Inevitable Love Journey [ZhanYi]

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"What are you doing here?" Zhan mumbled in somewhat raged voice as Yibo comprehended, after catching his hand tightly to prevent Yibo from stumbling to the floor.

"Waiting for you?" Yibo said sheepishly as Zhan glared at him in somewhat compressed veiled fond smile.

While still keeping his hold on Yibo's upper-arm he tapped down his password in full display for Yibo to see. It almost made Yibo laugh remembering how possessive Zhan had been the first day when he tried to take a peek at the password.

It was when they were properly inside the modern looking luxurious apartment did only Zhan let go of Yibo.

"Did you eat?" Zhan asked while taking off his light blue coat. Yibo wasn't hungry or anything but he'd certainly eat anything the older gives him either way so he shook his head sideways.
Zhan hummed in response before rolling up his sleeves and heading to the kitchen. Yibo tailed him from behind while looking around noting down the chic interior of the older. Totally opposite of his own.

Even from back view Zhan looked mesmerising to Yibo as he diligently did the work. Slender yet lean built figure was enhanced by the tucked navy shirt he wore. Yibo was almost full from the sight when Zhan was finished.

He almost didn't manage to break away from his fantasy until Zhan came in front of him and flick his finger into Yibo's forehead. 

"Ow it hurts." Yibo complained as Zhan chuckled. His chuckle was a four leafed clove to Yibo as it must've only been two or three rarest moments when the older had chuckled.

"Help me carry them to the table without going back to your dreamland." Zhan said while taking the main dish to the table. From the smell Yibo's tastebuds had already started to water in desire. So he quickly jumped down from the kitchen island and helped to carry the remaining dishes.

Oh how hard it was for Yibo to not moan in satisfaction for the food. Given the fact that it was almost after four five years he had eaten some homemade food which wasn't made by him. The comfortable silence that prevailed throughout the dinner wasn't unbearable. In fact Yibo had already started to get accustomed to the aloof behaviour of the older.

"Oh you can have ice cream from the fridge if you want." Zhan finally said something as they were getting finished. Yibo in ecstasy went to get the ice cream. There inside the neatly packed fridge he saw the vanilla ice cream and eagerly took it out. A pink sticky note saying 'from your favourite student, Xiao Wu' was attached to the top of it.

In spite of fury Yibo threw out the paper while crumpling it hard as he could. He took the whole basin back to the table and started stuffing in his face while glaring at Zhan.
Zhan was for a second confused. Then suddenly almost as if in realisation he gulped.

"Why? Do you want some?" Yibo asked coldly.

"No of course not. I'm...allergic to ice cream." Zhan replied as Yibo smiled with thinned lips knowing damn well it was a lie.

"Yeah right. You have to make a better excuse if you want to gain sympathy."

Zhan blinked hard trying to cover up for his mistake. Oh well it seemed like it was too late now. Zhan for the first time felt somewhat envious about one of his past lives. If only he had that eloquence and charm he once processed as Wei Wuxian or Yan Bingyun.

So he did the best he managed to come up with and snatched away the ice cream out of Yibo's hand.
"Don't eat too much. You'll get sick." He said while going to the kitchen so he could put it in the dustbin. But instantly Yibo catched up to him and prevented him from throwing a perfectly good ice cream to dustbin.

"Are you dumb? To waste this good ice cream? Don't equal a ring and an ice cream to throw in dustbins as you please huh." Yibo said.

"Also I came to give you these. I almost forgot about it." Yibo took the tickets and placed them on Zhan's hands before walking away. But he only managed to take few steps ahead before being pulled back by his wrist to collide on a chest.

Without a single word Zhan gently placed a kiss on Yibo's lips and turning away to do the dishes. Yibo with his insides tied up from knots due to the sudden affection stood there staring at the back of Zhan for few more seconds before leaving with a smile.

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Yibo was anxious.
He sat impatiently at the lecture hall waiting for Zhan to appear. He had deliberately come to collage early so he wouldn't be met up with Zhan. Why? Since he was too anxious and wasn't ready to hear the answer from Zhan for the tickets he gave him yesterday night.
And now he was almost dying in inside to know his response about it.

"Yibo why didn't you reply to my messages yesterday?" Yubin questioned as Zhuochang laughed at his two friend's already starting bicker.

"I thought I did?" Yibo said remembering damn well about reading the texts.

"Well then why you didn't bring me the ash colour shirt I asked to borrow from you?" Yibo knew it was the end.

"I don't have a one."

"Yeah right you conceited toxic friend. I even gave you the priceless tickets yet you couldn't lend me a t-shirt?" Yubin complained.

Just as they were bickering, Zhan entered the hall which always managed to silence the whole place with his dominating presence. Yibo had a hard time trying to keep his mind concentrated on the lesson throughout the time until it was finally over.

"So...Zhan ge." Yibo slowly approached Zhan who was busy preparing for his next lecture.
Zhan looked up nonchalantly yet didn't manage to sustain his composure for long after seeing Yibo's cute gestures.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow morning." Shan said still not taking his eyes off from the books.

"Yess!" Yibo silently cheered and climbed on the desk happily. But soon he had to come back down.

"You have a criminology lecture in next five minutes if I'm not wrong." Zhan reminded Yibo jumped down realising he was going to be late...again!

"Wow you remember my classes? Well then bye ge~" Yibo slightly pecked Zhan's cheek before running off. Even if Yibo waited eveur time to come to Zhan after everyone leaves the room they both never knew that a third pair of eyes had been watching them without a blink this whole time.

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