THE WITNESS {YIZHAN} (COMPLETED ✅✅)

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Zhan unlocked the door. with hand being tied up to Yibo's, he feels frustrated to do everything. He has to drag Yibo around whenever he goes and whatever he does. Zhan glanced at Yibo who was holding his packet of noodle. Yibo smirked at him. Zhan rolled his eyes, then he pushed the door open. The door was old and got cracks everywhere, the color also fades, experiencing the hit from the sun light and rain that comes to crash on it. When it being moved, the creepy creaking sound presented.

"At least you have something that greets you whenever you come in and go out of your house...~" commented Yibo, teased the other man.

"Tch! I know my house is far from your house...!" Zhan retorted. He entered the house.

"How do you know that my house is far from here? Mr. Xiao, by any chance, are you stalking me?" Yibo smirked.

"I won't waste my time to tail you like there is no other more important things to do like you!" Zhan glared at Yibo. He snatched the plastic bag from Yibo and put it on the table.

"Who says it unimportant? It's my job to keep an eye on you...!" replied Yibo.

Again, Zhan g;are at the man. He dragged Yibo when he pulled the chair and sat on it. He started to unload the plastic bag, taking out of the packet of his wanton noodle and set it to be eaten. He unpacked the disposable chopsticks and spoon provided by the noodle seller. He stirred the soup and took a sip on it. He smiled when he tasted the tasty noodle soup.

He glanced at Yibo who staring at him. Yibo smiled at him. Zhan glared and he started to dig on his food. He needed his right hand to use chopstick, thus he has to drag Yibo's hand , as well.

"Ouch! Mr. Xiao Zhan! The soup is hot!" cried Yibo when his fingers touched the food.

"Then uncuff me, ma?" Zhan retorted, lifting their connected hands.

"But I told you already! I don't have the key!" replied Yibo.

Zhan rolled his eyes and continue to eat. But this time he didn't pick up the noodle. He wasn't a left-handed person. So, he was unable to use chopstick properly using his left hand. He only scooping the vegetable and meat with the spoon.

Yibo took the chopsticks from Zhan's hand. Zhan looked at him with a scowling face but he didn't say a thing. Yibo started to pick the noodle with the chopstick, while secretly he was holding Zhan's cuffed hand which dropped under the table. He got no idea, wether zhan doesn't realize it or he also enjoys it, but Zhan didn't refuse when he holds his hand under the table. Yibo smirked.

Zhan watched the noodle that being picked by Yibo with sad eyes. Yibo hung the noodle in front of Zhan's mouth. Zhan who has turned his gaze to the plastic bowl and scooping the soup, stopped. He stared at the noodle that dangling on the chopsticks, then he turned his gaze at Yibo who smiling at him.

"Hmh? Open your mouth!" said Yibo.

"You eat, la!" Zhan scowled.

"No. I'm feeding you. Because I have troubled you by holding your hand...!" said Yibo, and he squeezed Zhan's hand under the table.

Zhan startled until he drops the plastic spoon he was holding and he takes a look under the table. He saw Yibo was holding and squeezing his hand. Zhan quickly brought their hands on the table and get rid of Yibo's hand from his.

"Are you a pervert??" Zhan screamed.

"No. I'm a police," replied Yibo, calmly.

Yibo knows his action frightened the other man, but he can't help to tease him. He found Zhan was cute when he was throwing his tantrum, and he likes it.