Unsaid Love Story

Chapter 9

Zhan has to concentrate, but he feels stuck. Sticking between a rock, a hard place, and the unrelenting mass of energy and fire known as Wang Yibo. He is unsure of how to proceed, as a lot has occurred in such a brief period of time. Frustrated, he tugs at his hair and attempts to focus on rehearsal. Sunday is not too far off, and he not only risks his career but also his bandmates' well-being. And on top of that, it's the preview for their massive four-month tour—a significant deal!

However, he just can't seem to get his mind into it because all he can think about is the unexpected return of that crazy alpha into his life. Each moment with him replays in his head like a broken record, over and over again. It makes everything difficult, especially when he feels surrounded by him.

He attempts to focus on Ji Li's words, knowing they are crucial for the upcoming concerts, but they simply pass through one ear and out the other without eliciting a response. He grabs a pebble from the window and clenches his fist, staring at the back of his hand like a miracle and slipping back into the past.

The day had started boring for Zhan, with his first two classes being uneventful and his mind wandering to thoughts of the weekend ahead. However, as he walked into his third class, everything changed. The room was buzzing with excitement as the students chattered about the upcoming singing competition.

Zhan's ears perked up at the mention of the competition, and his interest piqued. He had always loved to sing, but he never had the courage to perform in front of a crowd. The thought of showcasing his talent in front of his peers was both exhilarating and terrifying. He chewed his lip and fidgeted with his pencil, unsure whether he should sign up.

Lost in his actions, he failed to notice someone standing in front of him, holding their fist out. He was confused. He looked up, and his eyes met that same roguish smile from the lunatic Yibo. His heart was racing. How? Why? What was this weird deviant guy doing here?!

Yibo looked nothing different at any time, but Zhan stared at him. His clothes were always a little loose on him, but he sure looked comfortable. His actual signature was the golden brown bleached hair since they met. He never explained to anyone where he'd gotten the idea from, but Zhan thought it was something.

Zhan opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He just stared at Yibo with his mouth agape. Eventually, he realized what a fool he would be, so he quickly averted his gaze, muttering under his breath.

He disregarded Yibo and continued fidgeting with his pencil, hoping that the other boy would leave. However, that didn't happen. This irritated him, so he forcefully pushed away Yibo's hand and glared while asking, "What?"

Yibo smiled and extended his fist again, clearly having something on his mind. "Can you see something on it?"

Zhan glanced at Yibo's fist and tried to find what the other was talking about. He found nothing, so he looked up and said, "No!" Even though he replied, he had a little doubt, so he looked back at Yibo's fist and wished to find something.

"No?! Just look at it carefully and say something," Yibo said, cocking his head to the side and winking casually.

Zhan stared blankly for a few seconds, though it felt like an eternity. His face grew hotter, and his embarrassment was visible through his reddened cheeks. Swallowing nervously, he took a deep breath and reached out to grasp Yibo's hand in an attempt to unravel the mystery.

Still, he found nothing, so he got frustrated and threw Yibo's hand away. He tugged at his hair helplessly and shook his head. "Sorry. I found nothing different."

"Well, I also didn't find anything different... until you touched my hand," Yibo said with a laugh, breaking his poker face. "But after that, I suddenly felt my pulse quicken and butterflies in the pit of my stomach. What is it about you that makes my heart race?"