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[mysme-messu]

You Are the One That I Love

My first time into fanfic part of the MM fandom, I’m new to this so please be nice to me :)

Synopsis: She thought they were getting closer.

She thought he returned the feelings she had when he shared about his past, when he confided to her about his negative thoughts, when he talked about his weaknesses.

All those endearments, those shared moments, those touches.

Maybe she was the only one who thought that way.

He makes that pretty clear when he offers to set her up with his co-star.

Genres: Angst, Fluff, Hurt & Comfort

Pairings: Zen x MC | Saeran x MC

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Chapter 1:

It’d been a year since she’d joined the RFA, with 5 successful parties behind her.

Saeran was in a good place with everyone’s help, Jaehee opened her own coffee shop, Yoosung finally began to work hard for his dream as a vet, Jumin and his father had talked things through, getting to a point where both men understood each other’s point of view. And Zen. He was becoming a well sought out actor, known for his acting, not just because of his pretty face.

Everyone was happy and she was.

Seven had become her best friend, with Jaehee coming a close second, after the long period of time they had spent together helping Saeran transition back into somewhat normality. She began working as one of Jumin’s secretaries now that Jaehee had quit, only focusing on the cat projects Jumin was intent on doing.

She was too, but she wanted more. She wanted romance, a man to love her the way her parents loved each other.

She pushes that away and bangs at Seven’s door, trying to get one of the Choi brother’s attention, at least enough for them to open up the door or tell her the Arabic translation for Honey Buddah Chips.

Seven laughs at the exasperation on her face once she drops groceries on the kitchen counter. “You never learn.”

“I’d prefer not to carry around a Arabic dictionary with me, thank you very much,” she quips back.

“MC, how could you say that! What if an Arabic man suddenly approaches you and offers to give you 10 million dollars if you could translate a word for him?” Seven prods. “Imagine all  Honey Buddah Chips you could buy!”

Saeran rolls his eyes from his spot on the sofa. “I’ll take the chance of that never happening.”

She leans forward and grins at Saeran. “Agreed.”

Seven puts a hand to his chest in a dramatic fashion. “You two wound me! How will I ever survive the bullying?”

She giggles while Saeran picks up a cushion and flings it at his brother.

Seven dodges and leaps towards Saeran, probably for a hug or revenge. One could never really predict Seven’s actions.

Saeran gets up from his seat calmly and easily sidestepping Seven and heads towards her. He settles himself on the kitchen stools across the kitchen counter.  “I want to have curry for dinner.”

She peeks through the ingredients in the fridge and nods. “I think we have enough ingredients for that.”

Saeran flashes her a small grin and they all slip into an easy routine.

She yells for Saeyoung to finish his work or suffer the wrath of Vanderwood. She cooks while Saeran watches her cook, occasionally bantering with his brother.

It’s comfortable, but in the end, it still feels like she’s missing something.

She knows what it is but she doesn’t want to admit it outloud because if she did, everything she loved would fall apart at the seams.

“Yoosung would not be happy to hear you call him a little birdy.” She tries to move the subject away from what she knew was Seven’s endless ribbing.

Seven chuckles. “You aren’t getting out of this, missy.”

She shrugs. “He invited me, like he invited all of you, but I’m the only one who was free, so at least someone from the RFA should go support him.”

“God knows Jaehee does that enough for all of us.” Saeran mutters.

She hides a giggle behind a spoonful of rice.

Just as Seven opens his mouth to say something, her phone begins to ring. Without a doubt it’s it’s Zen, she knows from the special ringtone she’d set for him since ages ago.

She gives both brothers a smile and heads towards the further corner of the house.

“Hello, lovely Zen.” She chirps into the phone.

“Hello MC, have you eaten?” It was just like him to worry about her like this.

“I have.”

“Good girl, I’m glad you did.” His voice is gentle and she wishes she could see him, just a little. “I just wanted to hear your voice before I get back to practice. I can’t disappoint my honey when she comes to watch my show.”

She giggles. “I would never be disappointed. I know how hard you worked and how much effort you put into properly portraying your character.”

“Thank you for saying this. You always say the right words and make me feel so good.” She hears something akin to a smooching sound against her ear. “A kiss for you, babe.”

She mimics the sound of a kiss. “One for you too, Zenny.”

“I think I just got shot!” Zen’s voice rings out dramatically. “I’m in critical condition. I need more of MC’s kisses!”

She let’s out another giggle. “Zenny, you should take a rest and take care of your own body.”

“I will, sweetie.” In a more rushed tone, Zen continues to speak. “I have to go know, practice is starting again. I’ll talk to you later, MC.”

She hangs up and heads back towards the dinner table, where Seven is smirking at her while Saeran looks mildly curious.

“Want to go to the aquarium this week?” she asks quickly before either of them could ask about her call.

Seven quickly latches onto the idea and Saeran reluctantly agrees to go, only if they could have ice cream afterwards.

They spend the rest of the evening discussing about their trip to the aquarium, but Zen lingers at the back of her mind for the rest of the night.

Zen’s attention snaps to her and he quickly rushes towards her with a big smile on his face. “MC! Did you come see me?”

She nods and hands him the boxed lunch. “I made lunch for you. You mentioned barely having time for lunch since the opening is coming up, so I thought it would be a good idea to bring you lunch again. I hope it’s no bother to you.”

“Dang Zen!” A man with messy brown hair comes to a stand beside them. “You sure are lucky to have your beautiful girlfriend come and bring you homemade food while the rest of us survive on take out.”

“Hands off, Jung Wook.” Zen pushes at the other man’s hand that had snaked onto her shoulder sometime as they talked. “She’s my friend, not my girlfriend.”

That stung a little, to hear it so straight forward. It wasn’t Zen’s fault but she wanted to blame him for her heart constricting painfully at the rejection.

Jung Wook thrusted a hand towards her. “I’m Han Jung Wook.”

“I’m MC.” She takes Jung Wook’s hand in her own.

“Oh! MC? Zen talks about you all the time, you can practically see the silly grin he has on his face every time he finishes talking to you on the phone.”

Someone calls out to Zen before she can say anything further.

Zen groans but gives the woman a nod. “Wook, mind taking care of her for me for a while?”

Jung Wook nods and Zen turns to her with concern in his eyes. “I’m sorry, I’ll be back as soon as I can so I can have the delicious lunch my honey made.”

Zen hurries towards the woman with a stern face as she turns back to Jung Wook. “If you would like, I made some extra food, so please feel free to have some if you’d like.”

Jung Wook grins at her. “I would love to.”

He leads her over to a table at the side of the room.

“Are you allergic to anything?” she asks carefully. Imagine the catastrophe if she accidentally poisoned one of Zen’s co-workers, especially so close to opening night.

Jung Wook shakes his head. “Nope, unlike Zen I’m not allergic to anything, not even cats.”

They both laugh as Jung Wook tells her about the time Zen had spent half the interview holding back sneezes because the interviewer had cat fur stuck to his suit.

She giggles a little harder when he shows him the photo he’d taken of Zen, mid-sneeze.

“What did you say to make my honey laugh so hard?” Zen asks when he takes a seat beside her.

“It’s a secret.” Jung Wook winks at her and maybe she just imagined it, but she sees Zen stiffen from the corner of her eye.

It’s gone the moment she blinks and Zen is back to his charming persona. “Thanks for taking care of MC for me Wook, the director was looking for you.”  

“It was nice meeting you MC, I hope I’ll see you again soon.” Jung Wook says with another smile.

“It was nice to meet you too, Jung Wook, maybe we will see each other on opening night.” She returns the smile easily.

Jung Wook looks like he has something else to say but he changes his mind and gives them both a smile before he heads off.

“You even made my favourite!” He oohs and ahhs over the food she’d prepared for him. He picks up his chopsticks and takes a bite. “I missed the food you made, babe.”

She grins back at him. “I’m glad you like it.”

He picks up a mouthful of salad and holds it towards her. “Open up.”

She obediently does as she’s told, hoping that it’s dim enough that he doesn’t notice the blush on her face.

She chews as he continues to shovel food, gracefully, into his mouth.

He continues to feed her from time to time as she tells him about her week and one of the pickier guests.

Soon, the food is gone and it’s time for her to leave and him to continue practice.

She doesn’t want to leave, she wants to stay and watch him practice but she knows she ought to go. She stays till the last possible moment, until she feels her phone vibrating in her pocket, probably driver Kim wondering why she wasn’t there where he was supposed to pick her up.

With a hurried goodbye, she makes her way back to the office.

Opening day approaches in a flash.

“Zen,” she says softly to get his attention. His ruby red eyes snap towards her, all it’s intensity and focus singularly on her. She grips his hands in hers. “You’ll be amazing up on stage. I’ll be watching you. I, who spent days and days rehearsing this script with you. I, who know how hard you’ve worked for today. No matter what anyone says, you’re amazing. You’re the man who caused thousands of fans to end up wearing glasses because they were so caught up watching your DVDs.”  

“That’s right.” Zen gives her hand a squeeze. “You really know how to make people happy MC. I’m really glad that you came to support me, babe.”

She let’s out a little squeak when Zen pulls her into a hug. She returns the gesture and wraps her arms around him, revelling in his strong arms and tall frame, feeling a sense of security rush through her.

“Break a leg, Zenny. I’ll be out in the audience supporting you.” She breaks from the hug, albeit unwillingly, and heads towards her seat.

She heads towards Zen’s waiting room to see him with a goofy smile on his face.

After everyone congratulates him for a successful opening night, they finally get a minute alone.

He wraps her in another hug and all she can do is pray that he can’t hear the rapid thumps of her heart.

He takes the bouquet of flowers from her hands gratefully. “I’m really grateful to have you here, supporting me, MC.”

“Of course I’d be here,” she says so matter of factly. “Where else would I be?”

“Let’s take a selfie.” Zen suddenly suggests. “I want to show the rest of the RFA what they missed out on, especially that jerk.”

She giggles and oblige until Zen gets a ‘perfect’ photo of the two of them.

They head towards dinner with some of the cast.

Jung Wook waves them over as soon as they enter the restaurant. “Over here!”

Zen guides her towards the table, a hand on the small of her back. She recognizes a few actors and actresses she’s seen in Zen’s previous plays at the table. They give her smiles or nods of acknowledgment.

Always the gentleman, Zen pulls back her chair and gestures for her to take a seat.

Once again, she hopes no one notices the blush on her cheeks.

Zen slip into conversation about the play with the others at the table, always making sure she’s involved and comfortable.

She likes seeing this part of Zen, it’s something she doesn’t get to see on a daily basis.

Maybe it was because she was so enthralled, she doesn’t realize Jung Wook trying to get her attention.

When he touches her shoulder, it jerks her back to attention.

“Sorry.” There’s a somewhat sheepish look on Jung Wook’s face. “Did I scare you, MC?”

She shakes her head. “No, please don’t apologize, Jung Wook. I was the one who zoned out.”

“If you feel comfortable, feel free to call me Wook.” The brown haired man offers easily. “Everyone does.”

She nods. “Thank you, Wook.”

“MC,” Jung Wook begins. “Can I ask you-”

“MC! Look, they have the red velvet cake with the cream cheese icing you like.” Zen’s voice pulls her attention away and she turns back towards him, forgetting about Jung Wook.

It’s only later, when Zen is taking her home, she remembers her conversation with Jung Wook before Zen cut in.

Did Zen do that on purpose?

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