#zen7

Can we go back to these gays being popular

Zen was apprehensive about meeting someone from a dating site he hadn’t even signed himself up for, but his friend had seemed so excited and happy over the prospect that Zen could meet someone, maybe fall in love, that he gave in, unable to say no to them. He had gotten the match to his profile within an hour, although that was to be expected given his good looks, but what was unexpected was that it was a male that had been matched with him. It was no secret that gender didn’t matter to him, just that there was love between him and the other person, but he had never actively sought out the company of a male. Chatting with Luciel, the name of the man, had been fun, easy going and nothing too pressured, no expectations. Just two guys getting to know each other. But then the other had asked to meet him in person, and Zen rushed to his friend, asking them what he should do, only to be encouraged to meet with him. So he had agreed, picking a coffee shop that wasn’t too empty but not too full on most days as their meeting spot. 

A soft black sweater clung to his frame, fighting against the bite in the air that September brought, and his hair was braided down his back a white daisy tucked behind his ear as a identifying mark for Luciel to notice him. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Luciel, he enjoyed talking to him, and found himself growing more and more curious about the other. He just… Didn’t like that he had no control over the situation, and that he still hardly knew the other. So many things could go wrong, and he was just getting his hopes up about this more than he really should. 

A bell jingled and Zen flicked his eyes to the door, breath catching as a red head with an easy smile walked in, glasses glinting as he scanned the tables until his gaze finally landed on Zen. His entire face exploded in a smile as he started to walk over, and Zen found his breath caught in his throat, as the male sauntered over. Leaning against the table, Luciel overed his hand to Zen. 

“You must be Hyun… Right?” Zen nodded and stood up, taking the red head’s hand despite his sudden nervousness. Luciel smiled and looked down at their hands before looking away with a blush and letting his drop. “Coffee?” 

Zen nodded and they approached the counter together, Luciel oohing and aahing over the menu and the syrupy drinks that were on it. He was more of a straight black coffee kind of guy, himself, but if Luciel wanted to rot away his teeth by drinking the sugary drinks, than who was he to stop him? Once they had ordered, Luciel getting a milky sugary monstrosity, they sat back at the table Zen had been sitting at previously. The smile on the red head’s face was infectious and Zen found himself smiling softly at the other as they talked, the soft laughs and the quirky way he would mess with his hair when he was embarrassed making Zen’s heart flutter.