so this idea popped into my head this morning and i was like damn i gotta try writing that. this is the first time ive written zen so i hope he's okay. and if you guys like this idea and concept i'll write more?
also hmu analsensei on tumblr to talk mystic messenger w/ me
~hopefully you enjoy~
It had started out as a joke, something you'd been hoping would just be a small laugh between the two of you. Well, that was before it spiralled into this. It happened a little over two weeks ago, you'd been up early preparing a lunch for Zen who was heading to an audition that day.
Into the kitchen he came, a wide grin pulling at the corners of his lips as he admired you in the apron he'd bought- teasingly saying 'kiss the cook' in cursive letters. Which he then proceeded to do, with glee.
"Morning love~" he purred against your cheek, his nose chilled against your flesh. "Whatever you're making smells delicious."
You couldn't help but smile as well, Zen's flirtatious nature was infectious and you found it impossible to ignore; especially as his hands traced your spine, sending quakes of warmth throughout your body. Turning your head you pecked his nose, teasingly nibbling it as you elicited a delighted gasp from Zen.
"It's a big day today so I had to make a big lunch! You have that audition for that new TV show today, you'll need something to fill you up beforehand." You explained, closing the tupperware of his lunch and folding a napkin alongside it.
Humming into your neck, arms still wrung around you, Zen nodded. "Director says that it's a pretty big deal. Apparently due to the show being based off a popular series of novels it's already guaranteed for at least two seasons, this could be a major break for my acting career!"
Putting Zen's lunch aside you allowed yourself to be fully domineered by his arms, his hips pinning you against the counter. He was extra handsy in the mornings, from the moment you two woke up he insisted on touching you, mostly in innocent ways such as hair and cheeks- sometimes in other ways however. A slight flush rose to your cheeks as you eyed the island counter behind Zen, recalling one such occasion.
"Why are you blushing?" Zen asked, poking your cheek lightly, his fair eyebrows cocked in question.
Shaking your head quickly, hoping the action would rid your mind of it's dirty thoughts, you refocused on your lover. "N-no reason! I was just thinking of how handsome you'll look playing the detective. You've always looked so amazing in suits."
A giddy and pleased flush, outshining yours in comparison, heats Zen's cheek. He was always incredibly susceptible to flattery, and he immediately dropped the previous line of inquiry.
"Y-You think so?" He repeated, scratching absentmindedly at his cheek.
It was odd, ever since you two had started dating it seemed he found your compliments even more flustering, you didn't understand why. Nonetheless you found it incredibly cute and often indulged him with praise to receive such a reaction.
"Of course," you nodded firmly. "You're the picture of refined charm and sophistication."
Eyes widening and blush increasing Zen's suddenly swoops forward and takes your lips, kissing you deeply. Another added bonus of praising him- Zen reciprocated in the best way possible.
After several long moments, you pull back first, face still warm. "If you don't hurry you'll miss the train." You whisper, fingers tracing the slope of his jaw.
Glancing over at the clock, Zen confirms this is true, a small frown appearing. "You're right, I should go. I'll probably be back around dinner time, wanna catch a movie afterwards?"
"Sounds fun," you reply, handing him his wrapped lunch. "Good luck today."
Beaming, Zen nods and kisses you one last time, "thanks babe, see you later." Then he was off, grabbing his shoes and coat and rushing out the door.
As soon as he's gone the house is quiet and you ponder what you yourself were going to do that day. Pacing over to the couch you notice that Zen has left the material and information about the audition on the coffee table.
"Hopefully he doesn't need this," you muse to yourself flipping through the pamphlets.
The tv show was about an American detective who came over to Korea in search of his girlfriend who disappeared while studying abroad there a month prior. Once there he discovers his girlfriend was chosen as the local crime syndicate's 'girl' and she was being held captive by them. Determined to get her back the detective works alongside a Korean cop to discover the whereabouts of his lost love. After reading the synopsis you immediately understand why Zen would want such a part. With his exotic looks he'd make an amazing detective and hero for this story, not to mention seeing him in action- he'd fit the part amazingly. Flipping over the sheet you notice a list of audition times, it seems like the show needed quite a large cast. There was three audition days, the first day was for the three male leads then the second was the extras then the last for the 'girlfriend'. At the bottom of the page in bold was written 'local talent welcome'. While staring at that small inscription a thought occurred to you- why don't you audition? You hadn't done much acting since college but you were familiar with sets and scripts, you had to be with Zen around. What was the harm? Excitedly you reach for a pen and write the date, time and location on a slip of paper. Even if you just got cast as an extra it would fun to work alongside Zen, it had always been a secret desire of yours. You couldn't wait for the audition day.
On the day of the audition you had told Zen you had an appointment to attend, not a complete lie, more like a white one. Thankfully Zen didn't press you for any information, he was preoccupied reading and memorizing the lines for the Detective- he said he thought the audition went incredibly well and they'd be foolish not to choose him. You believed it, with how much vigour and passion Zen exuded while performing he was almost unstoppable. Waving good bye you stealthily put on a little more makeup than what you normally wear, you wanted to make a good impression. Once there you were taken in almost immediately, had you gotten there early? You were introduced to a small panel of producers, the director, a tall slim foreigner had a keen and sharp visage about him, you noticed his gaze as you took your seat. First they asked you a few introductory questions, your name, age, background in acting. Then, after they'd finished taking notes they handed you a script for the girlfriend.
"Are you comfortable reading us a few lines as 'Sara'?" One lady asked, "there are very few females in the script with lines."
The girlfriend, that's the main female role- you thought panickedly, will I be able to handle it? However you masked these worries with a delicate smile, "of course, that will be no problem."
"Excellent, whenever you're ready then."
Standing, forcing the trembling from your knees you scanned the dialogue quickly before beginning. It seemed like in this scene you were pleading with the crime lord to release you and return you to your true love, an emotionally charged scene to be sure. Swallowing thickly you began, morphing your face into one of utmost despair. For a long time you read, managing to flip through three lines of dialogue- with the director voicing the crime lord- before you were asked to stop.
"That's enough," the director said, holding up a hand. "We'll call you once we have the results, travel safely."
Bowing respectfully you left, the director's face was so impassive and cold you wondered if he liked you. Although you never anticipated getting the lead role you felt a wave of anxiety crash through you-maybe be didn't like you at all? On the train ride home you tried to recall any moments during the scene where he seemed to be enjoying your performance- much to your dismay you couldn't think of one.
Almost two weeks had passed since the audition, Zen was still practicing the detective's lines and as he did you couldn't help but picture yourself as the girlfriend. They had a lot of romantic scenes together- in the second act he infiltrates the warehouse and speaks to you through the bars of your cage.
"It kills me to see you suffer like this, my love." Zen recited, his eyes focused on the script in hand.
"I know, as it destroys me to see you grovel to that, scumlord. But time is merely a collection of seconds. It matters little as long as we're both alive, please do not risk yourself for me. Hope is not lost yet." You read blandly, not wishing Zen to know how many times you'd repeated this line in your head.
Zen opened his mouth to say the next line when both of your cellphones rang simultaneously. Glancing at each other in surprise you both fished out your phones in a hurry and leapt off the couch.
"It's the audition agency," Zen mouthed, eyes gleaming. He then proceeded to take the call, walking into the next room.
Glancing down at your own phone you realized it was a number you didn't recognize, 'T. Gliskten' the caller ID read. Confused you pressed accept, bringing the phone to your ear.
"Hello?" You said.
"Ah, hello this is Tristen Gliskten calling to inform you about your audition for 'Lone Orchid'."
Your mouth went dry, this was it! With baited breath you tried to respond casually, "ah yes, and what was the result?"
"Well as the director it's uncommon for me to go to such lengths as making personal phone calls but in this case I felt it necessary-"
Did he say director?! You had never thought to remember his name, how stupid!
"As I was saying," he continued, "upon rewatching your performance on a recording numerous times I've come to a rather uncharacteristic decision . . . I want you to be Sara Fisher."
You froze, forgetting to breathe, your entire mind backfiring- was he being serious?!
Brushing past the fact that you hadn't responded he carried on, "you lack experience in the field of TV acting yet I found myself bewitched by your performance more so than any of the others therefore I couldn't consider another. We begin filming in three weeks time, we will be in frequent contact as I need to arrange you with an agent and begin establishing you as a debuting actress-there is much to be done. Now I have other duties to attend to, talk to you soon."
With that he hung up and left you alone with your shock; holding the phone until the dial tone began to chime. After a few moments of nullity Zen returned to the room, his face long and eyes downcast.
Blinking away your numbness you turned to him, "what did they say?" You voice was hoarse yet Zen didn't seem to notice.
"Well I got a role just not the role." Zen sighed, rubbing at the back of his neck. "Say hello to Sung Min, the crime boss."
No way! This couldn't be real! Everything was happening so fast, you were to be Sara Fisher- lead female and Zen was to be your captor!? Even in your wildest fantasies this wasn't the result you had hoped for, this all began as a joke!
Swaying on your feet, Zen reached out and caught you before you slumped to the ground.
"Whoa! Are you alright?"
Leaning your brow against Zen's shoulder you let out a shaky laugh, "well Sung Min say hello to Sara Fisher."
so that was that. how did you like it? it sounded better in my head maybe than in execution? idk please let me know if you wanna see more of this idea bc it would really validate my existence :-)
thanks!
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