CRIME INVESTIGATION

Broken Door

//Zhan//

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I woke up to the noice of something dropping to the tile.

I blinked twice before I sat up on my couch. The first thing I saw on that early morning was Yibo, in my pink sweat shirt and black shorts, trying to fix my broken door and his full concentration was on the work he have been doing.

He picked up the screwdriver from that floor with a little curse and that made me smile. Grumpy Cat.

I stood up from there and walked towards him. Crossing my arms on my chest, leaned my side on to that wall when I stood near Yibo, watching him with a smirk on my face.

I wanted to be mad at him for so many reasons but how could I do that to this jerk. Even though he hurt me like hell and I couldn’t be mad at him.

That's when he saw me and he frowned with his morning grumpy face. I wish I could just jump on to him and kiss him wild right there. But..

"Did I wake you?" His question brought me back to earth and I pushed my pretty thoughts away.

"Nope but your screwdriver did." I shrugged.

"Well, good. It's already 7.30. You should have to wake up." He shrugged sarcastically at me and I looked back at my clock on that wall.

"Just 7.30 !! F*ck!! It's too early for me to wake up." I frowned at him.

"Are you a panda?"

"Aww am I that cute?"

He rolled his eyes at me and I couldn't help but chuckle.

His hair was still wet and I could smell that jasmine shampoo of mine from him. My eyes again dropped to his clothes.

Those were a little loose for him but suited him very well. There was a picture of a pig on that shirt.

"Well, that suits you very well. It exactly looks like you." I pointed towards the pig.

I couldn't help but smile when he caught my stare and himself looked down to the clothes he was wearing. He raised his head again to me with a glare.

"Why didn't you wash my clothes you borrow from my closet that day?"

I chuckled when I heard him and yeah they are still in my laundry basket.

"But you still look cute in my clothes." I shrugged and I was waiting for him to blush. He did. His pale skin immediately turned into pink, especially his round nose and he advert his eyes. But still maintained the grumpiness.

"Cute my ass." He mumbled when he turned towards my door. Again concentrated on fixing it.