More Than Macarons
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tags: 1.3k words, SFW, fluff, zayne x gn!reader, established relationship (dating), drunk zayne being clingy and cute
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"I'm really sorry about this," Greyson says sheepishly. The warm light flowing from the windows of the hotpot restaurant outlines his figure with a thin glow. "The drinks were so sweet that you couldn't taste the alcohol in them. I told Zayne to slow down, but he ended up drinking more than he's used to…"
Zayne's face is flushed from his cheeks to the tips of his ears, with a dazed grin on his lips. He leans on Greyson with wobbly legs, swaying slightly. "I love sweets."
Greyson sighs. "We know, Zayne."
He guides Zayne towards you, helping Zayne wrap an arm around your shoulders so he can lean on you instead.
"How many drinks did he have?" you ask.
"Maybe about three or four?" Greyson shakes his head. "Seriously, this guy is way too much of a lightweight…He's been smiling all night. The new interns were terrified."
You chuckle. "I wish I could've seen their faces."
"They're great," Zayne says. His words are slurring together slightly. "You're great. Have I ever told you how great you are, Greyson?"
It's a far cry from his usual eloquent speech. Greyson sighs. "I hope you're not hungover in the morning tomorrow."
"Why would I be hungover?" Zayne asks, genuinely oblivious. "I'm not drunk."
"Sure," Greyson deadpans. He turns towards you to nod. "Thank you again for taking him to your place."
"It's nothing," you say. "My apartment is nearby anyways. I'm sure you have your hands full with plenty of other drunk coworkers to send home."
"Tell me about it," Greyson mutters.
He bids you both goodnight and returns to the restaurant. You walk with Zayne through the night, the streets still buzzing with people and laughter. The weight and warmth of his body leaning against yours is heavy, but comforting. It's rare for Zayne to be vulnerable like this. He's always taking care of you. You're glad you can be the one to take care of him this time.
Suddenly, you feel his breath close to your ear. Zayne mumbles your name. You turn your head to look at him. His eyes are bright with mirth and intoxication as he leans towards you, his nose nearly bumping into yours.
"You know, I've always liked you…" Zayne nearly trips over his own feet as you walk together. You steady him with one hand grabbing his waist and the other gripping his wrist. "Ever since we first met, I've always liked you…I like you soooo much."
"Pfft." You bite the inside of your cheek, stifling your laugh. "Really? I had no idea my partner of many years liked me."
Zayne stretches his free arm out before him in a sweeping motion, like a little kid trying to show off how big they've grown. "I like you this much. A whole lot. So much."
He leans back for even more emphasis and nearly falls backwards. You tighten your grip around his waist, yanking him towards you so he's pressed flush against your side. You're at the entrance of your building now.
"Okay big guy," you pull out your keys, "how about you show me how much you like me when we're inside the apartment, preferably near a bed?"
"I'm not tired," Zayne grumbles. You take the elevator up to your apartment and guide him to the couch, pushing him down by shoulders to sit. He tries to stand, his movements sluggish. He repeats himself in a petulant manner, despite looking sleepier by the minute. "Not tired."
You push him again, gentle but firm. "Lay down. I'm going to take off your shoes."
Zayne lies on his back while you remove his neat dress shoes. Zayne stares at you with half-lidded eyes, blinking slowly. Just as you're about to walk away, Zayne grabs your arm and pulls you tumbling on top of him with a yelp, wrapping you in a koala hug. He squeezes you close to his body on this couch too small for two people.
"Zayne—" You try to pull away, but he only holds on more tightly. "You need to drink some water."
Zayne rubs his cheek on the top of your head, then moves his head down to nuzzle the crook of your neck. "I don't want you to leave because I like you. I like you even more than I like macarons."
Zayne always keeps his emotions hidden away, held close to his chest. To see him like this—so openly affectionate with his heart on his sleeve—melts your heart. You would pinch his cheeks if your arms weren't trapped between his chest and yours.
He whispers quietly into your ear, full of shame. "Please don't tell the macarons I said that."
You can't hold back your laughter any longer. Zayne looks at you with the saddest puppy eyes in the world. "Why are you laughing? The macarons will be sad."
You manage to wriggle your arms free, squishing his face between your hands. "I will take your secret to the grave"—you give him a quick peck on the forehead, surprising him—"because I like you too."
Zayne smiles, bright and wide, relieved by your answer. He closes his eyes. "Thank you."
The next morning, Zayne wakes up in your bed with a pounding headache. He groans, struggling to open his eyes. Even with the curtains drawn, the room feels too bright.
"Morning, sunshine," you tease, setting down a glass of water and some aspirin on the nightstand beside him. "You had a wild night, huh?"
Zayne slowly sits up, grimacing from the pain. He takes the aspirin and finishes the water. His throat is hoarse from sleep. "I didn't do anything strange last night, did I?"
You grasp your chin and pretend to think for a moment. "Hm, not that I can think of." You grin at him. "Unless you count telling me 'I like you' about a dozen times."
Zayne freezes just as he sets down the glass. "What."
"You were so cute with your blush. You kept praising Greyson and the interns. And you kept saying 'You know, I've always liked you. I like you soooo much. I like you more than macarons. Please don't tell the macarons I said tha—'"
You rattle off all of his embarrassing words with joyful glee. Zayne raises a hand up to silence you, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Stop. Please."
"Are you sure? I have plenty of pictures and videos to show you too—"
"Delete them immediately."
His tone is frank and curt, with an expression so grim it would scare off any normal person. The tips of his ears are turning red, though. You can see right through his cold façade.
"Nah, I don't think I will," you reply, approaching him. "What else am I going to use for blackmail?"
Zayne grabs your wrists, looking at you with helpless resignation. "I confess sincerely to you and you repay me like this? What a cruel partner you are."
You pinch his cheeks. "You're adorable when you get shy."
You expect Zayne to give you a snippy retort, something to hide his feelings and change the subject so he can move on from this embarrassment. Instead, Zayne places his hands on top of yours, nuzzling into them softly. His gaze has softened, like chocolate melting on the tongue. "You're the only one I want to show this side of myself to."
He rests his head on your chest, hugging you tightly. You hug him back, resting your head on top of his. "I hope I can see it more often."
"You will," Zayne murmurs with absolute certainty.
Quietly, he listens to your heartbeat. You play with his hair, teasing it between your fingers. The rest of the world falls away. Other responsibilities can wait. In this shared moment of comfort and silence, you're both grateful for each other's presence.
"I'm looking forward to it."
No other words need to be shared.
i thought it would be fun to write about clingy drunk zayne hehe
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