When Heartbreak Prince Meets Yibo |YiZhan FF|

8. XIAO ZHAN'S POV

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XIAO ZHAN'S POV

[ Dedicated to Bambusel ]

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"This little boy, why is he in this kind of place?" I had been trailing him with his friend from school this afternoon because my instincts said he was weaving a cobweb of evilness that moment he smirked at my direction inside the classroom after he read that flyer.

They were standing in front of an old black painted small shop.

"Are you sure this is the right address?" Seungyoun asked him.

"I should be the one asking you that." The gay kid countered.

Hai Kuan expressed the reality of his brother's sexuality when I confronted him while we were eating our breakfast this morning. I took the chance to question him after his mother shut the door of their house to buy groceries. Yibo was always careful to hide it, he informed me but it didn't escape his observant sibling. Even he came home twice a week, on Wednesdays and Fridays and didn't spent more time with Yibo, he knew something changed. It all began in middle school; his brother obsessions with Zayn Malik and Zac Efron posters blew his manly cover. The boxes with different colored nail polish, lipsticks and lip balm, make-ups, magazine with naked male celebrities, took two hours showering, one hour of wearing and changing outfits, pictures of school heartthrobs and love letters written by him to some guy scream G A Y I S H. At first my best friend couldn't accept this; it felt every single strip of his dignity tattered apart. Then one day, he witnessed a situation that confirmed his bro was one of Lady Gaga's supporter, Yibo would spy on every guy's bubble butts and draw it on his sketch book. Hai Kuan then concluded that his baby brother likes boys and just acknowledge him as true as he is.

"Who gave you this flyer?"

"I don't know, some goth dude with spiky hair that can stop the heart of all grandmas in the world." His closed buddy threw him a can of soda.

"I'd say we go in now." Yibo passed the other boy and pushed the door of the spine-chilling unknown store. I came out behind the hot dog vendor's stall and without hesitation I went in too.

The small black alley directed to a dusty and dank-smelling room with maroon lights, dark curtains with in tattered hem hung above my head. Heart in my throat, I vigilantly continued my steps in the passage and peeped through an unbolted door.

"You do?! Does he have pink fluffy hair with glasses covering his ugly eyes?!" I heard him shrieked with happiness. I am the only one in that school with pink hair...Am I the one they were talking about??? Nahhh...Maybe not me...

A woman who looked like a gypsy with her colorful frails and antique looking dress hugged her hour-glass shape whizzed. "Why yes...he was going to disintegrate all your plans and expose your secrets..." She was moving her hands around a crystal ball with white cloudy smoke twirling around.

I walked forward to get a good a view of the room. The high-set of windows were tightly shuttered but the rats were there, at the pedestal staring at the two guys with the necromancer or was she psychic? I am not interested to paint it in my information bank called memory. It wasn't cozy nor comfortable, it was full of triangle and demonic signs, in a shelf there were tarot cards lining up, a human skeletal head, skull rather with tarantula and centipede crawling to its eyes and mouth holes and a long table stood against the stone wall, piled with doll-making goods. On the other table, finished dolls with alarming features, some were garbed with tunics of velvet and silk and mouthless.

She seized a bowl made of human bones and chanted incomprehensible language as the faded scent of musk and green herbs enveloped the air.

"What do you want to do with him? Speak young man."