‘Mine’ ~~ Zen
So, this is kind of new to me.
I do write a bit of fanfiction and I wrote a collection of one-shots once based on songs (I call them songfictions :D) for Haikyuu!! and I kind of want to do it for Mystic Messenger. For now, I’ve only written one for Zen and I kind of want to do it for all of the RFA members + V and Saeran. I’m not taking requests for these but I am welcome to any prompts you guys can send. I’m just doing this for fun so you guys don’t have to read through everything but I do hope you like this ~~ mod stranger
based on the song ‘Mine’ by Taylor Swift (song lyrics are in bold italics)
You were in college, working part-time, waiting tables
“’From now… until the end of our days…’”
“’From now… until the end of time…’” you corrected Zen, looking up at him from the script you had in your hands. The two of you were in his apartment, practicing the lines he had to do for a play he was doing next week.
“Babe, do you have to be that strict?” Zen sighed but smiled playfully at you. “Besides, my version sounds more romantic.”
Left a small town, never looked back
“You told me to pretend being your director,” you shrugged. “So that’s what I’m doing. But… you’re right. Your version does sound better,” you smiled at him. “I guess you do have a thing for romance.” Zen grinned and leaned down over you, placing a kiss on your forehead, then your nose.
“I’m surprised you haven’t figured that out by now,” he said softly, pressing his forehead against yours. Grinning, you wrapped your arms around his neck.
“Maybe you should remind me…” you whispered. You watched as Zen’s smile turned from playful to devilish in half a second but before he leaned in for another kiss, you held up the script between your faces.
I was a flight risk, with a fear of fallin’
“…by practicing your lines,” you added. Zen leaned back and fixed you with a slightly irritated but nonetheless amused look. You looked up at him innocently from over the script, using the paper to hide the teasing smile on your lips.
“Man, first my director harasses me and now my girlfriend too,” Zen sighed, running a hand through his long, silvery hair and lying down on the couch next to you. The couch in Zen’s apartment could barely fit the two of you but you didn’t mind it at all. To save space, you turned your body so you could face him. He looked at you and smiled, shaking his head. “You really are merciless.”
“And that’s why you love me~” you sang.
Wondering why we bother with love, if it never lasts
“That’s why I love you,” Zen agreed. He pulled you close and nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck. You put his script down on a table nearby and wrapped your arms around him, running your fingers through the hair gathered in his ponytail. The two of you lay silently like that for a while, relishing each other’s company. No matter how much Zen said he hated his tiny apartment with the ugly peeling paint on the walls, the broken water heater, and everything else, you loved it. It was quiet here, peaceful. So much different from your own home that felt as if it was made out of broken glass stuck together.
I say, “Can you believe it?”
“Do you really have to go home?” Zen spoke up, his voice soft and hesitant, so much different from the loud, powerful one he used onstage. When he acted, he always seemed larger than life, something that almost wasn’t human. You knew just how much the fangirls loved him for that. But that wasn’t all Zen was. Only you knew this side of him, the side that was still wounded by his own past and fueled the insecurity that seeped in from time to time. But you loved this side even more, because it was the one that Zen protective of you.
“Yeah, soon,” you answered, trying to sound nonchalant about it. You didn’t want him to know that earlier today your father practically threw a beer bottle near your head. If you did, who knows what Zen’s temper was going to do?
As we’re lyin’ on the couch
“You know, I really hate this couch,” Zen said, propping himself up on an elbow and looking down at you.
“You hate everything here, Zen,” you deadpanned, staring up at him.
“Yeah, but this couch takes the cake,” he said. “It’s weird and lumpy in all the wrong places and much too small for us to do anything fun on it.”
“I see…” you nodded slowly, raising an eyebrow at the last part.
The moment, I can see it
“When we get out of here and move to a new house, I’ll buy us the biggest couch I can find,” he said excitedly.
“Alright, I’ll be waiting for this awesome couch in the future,” you giggled.
“You can count on it,” Zen grinned and planted a kiss on your forehead.
Yes, yes, I can see it now