Hellcat Spangled Shalalala (Zen/Reader)
You could feel the sun, orange behind your closed eyelids.
Every part of exposed skin warmed by the golden light.
There was a nice breeze every so often,
the smell of freshly cut grass and sunscreen, silence that wasn't eerie.
It was wonderful.
Sitting up from your relaxed, sun bathing position you stretched.
You slowly made your way to the pool.
Sitting on the edge, feet in, fingers gripping the edge at your sides.
You peered over. Scrutinizing.
The comforting smell of the chlorine made you feel clean, sanitized.
Small ripples broke the clear, sun streaked, opalescent surface as you moved your feet in small circles.
You stared at your feet in the water, they looked so pale.
You were startled awake from your inspection by the loud sound of something heavy making contact with the water.
The cold water was a sharp contrast to the warmth you previously felt.
You flinched as it fell over you.
Crimson eyes peered at you from under the surface, your smile widening as they inched closer.
His face rose from the water.
Water droplets slid off the even, unblemished, smooth skin of his forehead down his stunningly sculpted nose.
His hair was an iridescent pearl, the sun's reflection struggled to settle on just one hue.
"Hey there beautiful, come here often?"
You gave him your best attempt at a flirty smile,
"Only when my boyfriend has a photo shoot. He doesn't like it strangers talk to me. He gets super jealous and over protective."
The corner of his lips lifted elegantly, stifling a smile.
"I can see why. I bet he's scared that anyone can just come along and steal your heart."
He stood up now, the water reaching his a little under his shoulders.
"Mmmm no. I love him and only him. Don't tell him I said that, he'll never let me live it down."
You felt the vibrations of his chuckle as he came in contact with you.
His arms came to up to caress your face, his only a few inches away.
You didn't mind the coldness of his hands, it was refreshing.
You leaned downward, your fingers tightening their grip on the edge to not fall.
His lips fitting against yours snugly.
They felt so right on yours.
The feeling in your stomach intensified, the butterflies never really left when you were with him.
It was short kiss but, nothing short of amazing.
***
After the photo shoot you both went home, changed and got ready.
A small group of your friends had planned a bonfire, you loved bonfires.
Once you arrived, you spread the largest towel on the sand near the fire pit and settled.
The evening had gone quickly, there was plenty to do at the beach. Especially with your choice of friends.
The sky went from vibrant sunny peach streaks to a starry night.
You sat on your towel admiring the brilliant bright specs in the night sky.
The sky was like a blanket, a darkness that embraced you, a deep indigo and dark charcoal decorated with little diamonds.
There was the pleasant sound of the firewood crackling, Yoosung's bickering, the crinkling of tinfoil and V's camera clicking away.
You took a deep breath, inhaling the distinct scent that only Zen had, the smell of roasted marshmallows and sweet potatoes also lingered.
You giggled, Koreans and their love of fire roasted sweet potatoes.
You had seen it on variety shows and K-Dramas, not really seeing it as an actual thing to go out of your way and do, yet here it was.
You giggled a little louder when you thought of the 'have you eaten' questions and how irrelevant and unnecessary it had once seemed.
Look at you now.
You could feel your smile grow.
You loved everything in this moment.
You felt the pair of arms around you tighten and a chin rest on your shoulder.
"What are you giggling at 자 기?"
You looked away from nature's masterpiece over to him.
Your noses bumped and your eyes met.
"I'm just thinking about how... unexpected... it was that my life would turn out to be like a K-Drama."
He lifted his head from your shoulder, his eyes searching for something in yours.
"That's why you were giggling?"
You nodded, "Yes. I never expected to one day sit and eat fire roasted sweet potatoes. Or be constantly asked if I've eaten. Or actually be part of a scandal."
He hummed in response.
You leaned back on his chest again and observed the stars.
"But despite the scandal and what we went through, I wouldn't trade this for anything. This is my happy ending."
He looked down at you, meeting your fleeting gaze, and gave you a charming smile.
He was breathtaking.
Absolutely amazing in every way.
His unusual hair was like snow that cascaded sleekly down his back.
His eyes were such an intriguing color. When you were younger you were terrified of red eyes, now it seemed you couldn't ever look away. They held a sort of comforting feeling for you.
They made you feel at home.
His skin was dazzling. Brilliant. Pale.
It had the softest, smoothest texture and it felt like silk against yours.
He was the most gentlemanly person you'd ever met, chivalrous yet flirty.
He looked after you with such care, he would put your safety first.
He had so many special talents, his singing was spectacular, his acting was phenomenal, and he was always modeling (he called it being a normal human.)
He was nature's true masterpiece.
He was beautiful. In every way possible.
And you were lucky.
You were thankful each and everyday that someone who gave you never ending butterflies could love you like he did.
You felt tears well up.
You felt him tense up.
Carefully wiping your tears, he leaned closer to you and chuckled.
"You were just talking and kinda trailed off and stared into space. What suddenly made you cry? Are you ok?"
You sniffled but nodded.
"You're so perfect."
He blushed and gave a small laugh.
"I know I always say that but hearing you say it, as you're in tears, makes me sincerely doubt that."
"You are. In each and every way.
And despite all the bad you had to face,
you're bursting with life and light." You sniffled lightly, smiling a little and adding. "It makes me want to blow the bonfire out, just to see if you glow in the dark."