I’m yours, forever, alright? I’m right here next to you, babe. Tentatively, you nod, and a sad smile crosses Zen’s face. I would never choose someone over you, okay? Never, ever, ever.” I’d never want to be with anyone if they’re not you. I could never be with someone else, okay, honey? You’re it for me. You let him, relaxing into his embrace as he peppers you with kisses one to the crown of your head, one to your cheek, your nose, and finally, your lips. “Oh, honey…” Zen breathes, drawing you back into his arms. And- and you loved her so much, and- and we were friends, so I just had to watch you with her and there wasn’t even anything I could do because you were so happy and that’s all I could ever want for you and-” And that you were with someone who… wasn’t me. I dreamed that…” You swallow, the words sticking in your throat like dry bread. Zen’s eyes widen, his brow creasing into a dint of concern in his forehead. At your hesitation, he pushes himself further upright and slants his body towards you, proving his eagerness to hear your troubles despite the late hour. “Do you want to talk about it?” he offers, blinking until all traces of sleep are lost from his eyes. His thumb rubs circles into your palm, his fingers locked with yours and offering a reassuring squeeze every few moments. Although he lets you lean back against the headrest, Zen refuses to let go of your hand. When the tears finally ease, you are the first to pull away. He waits patiently, pressing kisses to your temple and whispering reassurances that are lost in your hollow gasps. The rumbling vibration is soothing, like the purr of a cat, not that you’d ever compare him to that not to his face, at least. “What is it, honey? What’s wrong? A nightmare?” Your shaky sobs are caught in the hollow of his collarbone, and his hand rubs soothingly over your back. His bare chest is warm on your cold nose, and your tears slide easily over his skin. “Oh, baby,” Zen whispers, his arms immediately circling you as he pulls you against him. “Zen,” you croak that’s all you can manage before the tears finally fall. When you look at Zen, your vision is fuzzy with sleep and dimness, a grainy snapshot of relief to the mess of emotions swelling and lumping in your throat. A yellow glow drifts into the darkness, pulling it gently apart like a velvet curtain. The bed creaks as Zen sits up, eyes bleary as he fumbles for the lamp. The sudden, grounding force of his voice has you lightheaded, mind spinning and distant as you suck in a large breath, the chill of the air burning your lungs, and the only sensation that feels real at this moment. Zen’s groggy voice jolts you into consciousness. Affirmations that you would never be blessed to hear, affection that you would never receive. You remember her shy smile, the flush on her cheeks, her giggle as he dipped his head to her ear, lips brushing over her skin as he whispered secrets that were lost in the silk of her hair. You remember the smile on his face, the brilliance of his eyes, the warmth of his laugh none of it yours to cherish. All you can hear is the thrumming, and the echoes of subconscious words slowly fading into the mere memory of a dream. Your heart slams against your ribs, the beat ringing in your ears and blocking out the quiet sounds of the nighttime. Your legs are tangled in sweaty sheets, chest heaving and temples damp. Indigo darkness drapes across the room like spilt ink, slick and thick, drowning out any semblance of light. You have a nightmare, Zen is there to comfort you □ pure fluff ahead my friends Soooo i read headcanons by abt zen and unrequited love and they made me almost cry so i wrote this to feel better lol
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