WORTHLESS (BL)

Call off the Marriage

Zeke wiped the sweat from his forehead, exhausted. His long legs broke from beneath him and collapsed onto the nearest stairs. 

He crawled underneath it and hid there. His breath came in small spurts and hot. 

'Oh God, I must have looked pathetic right now,' He ruffled his hair, it was dripping with his sweats. Even his uniform felt tight and uncomfortable with the clothes clinging onto his skin. 

Mika had really good stamina. Even though he was faster, Mika was more persistent. The only way he could escape Mika was to drop that bag of sweets. 

Damn! He should have just done that instead of running! 

Mika had immediately stopped and shoved those sweets down his throat, gobbling them down as he had starved for years.

He slid down the wall and leaned against it. Shrugging off the uniform suit, he unbuttoned a few buttons from his shirt and started fanning himself. Taking a few deep breaths as he tried to calm himself down. 

Thinking back about what happened with Jian Yu, he pulled out the lollipop he had snatched from him. When Jian Yu offered this to Mika, he felt… unhappy. 

He felt… angry. 

Possessive. 

He knew he wasn't supposed to feel this way, but he couldn't help it. 

Zeke laughed bitterly. 

'He's not yours.'

'Yet,' His inner demon whispered. 

Zeke heaved out a frustrated sigh. He hadn't wanted to go to Jian Yu, but he was getting more and more interested. 

Like how honey was attracting bees, he was attracted to Jian Yu. 

And…

He was somewhat like…

Mom. 

Don't get him wrong. He wasn't into incest or whatever it was, but he had been hoping to have a mate like his mother based on personality--

--which was why he was furious about the arranged marriage-- 

--Anyway, the vibe Jian Yu gave off was similar. The kindness, the sense of security he felt whenever Jian Yu was close by. 

'But he is a Beta. He couldn't give you an heir,' Another demon in him uttered, reminding him. 'With your status, you can keep him though.'

'Argh! Shut up!' Zeke shouted internally. 

He raised the lollipop in his hand and glared at it. 'It's all your fault!' He blamed the lollipop. If the lollipop ever had a mouth or mind to speak for itself, it would definitely curse him. 

Chuckling, he twirled the sweet in his hand and something caught his eye. 

He blinked. Huh? 

He bolted upright from his slouch position and studied the candy wrapper. He furrowed his brows and traced the outlines. 

This symbol. 

He frowned. He had seen it somewhere before. 

He raked his mind. This symbol was so familiar to him. He recalled seeing it just recently. 

But where? 

Where had he seen it? 

XXX

"My Lord…"

"Hmmm…"

"Please put your feet down, My Lord." 

"Give me a break, Lynn. Your dear friend hasn't been resting peacefully for days," Derek Roderick pouted.