthusiastic energy. The thought of his boyfriend coming home was enough to energize him from the moment he woke up until to the present, as he sat in front of his MacBook, ready for the game. It wasn't like four days was a long time, certainly, they've been apart far longer than that when he had to go to Japan and Saint couldn't go with them because of exams. And the many other long weekends and holidays they spent with each other's families were another example. But really who can blame him when you have a boyfriend like Saint? And maybe, just maybe, he admits to the part of being a clingy koala, latching on to said boyfriend as soon as he was in a vicinity and even climbing him like a tree (figuratively and literally, which was usually a very fun thing).

"P'Zee, really?" Mark, Punpun, and practically the whole of Domundi all but shouted with astonishment as the rank for the first round came out, with Zee's team at the bottom with five points.

Now if only he can channel the same energy into focusing on the actual game instead of his head being in the clouds at the thought of Saint coming home.

"Sorry krub." Zee sheepishly apologized, and Mark laughed at him.

"Hmm, someone's distracted." Mark teased, and he rolled his eyes.

"No, just..." Zee dragged the top of his screen down to see any notifications, and grinned at the Almost there koala bear, "warming up, Mark. Just warming up."

"Only nong can have this effect." Mark said but Zee didn't seem to hear as he moved his attention towards his MacBook, deciding to reply to his Shaman of a boyfriend. Can't wait!

As the showdown went on, Zee's excitement made him hungry and as he ate during breaks, he was multitasking as he ate, texted and played the game. It was a wonder how his team ranked fifth in the second round.

"Oooh, inspired P'Zee?" Mark teased again and Zee guffawed with a mouthful of food.

"Shut it, I told you I was warming up."

"Sure you were, say hi to Nong for me later."

Zee's eyes widened and he choked and coughed on food, as he gave Mark a glare. "Mark!"

Luckily for Mark, the next round started and Zee was too preoccupied not to choke to death while getting ready for another battle.

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