WORTHLESS (BL)

Sword Dance

'What the hell did Malakhi Zero want from a place like this?' 

Jian Yu heaved out a deep sigh. Going to a place like that when the sun was still high up bounded to earn him weird looks. 

He folded the small piece of paper in his hand and slipped it back inside his pocket. Adjusting the box in his arms, his stomach decided to announce its existence by grumbling loudly. 

He hadn't managed to grab breakfast before he was hauled to do some errands and now it was past lunchtime. 

Deciding on a light meal, his legs had brought him to the center of the town, the crowdest part of it.

The central plaza. A big public square in the town, many artists gathered here to share their pieces, showing off their talent by doing attractions. 

He looked around in interest. It was packed with people and the remnants of yesterday's celebration were still there. 

And as Jian Yu predicted, the gossip about the fire was like a cake fresh from the oven. Everyone was talking about it! 

He stopped in front of a bakery shop and bought a 30 cm baguette. He hoped this small meal could fill the blackhole he possessed called stomach. 

He searched for a quiet place to enjoy his meal. Sitting down on a wooden bench placed around the gigantic fountain in the middle of the town, he watched people busied themselves while he munched on his meal. 

The sound of the roaring whitewaters cascading down into the pool-sized basin played their part perfectly as the background music. 

Enjoying the scenery, he bit onto the baguette and winced. 

'Damn, this baguette is really hard!'

He wondered if he had dislocated his jaws. He could feel his gums cursing profanities at him by now, but that didn't stop him from eating and Jian Yu inhaled the whole thing within minutes. 

He was wiping his mouth with the handkerchief when someone called him. 

"Jian Yu, is that you?" 

Turning, he saw Zeke standing across from him, his face shining bright as ever. As if Zeke was thrilled seeing him, his face lit up even more.

"It is you!" He waved and bounded over like an excited puppy. With him were several other young men and women. 

All Alphas. 

Among them, he could recognize Mika and Jeon Dong-Hyun. 

"Who is this guy, Roderick?" 

"He--"

"He is the blueballer my poor best friend is suffering from! Huang Jian Yu, the one I am telling you lots about!" Mika, the oh-ever-so-friendly human being existed, called out. 

He swung his arms over Jian Yu's shoulder as he introduced him. Zeke had choked on his saliva, his jade eyes shook. 

Confused as ever, Jian Yu could only offer a polite smile. He had no idea what they had talked about him and he didn't even want to know. 

Dong-Hyun came over to greet him personally which he returned the same way. His eyes trailed to Zeke, only to see him avoiding eye contact with a face so red that it could put a tomato to shame. 

Arms still around his shoulder, Mika leaned closer. "Hey, hey! Are you busy? Yes? No? Come and join us!" 

A hand reached over and pulled Mika's ear. "Stop badgering him! He has no time for you and what's with your choppy sentence?   I bet he didn't get what you are saying at all! Cause, even I don't!"