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Narration
"Conversation"
'Thoughts'

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Zhan doesn't know how to react. The man who he has been avoiding, of course because he does not want a strange quarrel where he himself don't know about what they fight, was standing in front of him.

Seeing Zhan trying to stand up, Yibo extended his hand. Zhan who was staring at it felt a deja vu. But where did he experience it. Not thinking long he accepted Yibo's hand.

"Thank you for helping me and sorry for bumping into you," Zhan said, massaging his head.

"Are you all right?" Yibo asked with his voice barely audible. Zhan thought he heard it wrong. But when he saw an unfamiliar expression on Yibo's face, Zhan was sure Yibo really said that sentence. Yibo looks worried.

"It's okay, I'm just a little dizzy from drinking too much last night" Zhan smiled. But somehow he seemed to want to get something out of his stomach.

"You don't feel anything else? Are you sure it's okay?" Yibo asked once again when he saw Zhan's reaction. This time Zhan was truly taken aback, this was the first time he had heard such a long sentence from Yibo.

"It's okay, just a little hangover. Maybe after drinking warm soup, I will improve"  Zhan said, as he tried to hold the pain in his stomach.

Yibo took out the key from his pants pocket then opened the door in front of where they had been standing.

"Come in," Yibo said as he took his luggage that had fallen. Now his expression returned flat.

"Hey, whose apartment are you opening?" Zhan asked as soon as Yibo entered. He wasn't sure whether to follow him in or not. Not long after, Yibo returned.

"Come on," Yibo said, pulling Zhan's hand in. Inevitably Zhan followed him inside with his hand still being pulled by Yibo.

Wow!!

One word that Zhan could deduce from Yibo's apartment.

Everything is neatly arranged with shades of gray and light blue. In the front room there is a sea blue double sofa. On the couch there is a picture of the afternoon sea view. At the end of the room there is a simple kitchen but Zhan believes the contents are more complete than his own kitchen. To the right of the kitchen is a hallway that he believes leads to another room. Once again everything was so neat, and perfect in his eyes.

' I don't know who has arranged the interior of this room, but it's really great.' Zhan thought.

"Sit down," Yibo said, releasing his hand on Zhan's hand.

He simply obeyed Yibo's orders because he was still busy watching the whole room. While Yibo walked into the kitchen and did something.

The distinctive smell of savory enters Zhan's nose, making him immediately aware of the search for the origin of the smell that he can only be surprised. Yibo is cooking soup. The apron covered his chest. Zhan involuntarily smiled.

"Yibo. Can you cook?" Zhan asked already standing next to Yibo. Yibo, who was unaware of Zhan's presence, was immediately shocked to almost drop his spatula, but Zhan quickly caught it without caring that the spatula was still hot.

"Aahh,"  Zhan yelled when his palm touched the spatula, his hand instantly turned red. Seeing Zhan holding his hand in pain Yibo immediately turned off the stove.

"I told you to sit," Yibo said, immediately pulling Zhan's hand and turning on the water faucet. Seeing what Yibo doing to him Zhan thought he is seeing someone else, not Yibo as he had known it all this time or the Yibo that he used to hear from others. Again a smile graced Zhan's face.

"Don't worry, I'm used to getting hurt. Wounds like this are common to me, before when I was little I was even scalded, even now the wound is still there"

Zhan laughed while staring at his hands that were being washed by Yibo. Yibo's expression immediately hardened which had been worried.

"Are you okay?" Zhan asked. Just then Yibo released his hand. And grunting in response.

"Sit down"

Yibo prepared some bowls, to serve the soup he cooked earlier.

"Let me help you,"

Zhan immediately got a cold gaze from Yibo.

"OK. I'll sit"

As Yibo refused his help, he finally decided to sit down. Soon after, Yibo was walking towards him while carrying two bowls of soup and two cups of warm tea.

"Wow, it looks really good"

Zhan was amazed at the results of Yibo's cooking.

Zhan could never even make the appearance of his cooking look good, it just felt good, and he was thankful for that.

"Eat," Yibo said, scooping up his own soup. Zhan also followed Yibo. Once inside his mouth Zhan's eyes immediately sparkled.

"Wow. It's delicious. Where did you learn to cook?" Zhan asked with a radiant face.

"Don't talk while eating," Yibo said, still continuing to eat without seeing the other. Zhan poked his lips in annoyance. But his hand still put the soup into his mouth until a few moments later the soup was gone.

"Huh, my stomach feels good after eating your homemade soup, I think your soup is the best soup I've ever tasted, next time teach me to make that soup so that when I'm drunk I can make it myself" Said Zhan looking at Yibo happily. Whether Zhan was aware or not, Yibo's ears turned red.

"No need to teach, let me make it" Yibo said, staring down. His voice was so soft, but Zhan could still listen.

"You will make it? Ah, I forgot. Now you are my neighbor," Zhan said, patting his own head and laughing lightly.

"By the way, Yibo, why did you move to this apartment? Is your house too far from the office or are you looking for a new atmosphere?" Zhan asked. But the questions are left unanswered.

"Ah, maybe it's a personal matter. Sorry if you felt offended" Zhan apologized.

"Oh yes, Yibo! I think I must apologize to you for all my actions and words to you in the past, I was too dark with all that I have. I didn't even give the young generation the opportunity to develop their talents. I'm really sorry. I just want to be able to start all from the beginning."

Zhan said with a sad face. He felt this was the time for everything to return as if nothing had happened between the two of them, so he could do all the work without any burden.

"Hm. Didi too"  Yibo said softly, even though this time Zhan could not hear it.

"What did you say? I didn't hear?" Said Xiao Zhan. He really did not hear what Yibo just said.

"I'm sorry,"  Yibo said coldly as he packed the used bowls they had eaten earlier.

"Are you sincere or not?" Zhan followed Yibo teasing, who was walking towards the kitchen. Zhan was sure that the younger had forgiven him, he only want to tease Yibo, in return getting a cold stare like everytime. Somehow the cold look was so funny in Zhan's eyes.

"Hm"  Yibo only responds to Xiao Zhan. Both hands were busy cleaning the container they were eating.

"Then again, I'm really sorry this time," said Zhan in a piteous voice.

"I said, I'm sorry" Yibo said in a rising tone, staring at Zhan with two eyebrows linked together.

"This time it's another problem, because I have to go, it's an urgent matter!!" Zhan said hurriedly with a face holding in pain. Yibo who saw Zhan's expression, looked worried.

"Urgent matter?" Yibo asked, his face paling along with Zhan's grimacing face.

"Yes, I have to go to the bathroom now" Zhan shouted running out of Yibo's apartment while holding his stomach. Yibo who saw Zhan leave just like that, could only be silent.

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Zhan didn't remember what he had eaten last night so he had to go to the bathroom many times this morning. He felt sad, delicious soup made by his new neighbor and at the same time his old enemy, whom he had now made peace with, seemed to have disappeared along with the food last night.

"Ah, my soup!! My stomach!! Why?" Zhan whined while looking down holding his stomach. Paul Yu who sat beside him immediately stroked his shoulder.

"You're eating wrong again Zhan-Xiong? You are not usually like this"  Paul asked with a worried look.

How could he not!! As he recalled last night Zhan ate a lot of spicy and hot food, and drank a lot of alcohol.

"Maybe, even though my nausea has disappeared from eating soup from my new neighbour, but now instead replaced with another stomach ache," Zhan said in a sad tone.

"Ah, even though the soup still looks a lot in the pot earlier and I intend to ask for the rest for lunch but because of a stomach ache I didn't ask for it. You have to try it for yourself, the soup is really good. Next time if he makes it for me I'll give you little." Zhan said with a happy face but when he finished talking his face looked back in pain.

"You're a jerk, let me buy you medicine"  Paul snorted.

At the same time, there appeared to be a blue-haired youth, none other than Yibo.

"Hi Yibo, have you come?" Paul asked, greeting Yibo. Hearing Yibo's name, Zhan who had looked down immediately straightened up his body.

"Hi, neighbor, thank you," Zhan waved his hand at Yibo with a face decorated with a big smile, hoping Yibo would return to greet him even with the cold gaze that Zhan had received this morning.

But he just passed by as if he didn't care about Zhan, as if nothing had happened between the two of them this morning. Didn't he already apologize? But why is Yibo still being cold.

Where was Yibo's worried attitude when he had a stomachache. Yibo who panicked when Zhan's hand was hit by a hot spatula.

Zhan feels that Yibo has multiple personalities. Or was he the only one who had hoped for Yibo's good attitude towards him so that they could start everything from scratch without any hostility and awkwardness with each other.

"Ah" shouted Zhan in frustration as he scratched his hair. He had never been this frustrated with someone's attitude, usually he would make that person familiar with him or at least he would ignore someone he couldn't be friends with.

But this time Zhan was truly challenged to face Yibo's unpredictable attitude. I wonder what attitude he should keep so that Yibo can not be cold with him.

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