Unsaid Love Story

Chapter 12

Zhan feels as if he is a mess. His heart pounds in his chest, adrenaline coursing through his veins. His mind races with a million thoughts per second, feeling completely unfocused. This experience feels surreal to him, as he has never been on this edge before. Being in Yibo's presence always ignites something in him that no one else can.

He should hate it, but there's also a sick sense of rightness to this feeling. It doesn't matter; it can't matter that he hates Yibo or that Yibo wants to see him suffer. It is a passion that satisfies and breaks both of them. There is nothing to worry about. It is a part of their little game!

Zhan takes deep breaths, trying to calm his racing heart, but he can't seem to do it. Sweat starts to bead on his forehead, but he tries his best to shake off whatever is bothering him. Maybe he can win this or lose it. It takes a little while, but he attempts to shake off the residue of tension before glancing at the alpha up and down.

Of course, Yibo is still standing with only a towel wrapped around his waist, staring at Zhan impassively. His smirk widens as he realizes the effect he's having on Zhan.

Zhan feels his face flushing with embarrassment as he takes a moment to collect himself, biting his lower lip and shaking his head. "You're still not dressed?" He asks, slapping himself on the back of the head and flinching. He lowers his chin to his chest so he can look at the floor instead. How can he talk to Yibo if he even dares to look at him?

A finger hooks under his chin and pulls his head up, forcing him to look Yibo in the eyes, even though he doesn't want to. Their gazes meet; Yibo's eyes are searching for something that might indicate the truth of feelings. The intensity of the moment is palpable, and the weight of Yibo's stare feels almost suffocating for Zhan.

"Are you okay, bunny?" Yibo asks with a smirk on his face. "What's going on?"

Zhan tries to bring some sense into his mind and forces himself to solve the situation bravely. His brows knit together, glaring. The comment irritates him, so he firmly pushes Yibo's hand away and forces himself to shrug nonchalantly. "I don't have time for this."

Mostly, because he doesn't want Yibo to see him like this and think that the alpha's been fucking right all along about his weakness. "What the hell do you want? Why are you returning to our lives, huh?" Zhan asks impatiently.

Yibo laughs and turns away, pretending to lose himself in his thoughts. Zhan becomes irritated, as he despises when Yibo acts this way. The tension builds on his skin as Yibo starts circling him like a predator stalking its prey, trailing a finger down his spine before whispering menacingly, "To make you and your brother's lives hell!"

Zhan breathes slowly, then speaks in a low whisper. "You can't." With that, he walks away and ends up falling to the floor with a heavy thud. "Ouch!" He whines and stands up, clearing his throat softly, before a scowl appears on his face.

"Your words couldn't stand for at least a minute," Yibo drawls easily, dusting off Zhan's shirt before patting him on the arm. "Then how can you guys stand against me?"

Zhan shrugs off Yibo's touch and scowls harder before he turns tails and walks away without so much as a goodbye. He understands that talking to Yibo isn't worth it, so he just lets fate do its thing.

Yibo smirks and rushes over to block Zhan's path. The possession of having and owning Zhan belongs to him, and he is determined not to let him go without making him remember his presence, even if they are no longer together.

Standing right in Zhan's face, Yibo notices the younger one wearing some of the most adorable glasses. How did he not notice it before? Regardless, he realizes it is cute on Zhan's face. Now, he has to do something about it and get his hand into that cookie jar, so to speak.

Zhan glares until Yibo plucks the glasses from his face and puts them on him. "What are you doing? Don't break them!" He's huffing as the alpha goes cross-eyed, trying to see.

"Stop that! Don't say anything!" Zhan huffs out now, snatching his glasses when the alpha is beginning to grin wide. For some reason, it feels so natural. "What are you smiling at?"

"You're blind," Yibo teases, and Zhan snorts a laugh of disbelief. A smile comes to Yibo's lips as he sees Zhan putting the glasses back on. "No! You're not blind, but you're trying to blind everyone by wearing those."

"I don't like to explain myself to some lunatic, even if you want to. Since you've come along and played your tricks again, I think I should let you know something. I'm not your bitch or something," Zhan hisses, shifting his glasses and making a face. "And before your fat head stretches my glasses or something, it's fitting weird."

"Oh, blow me," Yibo huffs out defensively, but grinning nonetheless. "You have nothing to talk to me about, but I have one thing to tell you if you want to know. I could smell you that day and knew about your identity before you presented. You're an omega, right?"

Fear takes over Zhan's body, causing him to shake uncontrollably. He knows that it brings pleasure to Yibo, but it does nothing to calm his anxiety. His thoughts become a jumbled mess, and he loses control.

Yibo watches, bemused, as if he's trying to figure out Zhan's strength, and then his face just kind of lights up. It makes him so glad as the omega flies out of his room worriedly. "Great," he says, with a goofy smile coming across his face. For some reason, he feels like it is going to be a lot more than he thinks it's going to be.