istg they are perfect for each other đđ they seem to be always clashing beaks but know each other so well that zen, despite being angry and frustrated, guessed that jumin had a plan
on top of that, jumin knew exactly how worked up zen was and what he needed to dođĽşđ romance isnât dead⌠honestly theyâre both too much for me! love themmmm
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this totally looks like zen feeling dejected because of their class differences not because HE thinks like that but because society does, and how will he ever express his feelings to jumin without society making it all about him exploiting their relationship for juminâs wealth and status. and jumin feels dejected because zen is caring and understanding towards everyone but is overly critical of him and his situation even if itâs a sensitive matter.
oohh my effin godddd it seems like zen is about to hold jumin's face and he is all unimpressed by jumin asking him to come with him because dude we're husbands stop trying to make it seem casual and just ask me to dance
Zoya lays her head Jaeheeâs lap, the woman gently stroking her hair as her sobs stopped and her tear ducts dried.  Jaehee gently offers the young girl as she tells her and Zen how she and Saeyoung met.Â
Zoya was born to a half-Pakistani and half-Japanese father and half-Pakistani and half-Uzbeki mother. She lived her early years in Kyoto but also going back to where her mother and father hail from. Zoya was only 12 when she found her parents died in a mysterious car crash. At the time her parents were visiting her maternal grandfather so she stayed back in Yokohama with her paternal grandparents, her Oji-san and Oba-san. She was devastated but didnât feel the hurt until she realized that the day she found, it was her birthday.
Since then, she refused to acknowledge her birthday and would retort back understandably if anyone wished her âHappy Birthdayâ. Zoya stayed with grandmother even after her Oji-san passed away. Oba-san had raised her with love and made sure she did not lack anything. Her grandmother also noticed how intelligent Zoya was as she had finished high school at just 13 and received two bachelorâs degrees and a master quite early in life.
Zoya always knew her intellect was beyond understanding, so she did not always connect with people her age. She began working at a high military defense company as senior Computer/IT specialist. She would code for special military equipment and even would be contracted by military agencies around the world to gather intel.Â
It was then she had the pleasure of meeting Saeyoung. She was visiting the US military base in Itaewon when she collided with the red-haired male. She was there to deliver schematics for a new code she had been contracted to complete and had gone there to collect her payment. Just as she had opened the door to leave the small office of the General, she found herself face-planting into a cotton-covered, solid chest.Â
âOof!â Zoya grits out as she falls flat on her ass, rubbing her slightly aching nose as she looks up at who she bumped into. Just as her brown eyes were raised up, a pale hand lowered. And there she a pair of wondrous amber-colored irises gazing down at her with worry. Zoya is left speechless as she admires the owner of the luxurious eyes.Â
A soft, rounded face with an impressively chiseled jaw. His lips appeared to be soft as they slightly matched his vibrant red hair. Zoya bites down on her lower lip as she shyly takes the maleâs hand into her, accepting his offer to help her stand. Being a Muslim, it was not really permitted for females to casually touch a male who was not related to her or was not her husband, so she shyly takes his hand, his unknown strength helping her stand. The mixed female brushes herself off and quickly takes her hand back, apologizing in Korean to the male for bumping into her.Â
Saeyoung chuckles softly as he gently eyes the smaller female. She had a curvy build and was definitely bigger, but she carried herself in a very graceful way from what he could tell. Her long brown hair tied into a loose ponytail which swings behind her. Her pretty brown eyes were hidden behind a pair of brown rimmed glasses, while her gold nose ring glints in the soft lighting of the military base office. Her pretty purple Pakistani-long tunic and matching leggings complimented her very tan complexion.
Zoya smiles softly as she places her right on the left side of her chest and gently parts her maroon painted lips. âSalam and Annyeonghasaeyoâ, she says, greeting him both in Korean and what appears to be Urdu as well apologizing in both languages.. The corners of the maleâs lifts upwards, causing his soft pink lips to turn into a soft smile as he responds back in perfect English.
âHello there. And please do not apologize. It was entirely my fault, MsâŚâ, he says softly, trying to usher out her name. She blinks her eyes at the male before responding to him in flawless English.Â
âIâm Zoya Bishara. Pleased to meet youâ, she says and that was how their gentle love affair began as the red-haired male asked her for coffee sometime. Saeyoung Choi, she found out later was a freelance coder. He loves cats, Dr. Pepper, and some snack called Honey Butter chip.
Zoya felt her heart beat wildly as he got to know her better. Saeyoung, found out that despite not wearing a headscarf, Zoya is a practicing Muslim and that she is part Pakistani, part Japanese and part  Uzbeki. He must have really liked her and respected her religious values as he even allowed her to bring her grandmother as her chaperone on her dates with him.
He and Zoya dated for about a few months, the bond between the two computer geniuses growing beautifully. Zoya taught Saeyoung more about her religion and her family life. The amber-eyed hacker felt enthralled by the woman. She finished school so early and is very bright, but she is very humble and down to earth. On top of that he fell for love of memes and cat videos. He fell for her so hard he even converted to her religion just he can ask her grandmother for Zoyaâs hand in marriage. And when he asked her to marry him, Zoya, and Oba-san both agreed happily. They held the wedding on Zoyaâs birthday, February 14, finally creating a joyous occasion on one of the saddest days of her life. Saeyoung promised he will always be there for her, protect her and never betray her.
On their wedding night, he showed Zoya a night she will remember fondly, whispering words of love. For the first time in her life, Zoya celebrated her birthday in happiness, but the joy did not last. She woke up and found the spot where hew new husband was supposed to be empty except for a single purple rose attached to a note which read, âItâll be better this way.âÂ
Zoya finally stopped crying and is seated upright with Jaehee rubbing the girlâs back while Zen sits in front of them on the coffee table. âI wish he had divorced me instead. I spent so much time trying to find him and here he wasâŚunder my nose this whole timeâ, she says softly. She covers her face, but her tears are long coming, her body exhausting itself from the pent up sadness and despair she bottled up for so long.
âWell, whatever happens, it will be on your termsâ, Jaehee says as she someone pounding quite loudly on the flatâs door. Zen growls under his breath as the white-haired actor stalks over to see who it is. Judging by the maleâs demeanor, Zoya can guess it is her long-lost husband as soon as he opens Zen curses the male in Korean.Â
âPlease Zen! I need to see herâ, she hears Saeyoung beg. âWhy the hell should I let you see her? Havenât you done enough damage for the past five yearsâ, the white haired male spits out.Â
Zoya takes a deep breath and stands up, and walks over to Zen, gently shoving him aside. She stands before her husband, tears-streaked face and all. âZen, if I am not back in 10 minutes, have a shovel readyâ, Zoya says softly before taking her husbandâs hand and leading him outside to finally have their âchatâ.
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