i lay there perplexed at this prompt until cheritz swooped down with the perfection of the halloween cg last night. @cutiesaeran and i ended up having the same brainwave, god bless...
Zen finds himself completely unable to make words the moment he opens the door. Which must be the reaction Saeran was hoping for because he can see half of Saeranâs wickedly satisfied smile peeking out from under that mask heâs wearing. That iconic white mask that Zenâs seen a million times from a million repeat viewings. That mask that he could recognize on sight from miles away.
âYou dressed up as the Phantom?!â
Saeran doesnât answer, just puts a hand on Zenâs chest and lightly pushes him back through the doorway, stepping in after him. The door closes, and thenâŚ
âNighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation~⪠Darkness wakes and stirs imagination~âŞâ
Oh my god. Is...Is Saeran singing to him? Seriously?? Zen pinches himself. This feels more like his birthday than Halloween.
âSilently the senses abandon their defenses~⪠Helpless to resist the notes I write~âŞâ
Saeran pushes Zen further until his back presses up against the wall. Zen laughs, a little breathless. âI could never have defenses around you, babe,â he teases.
Saeran leans in close and Zen can feel warm lips move against his jaw contrasted with the hard plastic of the mask, the last softly sung line of the verse getting lost under Zenâs thundering heartbeat. When Saeran pulls away, Zen tugs him back in so he can kiss the corner of his mouth and taste that smirk for himself.
âDown boy,â Saeran scolds, a glint in his eyes as he covers Zenâs mouth, blocking a second kiss. âWeâre not done here yet.â
âCome on, pretty boy. Donât you want to play dress up with me?â
âOh? Are you finally gonna tell me who I am?â Zen grins, perking right back up and leaving a peck on Saeranâs palm. âI hope youâve got everything for the costume with you âcause all I got are some props from old shows.â
âMmm, nope. Not telling you who you are. Youâre going to have to guess.â
âDonât worry, it wonât be hard. I mean, youâre the one thatâs so into coupleâs costumes, right?â
âCouples costumes...? What do you mean cââ It clicks. âWHAT?! Wait, wait, wait, Iâm Christine?! Why am I Christine?!â
Saeran snickers. âIâm cashing in on last yearâs promise. I was the girl last time. Now itâs your turn.â
Oh yeah. He did say something like that, didnât he.
âWell if thatâs what you want, thenâŚâ Zen makes a show of swooning against the wall. â...Iâll do anything for my angel of music~â
Saeran had brought Saeyoung along to help with Zenâs costume change and Saeyoung sweeps through the door with everything: costume, wig, contacts, even makeup. By the time heâs done with him, not even one of Zenâs most devoted fans would recognize him, and thatâs good. Thatâs perfect. If no one can recognize Zen than they can do whatever they want.
Saeranâs pulling him out the door by the hand the moment Zen steps out in his gown and Zen laughs, hurrying behind in quick feminine steps, the remnants of his training from playing all of those womenâs roles when he was young. âYou know, I always thought I was the Phantom.â
Saeran slows and turns, bringing the back of Zenâs hand up to his lips. âProblem?â
Zenâs heart slams against his ribs. God, Saeranâs really getting into it. âIâm not complaining.â Zen says, eyes sparkling. âKinda funny for Christine to be taller than the Phantom though.â
Next thing Zen knows Saeranâs hand is curling around the back of his neck. âGuess Iâll just have to bring you down to my level then.â
They end up kissing for long enough to mess up Zenâs makeup.
Theyâre definitely late to the party.