One Summer (YiZhan FF) || Omegaverse AU

Fifth Summer

The summer rain didn't let up and will never let up anytime soon. Pitter-patter of water droplets is crashing at the window of Yibo's apartment. And a comfortable atmosphere of two warm bodies, sitting in front of each other, coffee in hand, and fated hearts connected. 

"It's been two years since the last time we saw each other," Yibo remarked, looking down at his coffee to find an excuse to avoid the omega's eyes. 

"Yeah, It's quite nostalgic sitting with you on one table but minus the notebooks and pens," he answered, chuckling.

The alpha nodded, "Hm," he hums, bringing back his gaze at the beautiful omega in front of him. "You didn't change much," he said, adding "Still beautiful" in a whisper.

"Really? How so?" The omega giggled, taking a sip from his coffee.

Yibo shrugged, "I just felt like you didn't change much at all," he lied.

"I guess," the latter answers, "You on the other hand have so many changes, back when you were in high school you were cute, now you're handsome!" he teased, giggling along with his remark. 

"You think?" The alpha supplied, not backing down in the latter's mischievousness. "I guess that good that you found me handsome," he smirked.

Zhan's cheeks flushed cutely, looking down at his coffee to avoid those charming eyes, "W-well, you're probably in college now. How's school?" He shifts the topic immediately, if he continues, the alpha will just tease him more. 

The alpha chuckles at how fast he changed the subject, well, he needs to take slow so the omega won't run away again. "Tiring but fun, I guess?" he answered before sipping on his coffee. 

"I'm glad," the omega remarked.

"How about you? How were you?" 

The latter looked up at him then smiled fondly, "I'm working at xxx high school," he started. 

"Oh right, the high school beside my college," Yibo supplied as if he didn't know Zhan was working there.

"Yeah, so well, I'm working as a teacher obviously," he chuckles, "Pay is good, I'm loving my job because of a certain someone," he added. 

That broke Yibo's heart, someone? Who could have been that someone who made Zhan love his profession?

"Is that so? How about your love life?" Yibo asked, shifting the topic to avoid hearing more of that someone he'd mentioned. But too late to realize that it'll hurt him more in asking that matter.

"I don't have," he rubbed the sides of the mug, "I'm still living with my adoptive family, I can't seem to leave them," he chuckles, "I'm repaying them with all their effort in raising me. Plus, I get to have my stress reliever, my nephew," he continued, fondness is obvious in every word he let out. 

"Nephew? Is he cute?" He asked curiously. He still wants to make sure that the kid he saw a few days ago was Zhan's nephew and not his son. 

"Oh, I have a picture, want to see?" He excitedly said, standing up from his seat to get his phone from his bag and came back. 

Then he showed him, it was really his nephew. As if a thorn left his heart, he sighed mentally in relief.

"He's cute," Yibo remarked, looking at the picture Zhan is showing him. "But ours will be much cuter," he unconsciously said making the omega surprised, eyes wide with his cheeks burning red.

Yibo just only then realized what he said after a couple of seconds, steam came off his head as his face burned into red hues, he buried his face into his arms. 

"I-I-" XiaoZhan.exe stopped working.

"Fuck, that's not how I am supposed to confess. Fuck!" he cursed, face still buried into his arms. Eyes started getting wet. His hands balled into a fist as he bites his lower lip, then lets go. He looked up, unbury his face then exhales heavily. 

He looked at Zhan's eyes, determined. "Please don't run away," he started. 

Zhan just met his eyes with him, still surprised and confused, statued at his seat.

"I like you- no, scratch that-- I already love you..." he confessed. Hands trembling in fear of rejection. He's praying to any gods that are willing to hear his cries of plea that Zhan would not run away again after hearing those. 

His prayers were answered, Zhan spoke, "How?" he asks, heart thumping wildly in his chest.

"When I was in high school, I already liked you," he confessed. Right, Zhan remembered that time, he thought the alpha was just confused about his feeling so he brush it off. And the thought of accepting a confession of a high schooler in a graduating college student is absurd. The distance of their age is far different. 

"Y-you really meant that?" Zhan stuttered, stunned.

"I meant every word I said. That like turned to love after two years," The alpha added. 

"B-but I left you hanging that time?" the omega uttered. He left him hanging because he don't know how to face him, he doesn't want to hurt the kid that time.

"That's why I'm here in front of you, demanding the answer to my confession two years ago."

Zhan gulped, swallowing hard as his palms started to get damp. He looked down, trying to find his answer to his reflection in his coffee. 

"Do you have someone in your heart?" The alpha suddenly asked, making him turn his head at him, exclaiming, "NO!" in defense. 

"I did not have anyone ever in my heart," he stammers, eyes glistening from the tears that are ready to fall. Then it hit him, why didn't he have anyone in his life? Why didn't he opened his heart to someone? There are some who tried hitting on him but he never welcomed them. 

So why did he doesn't have one? The answer lies in front of him. The man seating across him with the scent of coffee, the fate that was drawn to him even if how long the distance is. 

"...You..." he mumbles. The alpha attentively listens. "All along..." the omega added, unable to construct a sentence, his mind is blocked and his heart is blocking it with its loud pound. 

"You're my fated..." he finally stammers out. 

A wide smile escaped Yibo's lips, "Figures," he remarked, leaving his coffee and walked to the omega's side. "So what's your answer?" he asks, reaching for his cheeks to make him turn his eyes at him. 

Zhan's eyes fixated at the alpha's orbs, lips quivering and hands trembling, "I- I..." words won't come out of his lips, thus, his lips answered Yibo's confession, hands unconsciously reached for the alpha's cheeks, pulling him deeper. 

Their lips danced at the music of the pouring rain. The cold weather became warm.

This summer they confessed their love.

-----

A/N: okay. A quick poll, who's in favor of me putting a smut in this wholesome story, comment "Lan Zhan's cock is delicious" [Trans: "Manok ni Lan Zhan masarap"], otherwise, comment "I want Wen Zhuliu to wreck me with his core melting hand".

Ps. I meant the chicken, okay? HAHAHAHAH