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Confessions: Zayne

A/N: My first fanfic that I'm posting!!! I wrote this for Valentine's day for some friends of mine that are Zayne mains <3 I hope you like it!

Tags: SFW, Fluff, Sweet, Confession, Date, Comforting, Romantic Feelings, Winery, Camping, Dinner date Word count: 4k Synopsis: You have growing suspicions of Zayne's feelings for you. What's funny is how he gradually lowers his iron walls and slips up in showing you affections. He bites the bullet to take you on an extravagant date to tell you how he feels.

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How long has it been? Zayne can’t pinpoint the start of his feelings; all he knows is that his pining has lasted longer than just “years”. To him, his attraction to you is something so profound, indescribable even. For how long and how deep he’s been yearning, it doesn’t feel like it started in this lifetime, no, it’s as if the affection Zayne holds exists beyond him. Like it’s the fuel to his soul. No matter how painful his chest aches for you, he refuses to give an inkling of a clue to how deep his feelings run. That’s just too much for him to handle—too vulnerable. That, however, doesn’t mean that you haven’t caught onto his longing.

You also can’t remember when you first started suspecting his feelings, but in terms of being observant, two can play that game. It’s practically a requirement to be a hunter, afterall. You have always known that Zayne was very gentlemanly, but he was particularly chivalrous to you—even if it took a while to confirm your suspicion. He would never fail to bring flowers for special events, he always opens and closes the car door, he buckles in your seatbelt himself, offers a hand to step out of the car, buys dinner and lunch at random, walks on the hazardous side of the street, stands behind you on the escalator when you wear shorts or skirts…the list goes on. While these habits are very mindful, you have always thought that he’d do these things for just about every woman, since those around him seem to respect Zayne to a high degree. Everyone has nothing but good things to say. None of his colleagues even comment about his stoic and prickly demeanor, so you originally thought that Zayne was just cold to you, even though his actions say otherwise.

This train of thought lasted a while until you witnessed a small event. This was the beginning of you honing your focus on Zayne’s chivalrous habits. It was something no one else would bat an eyelash to, even if they were frequently around the doctor. There was a small end-of-year party that you were invited to at Akso Hospital. Having gotten there early and not being hospital staff, you volunteered to help set up decorations because everyone else was still on the floor, helping patients. Zayne and his colleague, nurse Yvonne, were in charge of picking up the food for the party. Yvonne was someone who you have known since Zayne became your PCP. She’s particularily mentioned her respect for the skillful surgeon to you in the past. This is just to say that because Dr. Zayne and nurse Yvonne work closely together, you figured that she would get similar (if not the same) treatment as you. This was until you were peering out of a window into the parking lot when you noticed Zayne and Yvonne had returned. Both the doctor and nurse had exited the car as normal people would, but Yvonne in particular seemed to be struggling to collect and balance the food to take inside. You witnessed Zayne just standing and staring at the nurse and you think the most he did was ask, “got it?”, not that you particularly heard him say it, but you saw his mouth move and Yvonne nod yes. Again, this wasn’t a specifically out-of-place event, but to you it just seemed off. About ten minutes later, Yvonne walked into the room by herself with stacked pizza boxes and bags of food hanging from her arms. You went to her to take some of the weight off.

“Where did Dr. Zayne go?”, you ask.

“Oh, he said he needed to stop by his office first to pick up some treats he brought for the party”, Yvonne replied.

You thought it was weird for him to let someone struggle to bring food a decent way, but maybe he just needed some space away from the smell? You weren’t quite sure. He’s still a human at the end of the day and has boundaries for himself. However, outside of this event, you became hyper-aware that he doesn’t open doors for others, he doesn’t buy people meals at whim, he doesn’t walk on the hazardous side of the walkway for friends, doesn’t offer flowers to his colleagues on special events, nor does he stand behind other women on escalators. All of this was solely for one person.

Time went by and you started to pick up on more instances where Zayne doesn’t act the way you’re typically used to. Not only that but you would catch his gaze only for him to look away with blushed ears. There was once when Zayne was staring at you at a cafe, and you caught him red-handed through the reflection of a window. He didn’t realize that you could see him staring, but the look on his face was as if he was in a trance, and honestly, that was just absolutely adorable. That was not the only instance of affection that you noticed either. The Doctor often looked enamored with you but it can only be seen in reflections that Zayne was unaware of. When walking side by side, his hand often brushed against yours, but he didn't say nor do anything about it. You’d look and see the top of his cheeks and ears kissed with deep shades of pink when you glanced over at him. Sometimes the blush extended down his neck, but he still stayed radio silent about it. During the winter season, he wrapped you in his coat to keep you warm. He made sure his jackets were graced with his body heat first to keep you from getting sick, but to you, it felt like an extra layer of intimacy. This bliss lasted a while. Slowly but surely, Zayne’s endearment would become more apparent, more bolder, even. You dared not say anything though, because you wanted to give Zayne the time he needed to build courage to share his feelings. He is the definition of a “slow burn”, afterall.

It took the icy man the majority of the year to muster up his courage to finally confess to you—it had already become the next winter season when he decided. Being aware of the amount of time it took him to prepare, Zayne absolutely made sure it was worth the wait.

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Zayne: I’ll pick you up at 12.

Zayne: Make sure you’re wearing comfortable shoes, we’re going to be out all day.

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There was a surge of anticipation in your chest. A week ago, Zayne asked if you had a day off or could request for one to match up schedules. He said he felt like having a day trip and insisted that you join him no matter what. “Think of it as a simple date”, Zayne cooed every time you tried to pry him for details. Other than day and time, he kept the itinerary all to himself. He was mindful to remind you about the date for the whole week, though. Just as the idea faded into the background, he kept you on edge of anticipation while waiting for this mysterious day. Despite the frustration, it got you excited for what was to come.

Finally the day arrived, and you were doing your final outfit check in the mirror. A long, white silk dress that rested against the curves of your body just right. Nothing revealing, but enough to seduce. To accompany that—and to keep warm—a knitted baby blue cardigan that tied in the front and a long, gray wool overcoat topped the dress. Your hair was softly curled. It was adorned with a pearl barrette and other complimentary accessories and you were careful not to make it look overdone. Finally, just like Zayne requested, you wore comfortable white, pointed flats with a thin strap that wrapped around your ankles. A beige shoulder minibag tied the look together. Satisfied with the date outfit, you murmur to yourself in the mirror.

“Pretty girl!” You monologue, as you spritzed a jasmine-note perfume on both wrists.

12 o’clock on the dot, there was a knock on your door. You anticipated it was Zayne, but you were expecting him to just send you a text saying he arrived. Rushing to the entrance, you open the door to see Zayne holding a bouquet of flowers with a little gift bag wrapped around the base. He was wearing a black, extended overcoat with a silver tie displayed underneath and clipped to it was the tie pin you gifted him last Christmas. His shirt was a navy blue button up that was neatly tucked into black slacks. You also noticed him wearing leather dress shoes with intricate designs carved into them. To top it all off, his hair was styled into a side part with some of his cute forehead peeking through. In front of you was a sleek man who was dressed to impress…to impress you, that is. It took a second to process exactly what was going on, but the longer you stared at Zayne, the more overwhelmingly handsome he became. Quickly, your emotions were overtaken by happiness and excitement. Your cheeks flushed red and your voice was caught in your throat.

Zayne looks at you with his signature smirk-smile and called out to you, “Are you ready to go?”. The stylish man’s voice was music to your ears. It was deep and soothing and it brought you back to your senses. He held out an arm for you to grab so he could escort you out to the car like the gentleman he was. You take his arm after locking your apartment door and together, you take a stroll back to Zayne’s car that was parked right in front. He opened the door for you and offered his hand to hold your things as you settled in. He then buckled you in himself—his face became alarmingly close to yours. His breath felt warm on your lips as your eyes searched for his. He gently smiled and placed the bouquet in your lap. “For you”, he said as he placed your bag in the back of the car. He reappeared by your side in the driver’s seat and gave a reassuring glance just before pulling off to your mystery destination.

The car ride was comfortable. There was classical music playing softly into the air as you guys engaged in small talk—something Zayne normally doesn’t care for, but he’s doing it for you. In the middle of conversation, you remember the little present that Zayne gave you. You hurried to open it on your lap and found a jewelry box that was velvet to the touch. When you opened it, there was a bright, topaz-stoned snowflake necklace shining in the winter sun that peered through the car window. It was absolutely gorgeous.

“Wow, Zayne, this is stunning”, you praised.

“I’m glad you like it. Don’t put it on just yet, let me do it for you. We’re close to our first stop”.

On cue, Zayne drives the car down a country road that leads straight to a winery. Zayne gestures for you to wait in the car. Mister Romantic got out of the vehicle and grabbed your bag from the back seat, then made his way to your car door to open it. He’s done this for you so many times by now, but this time feels more meaningful compared to before. The doctor extended his hand, providing the ultimate royalty treatment. Once standing, he leaned in for the necklace he lovingly prepared. His hands, so big and warm, carefully brushes aside your hair from the back of your neck and thumbs a soothing stroke across your skin. Zayne stared for a minute, longing to place a gentle kiss right on the spot he rubbed. At this point, you’re praying that the heat rising in your body doesn’t become apparent to the man behind. You focused on keeping your breath steady and heart calm, but the nervousness didn’t quite go away. Every movement that Zayne made was electrifying as no one’s ever been this intimately close before. Even though the action of putting on the necklace only took seconds, with how aware you were of his fingers grazing against your skin, and every breath that cools the back of your head, the moment felt like it lasted an eternity.

“The necklace is on. Will you let me see?”.

You do a little twirl and once face to face, you flaunted him a bashful smile and prodded him, “So… How do I look?”.

Zayne froze for a while, his eyes were taking in the sight that was you; he committed it to memory. The necklace twinkled brightly on your chest as your hair billowed in the crisp winter air—the sun illuminated a golden glow that surrounded your body. To Zayne, you were a masterpiece to be admired and to never be touched or tainted. The sounds of him clearing his throat interrupted his gawking session; his voice got stuck as he was crushing on you.

“It looks good. You’re beautiful”, He said simply.

Despite how nonchalant he tried to appear, he could not hide the fact that the color red dusted his neck and ears. You couldn’t help but giggle to yourself. The well-composed and dashing Dr. Zayne had just lost his composure and it was because of you. There was no “challenge accepted”, but it felt like you’ve just won in life. With your newfound confidence, you dazzled Zayne with your brightest smile, took his hand, and led him into the building.

The afternoon was perfect and filled with laughter between the two of you. Zayne managed to let loose for once, and it was obvious that he enjoyed it. You guys went through wine tasting while sharing samples to avoid getting drunk. This was especially since Zayne can't hold his alcohol and he had to drive safely. You were curious as to why Zayne chose a winery as a destination given his circumstances. Apparently, he planned to visit Dr. Noah in the Arctic next week for a birthday celebration. He didn’t want to show up empty handed or with cheap wine—no—Zayne wanted it to be special since his mentor has done so much to support him in his life.

“Well, there’s another reason too”, Zayne started.

You looked at him from across the table, awaiting his response; your eyes were lustered with curiosity. You swirled your wine glass and took one last swig before listening.

“You’ve been stressed for a while and I thought it would be nice for you to relax” Zayne paused. His hand formed a fist and his face became focused. “I wanted to care for you today. It’s not often we get to enjoy life like this, especially not together. I’ve been reflecting on myself recently, and I felt like I should try to live outside my normal routine once in a while…especially for you. Because I want you to live a fulfilled life when you’re with me”, Zayne looks down toward your empty wine glass. You were slightly taken aback. Today it felt like you were experiencing new sides of Zayne you’ve never thought were in him. He was firm in his voice, and you can’t help but be charmed by how enamored he sounded with the idea of sharing a story together. You lean your elbow on the table and propped your head up, looking at Zayne with expectant eyes.

“So you mean to say that you’re going to treat me to more days like these in the future, Doctor Zayne?” your smile twinkled in his eyes.

“I absolutely will”, he returned a confident smirk.

Zayne looked down to his watch and got up from the table. He then extended his hand, gesturing that it was time to leave. “Let’s go. There’s still one more place I want to take us”.

In contrast to his normally cold demeanor, Zayne had finally smiled warmly at you. It was a beautiful sight only meant for your eyes. You grabbed his hand and didn’t let go of it as you both amble back to the car.

The next destination was a place closer to home, but still a little ways away. As you pulled in, you noticed that this is a campsite. What was Zayne thinking to bring you…camping? After parking, Zayne’s warm hands enveloped yours as he led you to the second destination. You saw glowing lights from the distance and couldn’t help but wonder if that was where you were headed. Upon closer inspection, there were strings of lights hanging off the edge of a veranda, the area was properly isolated to withstand the chill of the winter season—it was a heartleft setup for something that was supposed to be written off as a “simple date”. You pause for a second to take in everything that Zayne prepared. You figured that from the winery, the next destination was a restaurant, and that would have been perfectly satisfying, but this was much more than you expected. There were vintage light bulbs lining the roof, then you picked up on the sheer curtains with fairy lights peeking through and decorated the walls from indoors. Continuing your investigation, there was another vase of white flowers peering at you through the open door. The vase was standing on top of a dainty, wooden table that had a baby blue table cloth draped across. Then there were two plates and matching cutlery to accompany them, creating the perfect dinner set on the table. A picnic blanket was laid neatly on the floor and it was garnished with cute pillows and a snowman plush. You felt heat radiating from within the camper, gracing your frosted face with warmth. Your heart melted at how much effort was put into this project, how much of Zayne offered himself, again, for you.

Your admiring session was interrupted with soft pressure under your chin—Zayne closed your jaw shut. Coming to the realization that your mouth was agape while staring, your cheeks blush pink with embarrassment.

“Can I take your expression as you liking this?” Zayne let out a small chuckle.

You gave him an enthusiastic nod as he grabbed your hand again. Together, you headed in and Zayne took your coat and bag so you could settle in. You sat down on the picnic blanket beside your snowman friend. You recognize that it was the one that you and Zayne had won together on the first day you visited the arcade with him. Reminiscing about fond memories, you scoop Mr. Snowman into your lap and squish his cheeks. Being preoccupied with cuddle time, the next time you looked around, you saw dinner set up for two on the table. The smell of sirloin steak and truffle pasta waft your nose, no carrots in sight. You had to put Mr. Snowy to the side.

“Zayne, this looks amazing! My mouth is watering, let’s dig in?” You look at him expectantly, waiting for his signal.

Zayne matches your energy, “Let’s dig in”.

The both of you indulge in a decadent meal. Once again, the air was filled with laughter and chimes of wine glasses that were filled with a non-alcoholic beverage. The topaz snowflake that decorated your neck gleamed, even in the dim lighting. The vibes were perfect, and there was nothing that could replace how precious this moment was for the both of you.

As dinner ended, you insisted on helping Zayne with clean-up. He tried to convince you that you didn’t have to, but he quickly understood that trying to change your mind wasted precious time that he would rather spend together. He gave in and let you do as you please. Once everything was put away, you both wallowed into a cozy nook in the corner of the camper which had a projector screen across from it. Rather than watching movies, however, you both curated a queue of songs to listen to as you chat. The music hummed quietly as you curled up next to Zayne, his arm hung over your lap. Immersed in conversation, the topic of your reunion was brought up. There were many things you and Zayne had to say to each other, and slowly, tension arose: the air became thick.

“How did you feel when you saw me for the first time after so many years?” you prompted.

The doctor became still. The silence lasted a long while, but you didn’t budge; you gave Zayne space to collect his thoughts. After about five minutes, he sighed and swallowed.

“I cannot describe my emotions very well, honestly. There were many all at once—too many.” Zayne paused.

“Even though my feelings were complex then, what I can say now is that I’m glad it happened.” Zayne took a moment to grab the controller and paused the music. He turned his whole body towards you. Hesitantly, he took one of your hands and cupped it in both of his. The grasp he had on you was firm and warm. Zayne looked into your eyes with zeal, the tension was higher than ever before.

“From when we reunited until now, there was a total whirlwind of emotions that kept stirring within me. It was like that everyday for a while. I knew I was pushing you at arms length trying to convince myself that your life didn’t need me in it—that you would be safer without me around. But that was all in vain.”

You subconsciously gripped his hand tighter.

“I couldn’t keep pushing you away. For a long time, longer than you might know, you’ve been the only one who resided in my heart. You occupied every moment of my thoughts when I had time to spare. At one point or another, I learned from our reunion that I just can’t live my life without you.”

Zayne’s eyes darkened ever so slightly. He looked down, lost in thought. This time you were the one to lean forward. Your free hand took his chin and guided his face to look you in the eyes. Your breaths mingled, but nothing could break your focus on Zayne. “Tell me”, your voice was soft—just a notch above a whisper.

Zanye bit his lip for a second, but his demeanor changed in the snap of a finger.

He met his resolve. Zayne took both of your hands in his, and looked you in the eyes.

“I like you; I’ve liked you for a very long time”, Zayne took a second to study your expression.

“I’ve tried denying these feelings, but it made me yearn for you more. Every day we spend together and part again only makes me anticipate the next time. You make me feel like you are the missing piece of my life. I feel complete with you here—beside me.” He took your hands to his lips and kissed them.

Your voice was choked in your throat; you didn’t know what to say. You knew that this time would eventually come, but now that it’s happened, your mind went blank. Prior to the moment, You spent days fantasizing over how to accept his feelings and felt giddy over how excited you were for the event. Well, the time was now. Everything you planned for this very instant was gone—just poof. Luckily, your heart kicks in and without thinking, you hug Zayne in a tight embrace. You held him so tight that a gasp escaped from him, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he held you too, in his sturdy arms. His hug felt so safe.

As lonely as it felt, your bodies eventually parted. Neither one satisfied by the lack of warmth, but at the very least, the two of you shared this space together. Zayne looked at you with a tender gaze and your eyes smiled back at him. He’s the one who broke the silence first. “Now that we’re here, I want to ask you: will you be my girlfriend?”. Zayne’s eyes glimmered with hope as they were directed your way. You can’t help but internally laugh; it was cute and funny that Zayne was nervous right now, even though it felt like he knew the answer. In no universe and under no circumstances would you ever reject a huge cutie-snowman like him.

“Yes, Zayne. I want to be your girlfriend.”

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