The red thread of fate《Zhanyi version》

Chapter 7

Wang Yibo's POV

"Wangji~" I whined while hanging onto my brother's arm; he only smiled, shaking his head, "you're not a kid anymore, Yibo."

I pouted, "I forgot my wallet." I dodged a smack from Wangji as he passed me his wallet, and without waiting any longer, I ran towards the bakery that was selling ice cream.

Within a few minutes, I was back at Wangji's side, showing him my strawberry chocolate ice cream with a childish grin, "sometimes I question who's the older ones of us two." I stuck out my tongue.

I slipped his wallet into the grocery bag Wangji was carrying as I took a small bite of my delicious ice cream that melted on my tongue.

The weather was burning on my skin as I fanned myself with my other hand, a tiny pout adorning my lips as I continued eating my ice cream, at times glancing next to me at Wangji, who looked deep in thoughts again.

It took me some time to adjust to the situation of being able to see the red thread of others, but now, it seemed normal; although it still bought a headache to me, I could live with it.

We quickly arrived home, and this time I took the groceries from Wangji while he opened the door; the cold air from inside met me as I stepped inside.

I screamed, and before my brains could comprehend what was happening, the groceries fell out of my hands.

A handsome man was lying on our sofa, his face peaceful, his chest heaving up and down in a slow rhythm, and even my fierce scream didn't wake him up.

Wangji quickly rushed inside to check up on me as he too saw the man, yet he looked calm, whispering to me, "did you leave the door open?" I couldn't talk, so I shook my head when I noticed something.

His thread, his red thread of fate, wasn't red, it was pitch black, just like mine, and as I followed his string, I realized two things.

One was that when I followed his black string of fate, it was short, his matched mine, but that aside, the second thing I realized was that Wangji was trying to call the cops on my soulmate whose thread is black and lying lifelessly on our couch in our house . . . ?

This was definitely not the way I imagined my first meeting with my soulmate, neither my eighteenth birthday-

"Yibo, go outside; I am calling 911," he whispered as he glared at my soulmate, and my instinct took it over; I forcefully grabbed Wangji's arm, dragging him outside.

"Wait here." I left Wangji outside, taking his phone away as I saw how his eyes widened, and I walked inside, closing the door behind me as I approached the living room.

The handsome young man was still asleep like the sleeping beauty, his plump red lips that got curved upwards into a smile, long eyelashes, a serene look, and that small tempting mole under his lip.

I don't know how much time passed as I stared at him; perhaps it was only a minute, hour or longer; it was until his eyelashes moved a bit with a soft flutter.

At first, it was only an almost invisible movement, but soon he started waking up as I backed a bit backwards, my eyes still fixated on him, forgetting the world outside there.

He yawned, so cute, and he once again fluttered his eyelashes before adjusting the scene, looking around only to meet my eyes.

Confusion was visible for a fracture of a second before his eyes widened and got replaced with another glimmer I couldn't pinpoint.

"Wang Yibo." His voice was hoarse but deep, and my mind was blank, not even progressing him calling out my name.

"W-Wang Yibo, y-you can see me . . . ?" I accidentally let out a snort before answering a quick yes, and his facial expression changed; before I could understand what happened, he clung to me like a teddy bear.

His face got buried in my neck as I felt myself slowly get my posture back, relaxing while patting his back like he was a kid, just like Wangji would do to me when I had a sudden anxiety attack.

Strangely enough, it felt normal; he felt like a safe haven, but maybe it was the feeling a soulmate is supposed to give, but even so, why were our threads black?

I shrugged the thought away as I continued patting his back, feeling his heartbeat next to mine, raising up and down, and at that moment, I wished he wouldn't hear how hard my heart was beating for this moment.

"Are you okay?" He nudged his head into my crook, his warm breath against my skin tickling as he whispered, "give me one more moment in your arms; even if it's a dream, I am willing to stay dreaming."

My heart skipped a beat hearing his words as I didn't know what to do; it was just all too unfamiliar and familiar at the same time, neither did I wanted to let go of him.

It was funny meeting him in such a strange situation and yet feeling like a princess out of a fairytale my mom back then read to me; it felt so unreal as a dream I would wake up from any moment.

A bubble waiting to be pri-

"I am sorry for disturbing you two, and I will leave you guys for your 'lovey-dovey' stuff if I can pass to the kitchen to get my wallet as I just realized I forgot to buy something." We both, at the exact same moment, turned our heads to Wangji, who grinned cheekily, a dark glance lingering inside his eyes as he looked at my soulmate like a warning sign.

"Yibo, I don't wanna know what's going on; scream if he's trying to harm you." The man looked up at me with big doe eyes as I couldn't help but let out a small smile at Sean's overprotective side.

Giving a thumbs-up, he nodded, striding past us to get his wallet before leaving, not forgetting to sent daggers through the glare to my soulmate, who still was looking at me.

I couldn't help but think of him as a little pig, his cheeks were so cute, and I couldn't help but reach out to pinch them as he gave me a pout, "what's your name?" He looked at me intensely.

"Xiao Zhan."

Word count: 1132 words

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Sorry for the late update, had many problems, but I promise to be actively back with my updates again from today on!! Next update will be in a few days probably *fingers crossed*