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“This might sound a little strange,” he said, pulling a piece of black cloth from his pocket, “but do you mind if I blindfold you?”
Yu-hwa’s brow quirked. “That’s… a strange question. And why do you have a blindfold on-hand? Ray… are you…”
Ray’s face bloomed red at Yu-hwa’s teasing. “What?! No!! It’s nothing weird! I just…”
Yu-hwa held her stomach as she laughed at his blustering, and soon Ray was laughing, too - doubled over and clinging onto her shoulder to hold himself up. Yu-hwa wiped her streaming eyes as she eventually calmed, sweeping her hair to one side so that Ray could put on the blindfold.
“I’m trusting you not to let me fall down the stairs or walk into a wall,” she said as he covered her eyes.
“I won’t let any harm come to you, Yu-hwa,” he said softly, taking her hand. “I’ll keep you safe.”
Hey guys! I wrote a fic for the Winterzine hosted by @mm-discord! It’s a Zen x MC fic and it’s super cute and floofy! Here’s a small preview, check out the zine when it’s released to see the full piece as well as everyone else’s! It’s a free pdf so you’ll get to see everything for no payment whatsoever.
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“He’s cute, isn’t he?” Zen kneeled next to you, absolutely enthralled by how excited you were. Nothing made him happier than seeing joy coloring your face. “Cuter than me?”
You laughed lightly when Zen made a puppy-eyed expression at you, sticking his lower lip out as he tried to make himself as adorable as he could manage. “Of course you’re cuter, Zenny.” You played along with him, to which he grinned in response, tugging you close and pressing a soft kiss to your chilled lips.
My contribution to the Mystic Messenger Winterzine: MC x Zen fanfic, for all audiences, 2,809 words
The entire Winterzine and more info on it is available here, on the Mystic Messenger Discord server's Tumblr @mm-discord.
MC Under the Mistletoe
The delicious, rich, spicy scent of gingerbread being baked wafted in Zen’s apartment. MC had volunteered to bake gingerbread cookies for the RFA Christmas party with the actor, and here they were, making them now. She loved to see the dough smooth under her rolling pin. It was so much fun to carefully place and press the cookie-cutter on the dough sheet, in order to get as many shapes as possible from the first sheet. They made stars, different animals, spruce trees, and hearts - placing the cookies on the trays to wait for their turn in the oven.
For the past hour or so, the favorite Christmas carols picked by both MC and Zen had been playing on the speakers as the pile of the gingerbread shapes grew ever higher. Finally, MC put away the baking tools, sighing contently as the last batch of tasty treats stood there ready for oven-baking. Finishing up the clean-up of the kitchen counter, she failed to notice the tall albino sneak up right next to her. When a pair of strong arms snaked around her, MC jumped, squealing out loud - not startled but tickled! She bent over in a fit of giggles, trying to squirm away from the fingers aimed at her sides. The gorgeous dork loved to hear her laughing, so he told her all the time. Thus, she was constantly the target of his stealthy attacks of hugs, tickles, and kisses.
“Truce! - ahahaha - Hyun!!! Truce!!! ”
“But babe~, I just caught you in my arms…”
“The gingerbread - hahaha - trays are in danger!!!”
“Alright, if you’re sure~”
The man squeezed his girlfriend into a tight embrace instead. He wanted to try her gingerbread cookies for the first time, too - so he didn’t want to risk any of the trays getting knocked off of the table and kitchen counter. Zen danced them around the kitchen and stopped at the doorway - just long enough to smooch MC.
His boyish grin was as charming as ever as he glanced at the little mistletoe he had insisted on placing on the doorframe even though it wasn't a Korean tradition. Zen enjoyed the sentiment, and being the cuddle-bug he was, that kissing tradition fit him well.
“I’ll go for my run now, just had to get my fill of your giggles first. I’ll be about an hour, and my phone is with me - so call me if anything happens, okay, cutie?”
Zen made MC promise the same thing every time he left the house, and it had become more their routine than a real concern of his. Smiling warmly at her love, the woman watched the long, silvery white rattail disappear from sight as the front door closed behind the man. Now MC was home alone and the sole baker responsible for not burning the goodies. She checked the oven temperature, pushed the first batch of baking in, and set the timer to go off when the cookies would be ready.
She curled up under a soft blanket in a corner of the sofa, her laptop on her knees. After testing the game only because Zen starred in the musical version of the story, MC was now totally hooked on Tendelion. The girl continued the gameplay from her last save point. Chuckling to herself MC, shook her head at a thought - imagining that the ultimate cat-allergic man had played the part of the human form of a black cat!
Level-up after level-up in different attributes for the main character, interaction after interaction earning hearts from the different love interests, MC was immersed in the gameplay. At some point, she realized she heard shuffling by the door and greeted the man brightly - eyes never leaving the screen, though. MC didn’t even notice the absence of any sort of a reply to her greeting… She was in a super exciting situation in the game. The story could now go either way, as she was about to end up on one of the guys’ routes - but whose?
Deciding to take a break - and stretch the anticipation that much longer - MC made a save and got up from the couch. She stretched languidly, a delighted little moan escaping her. Sauntering to the kitchen, she pinched the bridge of her nose. Hm, my eyes are a bit tired, did I really play that long? But the timer hasn’t rung yet, has it, she mused to herself. Her lips dry and mouth parched, MC reached for a glass from the cupboard. Before she could fill it with the cold water she craved, warm hands covered her eyes.
Without a word, a firm chest pressed to MC’s back - the feel of it familiar and pleasant to her. For a split-second MC wondered if the spices used in the baking had messed up her sense of smell, due to her not recognizing Zen’s scent. That thought got pushed aside, though, as the man walked her forward, still flush against her. A confused little giggle and heat rising to her face - radiating unmistakably to his palms - revealed that the surprise was a success. They came to a halt and the man spun her around - one hand remaining over her eyes to keep her blinded. She felt another large palm cupping her cheek and a light puff of air as his breath hit her lips, sending shivers down her spine. Just a heartbeat later, the soft touch of his kiss made the woman go weak in the knees and wobble a bit.
A chuckle, very different to Zen’s, made MC’s eyes shoot open. Yellowy-gold eyes were right before hers - instead of the rare crimson she expected. This caused the woman to flinch back from the kiss and let out a screech of horror. Despite her reaction, the stranger stood too close to her, holding her gaze calmly - a gentle smile pulling on his lips. The young, wide-shouldered man wore a red-and-black jacket and a black beanie was pulled over his unruly raven hair. There was an ornate silver pendant hanging from a thin strap loosely tied around his neck, guiding her eyes down to his collarbones, of which his loose shirt collar showed a glimpse. MC felt like she recognized the pendant - and the man. But that couldn’t be, right… The man crossed his arms over his chest and studied her face, an enigmatic, feline-like smile on his features.
“Who the hell are you?! What are you doing here? How did you get in!?! Who gave you the permission to KISS ME?!?!? Where--”
“My bad for startling you, Foodgiver - or, should I say, cookie-giver. You’re the best!”
“What did you call me just now!?”
“Relax, MC, it’s alright. Also, the mistletoe, it’s right above us. You know I’d never harm ya.”
“What? What do you mean ‘I know?’ I’ve never...”
“Haha! So you’d think~! You’ve become happy, haven’t you?”
“Yes, of course! But what does that have to…”
---BLEEEP-BLEEEP-BLEEEP---
An annoying beeping sound distracted MC, taking her attention but for a moment - her gaze only briefly snapping to the oven. The guy had disappeared, as if into thin air. Touching her chapped lips lightly with her fingertips, she found them still warm from the kiss. The woman blinked a dozen times, frozen in place. She concluded that a handsome stranger popping by just to kiss her - and her not kicking his ass for it - had to have been a dream. One really lifelike dream...
She shook her head and padded silently in her neon-colored knit socks to save the baking. As soon as she opened the oven door, the delicious smell of baked gingerbread cookies filled the room - making MC’s mouth water. After setting the baked batch aside to cool down, pushing a new tray full of raw goods into the oven, and leaving the bright red oven mitts on the countertop, it was time for MC to reset the timer and go back to her game.
No longer in the mood for grinding the stats of Tendelion, she switched over to the next game. One she had heard of from one of the guests at her first RFA party: Nameless. It was also an otome-type of game, but with different game logic - more story-based than the previous one. MC hadn’t played it before, and she’d managed to avoid any accidental spoilers online. Such interesting characters were written into the game! There was an intense scene going on and as it ended with an alarming voice speaking to the main character, MC was all but biting her nails. The story is super engaging! I can’t believe this game isn’t more widely known... The only downside to such addictive gameplay was that the woman lost the track of time completely. Luckily, she knew that and, thus, used the timer.
After a few more trays full of cookies had baked ready, MC heard faint singing from the bathroom and the shower sloshing. She smiled to herself. The actor had obviously returned from his run while she’d been totally focused in the game world, her headphones on tight. On one hand MC was itching to tell Zen about her wild dream, but on the other...she hesitated somewhat. The man was still sometimes insecure about her love toward him and had been known to get jealous pretty easily. It was still just a dream, and besides, starring someone MC had never seen before in her life. Although, he did remind her of a role character Zen had played back before they had met… Perhaps her love and adoration had made the character come alive in her dreams? She had told him before how she’d almost developed a crush on some of his role characters.
Still slightly dazed by the intense game moment she shook her head once more to her inner musings and lazily dragged herself up from the couch. Checking on her baking she wondered if the romance games just played tricks on her subconscious. The woman had just taken the last hot tray of gingerbread cookies out of the oven and was carefully setting it aside.
Before she could finish the task, though, a hot pair of arms circled her midriff again and soft humming tickled her ear. Noticing a different scent to the usual made MC briefly think that maybe Zen had switched his body wash again. The thought was soon replaced with the worry over her baking for the RFA.
“Oh, you’re back at it, mister?! Just...Please, don’t tickle me this time…I might drop these.”
“I would never play such a nasty trick on you, my honey~” yet another unfamiliar voice whispered in MC’s ear.
The tray fell from her hands - luckily only a few centimeters onto the kitchen counter - making a loud noise, nonetheless. MC flailed fervently to free herself from the hold of a second stranger in the same day. Surprising even herself, the resourceful female managed to force the male backwards and away from the stove. However, the man maneuvered the two of them as though leading her in a dance, so that she didn’t bump into the walls or furniture. He brought them to a full stop, turned her around in his arms, and dropped a tender kiss on her mouth.
Finally freed from his hold, MC stared unblinking at the uniquely gorgeous guy - who was standing almost as if striking a pose for her. His short, black hair with a trendy cut was pulled back behind his left ear - revealing an earring - and his bangs fell over his right eye. The man wore an exquisite, long, white jacket with an unusual design. MC gawked at him long enough to notice that his bare, shapely chest and flat stomach were partly showing, due to the cut of the garment. The tall, toned man held her gaze, mirth sparkling in his eyes that were locked on hers. An alluring smile adorned his face, making her suddenly feel hot in the presence of this new stranger. Nevertheless, this is totally inappropriate!!!
“Who are you, mister? And how the hell did you get in?! Is there a sign on the door saying ‘damsel in no distress, but come and grab anyway’?! I don’t understand any of this!”
“Don’t understand, MC? Which part, my honey?”
“The part where a freaking stranger waltzes in, embraces and kisses me - without my consent, may I add!”
“I am here only to make good use of that mistletoe, my flower…And to thank my owner for believing in me~”
This hunk even has the audacity to wink at me!!! MC didn’t know if she was more baffled, irked, or embarrassed - or if those feelings were aimed toward the behavior of this guy or her own emotions…Why does my heart do backflips - just like when Hyun teases me!? It was such a puzzling reaction to a man she had never met before.
“What in the world does that mean?! Owner?!”
“Just that you own my heart - my full, intact, sensitive heart - only beating for you, my honey~.”
MC sharply sucked in a lungful of air, to really reprimand this - God forgive her - astonishingly beautiful man. The next heartbeat, though, MC felt incredibly sleepy, her eyes fluttering shut almost as if her eyelids had weighed a ton. As she opened her mouth to speak, she felt something familiar, soft, and sweet peck her lips.
***
The weather had been excellent, not too many fans kept Zen from running his laps, and it was just an all-round perfect day for him! He returned home to the delicious smell of baked goods - and just had to risk MC’s wrath by tasting one gingerbread cookie. Finding the woman blushing in her sleep on the sofa - her mouth slightly agape - was too adorable an addition to Zen’s good mood...He just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to wake his girlfriend with a gingerbread-flavored kiss.
MC hardly even stirred when he pecked her lips. “Babe~” She started to register the familiar voice and touch as Zen spoke softly, his warm palm on her shoulder. “Are you awake yet, my flower~?” The man continued cooing at her, gently stroking her arm. His white rattail flowed over his shoulder, the tips of his hair swiping her cheek. “Wake up, foodgiver~” She scrunched up her nose, finally moving a little to push at the distracting sensation disturbing her sleep.
Mumbling quietly MC objected to being shaken from her sleepy state. “Hey, sit up for me, my honey~” The man continued to coax his love into returning to him from the land of dreams and a blissful smile bloomed on MC’s face as she finally managed to pry her eyes open. “Hey, Hyun…Did you have a good jog?” she muttered, still sleepy. A whiff of the fresh outdoors combined with his wonderful scent was home to her. The extra coziness thanks to the spices of the season didn’t help with waking her, either...
“I did! And the day gets better and better with your baking, Jagi~! Do you even know how you hold my heart~?” MC laughed along with Zen in the warmth of their small home, as they chatted about nothing and everything, nibbling on some cookies she’d set aside for the two of them. Eventually she worked up the courage to tell Zen all about her weird mistletoe dreams. After the tale was over, the man chuckled as he studied MC’s face - a tender, loving smile on his own. To her surprise, Zen didn't get miffed nor jealous of the imaginary guys in her subconscious.
Instead, he just asked one puzzling question - winking at her: “Tell me, how were their kisses compared to mine~?” This left MC blinking and utterly flustered. She couldn't lie that they would've been bad at it or even worse than Zen. Swallowing her words one after another, she opened and closed her mouth. Suddenly, something she hadn’t really noticed earlier dawned on her: the men in her dreams had called her ‘foodgiver’ and ‘my honey’. Why did he think to call me with those endearments - today of all days, and ones he’s never used before? Zen simply grinned radiantly, watching the expressions on MC’s face change.
Finally, the man pulled her into his arms in a tight, warm embrace - silencing her altogether. “Don’t think about it too much, babe~ Just know that I will love you forever, my cookie-giver, my flower - in every lifetime and each dimension.” The whispered words sent shivers down MC’s spine - but at the same time, they warmed her heart and calmed her down. She no longer mistook the encounters under the mistletoe for dreams. The woman sighed, wondering why she wasn’t nervous about that realization, either. MC trusted Zen with her life. She simply melted into his safe and secure hold, squeezing him back. She was so content right here with him. “I love you, too, Hyun.”
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Perfect Day
Yu-hwa Lee had barely opened her eyes when there was a loud knock on the door. She frowned, yawning and pushing back her pink hair. She was due to be in the information room - working hard with her boss, Ray - but not for another hour. She dragged herself out of bed - grateful for the thick, fleecy pyjamas she’d received as a gift from the saviour - and sloped towards the door. A grin lit up her sleepy face as she opened it.
“Ray!”
“Yu-hwa! Good morning,” said Ray brightly. “Sorry if I woke you, but…” He held up a small, brown-paper parcel wrapped with twine. His green eyes glittered. “I wanted to give you this.”
Yu-hwa raised her brow in surprise but took the parcel without question. “Thank you,” she said, running her eyes over him. He was not dressed in his usual, vibrantly-coloured clothes. Instead, he was wearing a thick, grey parka and boots. “Are you going somewhere?”
“After I’ve seen you open your present,” he answered.
Yu-hwa laughed and allowed Ray into her room, wondering just what he had brought her and why. It was too early to be a Christmas present, but she could feel his excitement as he watched her eagerly - waiting to see what her reaction would be. Not wanting to keep him in suspense any longer, she pulled at the string and unfolded the paper. She smiled. Inside was a beautiful beret with matching mittens.
“Ray, these are lovely,” she squealed, immediately putting the hat on and turning to look at him.
“It suits you,” he said with a hint of relief in his voice. “I’m so glad you like them.” He looked down at his hands, picking at his roughly chewed nails. “I wondered… would you spend some time with me today? There’s something I want us to do together.”
“Oh,” said Yu-hwa, surprised at his request. “I don’t mind that at all, as long as we won’t get into trouble for missing work.”
“That won’t be a problem,” Ray replied with a childlike grin. “I stayed up and got everything done last night. All that needs running today are the updates, and I set them to run automatically.”
Yu-hwa frowned. “I wish you’d take better care of yourself. It’s not good to miss sleep.”
Ray looked at her with unabashed adoration. “You’re so sweet, Yu-hwa. I hope you always stay so gentle.” He moved back to the door. “Get dressed for cold weather. I’ll wait for you in the hallway.”
Yu-hwa watched him go, then rushed to get a quick shower. She dried before dressing herself in jeans and a sweater. Ray was so sweet, but she had no idea what he wanted to do today that would need outdoor clothes. It was no weather for a pair of hackers. She pulled on some boots, her new beret and mittens, and a thick coat. There was no way she would feel the chill now, whatever he had planned. Feeling excited, she stepped into the hallway where Ray stood patiently.
“This might sound a little strange,” he said, pulling a piece of black cloth from his pocket, “but do you mind if I blindfold you?”
Yu-hwa’s brow quirked. “That’s… a strange question. And why do you have a blindfold on-hand? Ray… are you…”
Ray’s face bloomed red at Yu-hwa’s teasing. “What?! No!! It’s nothing weird! I just…”
Yu-hwa held her stomach as she laughed at his blustering, and soon Ray was laughing, too - doubled over and clinging onto her shoulder to hold himself up. Yu-hwa wiped her streaming eyes as she eventually calmed, sweeping her hair to one side so that Ray could put on the blindfold.
“I’m trusting you not to let me fall down the stairs or walk into a wall,” she said as he covered her eyes.
“I won’t let any harm come to you, Yu-hwa,” he said softly, taking her hand. “I’ll keep you safe.”
Yu-hwa squeezed his fingers, feeling his warmth through her woollen mittens. Her heart was beating just a little faster as he carefully led her through Magenta with one hand resting on her back to gently guide her. The other hand held her hand securely - his touch a silent promise to protect her.
Before too long, Yu-hwa heard the creak of doors opening and felt the chill of cool air on her cheeks. As Ray continued to guide her further outside, she heard a strange crunching underfoot that made her tense.
“Are you ready for the surprise?” Ray whispered, his fingers brushing against her cheek as he reached for the blindfold.
Yu-hwa felt a pleasant tingle at his unexpected touch, then her eyes were uncovered, and she gasped at the sight. All around her, the garden was covered in a smooth blanket of snow - as yet untouched by a single person.
“When did it snow?!” Yu-hwa asked as she stared in wonder.
“Overnight,” said Ray with a grin, “but I noticed last week that it was forecast, and that’s why I bought the hats and gloves.”
Yu-hwa looked up at him with a wide smile, cupping his face in her gloved hands. “Let’s be the first to make footprints in the snow, Ray!”
Ray nodded, a short, sharp motion as determination gleamed in his eyes. He pulled his own gloves from the pockets of his coat and put them on. “Let’s do it!”
Yu-hwa took his hand, and together they stepped forward. The snow made a satisfying crunch as it compressed under the treads of their boots. Another step, and Yu-hwa could see Ray’s smile widen as he glanced down to see the print his boot had left behind him. They walked together across the garden, their steps evolving into bunny hops as they discovered new ways in which they could cross the snowy expanse. Yu-hwa tried to jump as far as she could, but weighed down by boots and winter clothes, it wasn’t very far. By the time they had reached the far side of the garden, they were both giggling like children - their cheeks pink and aching with joy.
“This is fun,” Ray said, panting lightly. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“You’ve never left footprints in the snow?” Yu-hwa asked him, leaning her head against his shoulder as she admired the mess they’d made.
“When I was a child, I didn’t get to go out much. I didn’t know what it meant to play. My life was…” He blushed. “Oh! Well, I’ll tell you about it some time, but let’s have fun today. I want this to be a happy day, Yu-hwa. I want to spend the whole day seeing you smile.”
Yu-hwa glanced up at him. His green eyes locked on hers were filled with uncertainty. It was a look she had become familiar with - his fear that he had said or done something that would make her hate him. But hating him was something she knew she could never do. She smiled.
“Yu-hwa,” Ray whispered, almost as if he hadn’t meant to say her name out loud at all.
“I want to see you smile, too, Ray,” she said. “Let’s play in the snow and make lots of happy memories together.” She grabbed his arm, her brown eyes wide with excitement. “Let’s build a snowman!”
Ray’s child-like laughter rang through the garden, and the two of them began to pile up mounds of snow, scooping it up with gloved hands and building something that vaguely resembled the body of a snowman. Yu-hwa eyed it with scrutiny.
“It’s a bit…” She sighed and tilted her head. “I think we can do better.”
Ray also frowned at their snow pile. “It definitely doesn’t look like the snowmen I’ve seen in pictures.” His fingers brushed Yu-hwa’s, pulling her attention back to him. “You don’t want to give up, do you?”
Yu-hwa pouted. “No way.” Her lips curved into a devilish grin. “How about a little competition? Let’s see who can build the best snowman.”
Ray looked down thoughtfully, but when his eyes lifted again, they were filled with determination. “I don’t want to make you sad if I win.” A smirk danced on his lips.
Yu-hwa scoffed at his challenge. “I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that.”
For a moment, their fingers interlocked. They exchanged a glance as they shared a moment where there was nothing in the world but the two of them.
Then chaos descended.
Yu-hwa repeated the process of piling up snow, pressing and moulding it to a shape that pleased her before packing together a smaller ball of snow to place atop the mound as a head.
Ray’s method was to roll the snow, producing something that looked just like the snowmen he had seen in pictures. But he didn’t stop when he had finished just one. Grinning from ear to ear, he kept going; rolling more snow, making more snowmen, his cheeks becoming ruddier, and his breath clouding in front of his face.
Yu-hwa watched him, engrossed in his progress. A warm feeling filled her chest. She wasn’t sure why she felt like crying, but she knew that it wasn’t out of sadness. There was something moving about the way he had reverted to a boyhood he had never had the chance to enjoy.
His eyes sparkled gleefully as he built snowman after snowman. Some were no higher than his knee, while others approached shoulder-height. The smile never left his face, and Yu-hwa quickly pulled out her phone, removing her mittens to open the camera and take a snapshot that she could cherish forever.
“Did you just…”
“Ah!” Yu-hwa stuffed her phone in her pocket. “Caught in the act!”
“You stopped building?” He frowned. “Are you bored?”
Yu-hwa fought the urge to roll her eyes. “Of course, I’m not bored. I was just…” She blushed and glanced down at the soft, white ground. “You looked so happy. I wanted to take a photo, so I never forget the way you looked in that moment.”
“Yu-hwa…” Ray said, his breathy voice snatched by a sudden chill breeze.
Yu-hwa grabbed a handful of snow, quickly moulding it into a ball and throwing it directly at Ray’s shoulder.
“Wha-?”
“Snowball fight!” she cried out, her smile splitting into a grin as she prepared another projectile to launch.
Ray was on his heel in a second, running from Yu-hwa with as much speed as he could muster while fleeing in the snow. She shrieked and whooped in his wake, throwing the balls without much force but enjoying the thrill the game offered until her foot slipped out from beneath her. Yu-hwa skidded, landing flat on her back.
“Yu-hwa!” Ray rushed to her side, dropping to his knees despite the freezing snow that soaked his trousers. “Oh, Yu-hwa, I’m so sorry. Are you hurt?”
Yu-hwa blinked a few times as she recovered from the shock of the fall, then smiled sweetly up at him. “Why are you apologising?” she asked. “I’m just making a snow angel.” She spread her arms and legs, causing the snow beneath her form the shape of an angel. “Help me up,” she sighed once she was done. “It’s freezing down here.”
Ray took her hand and pulled her into his arms to hold her close. They both looked down at the ground, admiring Magenta’s new angel.
“It’s not bad,” Yu-hwa said with a giggle, resting her head on Ray’s chest. “What do you think?”
Ray squeezed her gently. “It’s beautiful, but I much prefer you.” He looked down at her just as she peered up at him. Her cheeks filled with blush and her eyes shone as bright as the light on the pure white snow. “You must be cold. Shall we go back inside? I can light the fire and make us a warm drink.”
Yu-hwa smiled, biting her lower lip. “That sounds so perfect, Ray.”
Ray’s breath caught as he gazed into her eyes. Then he took a step back from her, taking her damp, mittened hand, and led her back into the warmth of Magenta.
Yu-hwa hadn’t realised how cold she was until they were walking through the long hallways towards the lounge area. Her damp clothes chilled her skin, and she trembled, her teeth chattering as they went. Ray pulled her closer - sharing with her the minimal warmth his body could offer.
“I’ll start the fire, then I’ll make us some hot chocolate to drink,” he said. “That should get you warmed up in no time.”
Yu-hwa smiled despite how cold she felt. Ray had always done his best to take care of her, and at the very least, that knowledge warmed her heart. She leaned further into him as they walked until they reached the lounge. Ray helped her to take off her coat and boots and then fetched a thick, fleecy blanket, wrapping it around her so he could set the fire in the fireplace.
“Come over here,” he beckoned, patting a spot on the rug where she could safely sit and warm herself.
Yu-hwa did as he asked, and the heat of the flames warmed her up in no time. Ray disappeared for a few minutes, and when he returned, he brought with him two mugs of hot chocolate. He sat with Yu-hwa on the floor and offered her the drink, and they huddled together quietly as the orange flames danced within the fireplace.
Yu-hwa finished her drink and leaned against Ray - her eyelids heavy, her body warm and relaxed. “I had such a perfect day today,” she said drowsily. “Thank you.” She rested her head in his lap. Gently, he stroked her hair, relaxing her further until she could no longer fight the urge to sleep.
“Yu-hwa?”
***
She didn’t respond, not that he had expected her to. Her breathing had become slower and deeper. “You’re asleep. That… makes this easier, I suppose.” He took a deep breath, a smile on his lips as he gazed down at her sleeping form - his fingers still caressing her pink locks. “Today might have been the best day of my life. I can’t remember a time when I’ve laughed and smiled so much. You’ve changed my life. Thank you.”
He chewed on his lip for a moment before he continued. “There’s something I want to tell you. I’ve wanted to say it for so long… Yu-hwa, I lo- No, this isn’t the time. I want to be able to say it to your face. I want to tell you how I feel while looking into your eyes. So, I’ll wait.” He brushed his fingers over her face, a sleepy smile drifting onto her expression. “Sleep well,” he whispered, and wrapped his arms around her - happy and content.
Sneak peek of my winter zine entry at our server @mm-discord ❄ ❄ It’s my first time participating in a winter zine, as well as creating comics! Can’t wait for the release date! ❄
