My White Lotus (ZhanYi)

10: Turn

Yibo was in the kitchen, cooking breakfast. The dough he prepared last night become so mushy and he have to knead it one last time before cutting into pieces to prepare Youtiao (a deep fried dough dish, which eat alone or dipping in soy milk).

But it was giving him a headache. Though very soft, there kept appeared a hole on it. As an occasional perfectionist, it was bothering him. Yibo smoothed it with hand but the hole remained there. Then he sprinkled a little raw floor onto it and squeezed again but the hole remained just like before.
At last, he kneaded it hard followed by a slap. There was a squeak sound and Yibo opened eyes. Zhan was painfully moaning, clutching onto his tummy while Yibo's hand remained in mid air as he blinked at Zhan confused, both still lying on the bed only wearing boxers.

"What was that, Love?" Zhan asked painfully, hiding his navel by palm and rubbing on his tummy.

"I was preparing the dough!" Yibo said as he finally sat upright on the bed. Slowly the realisation kicking in.

Zhan rolled eyes. "Only dough? Good thing, you haven't been cutting meat." He mumbled and finally sat on the bed. His lower part still covered under the blanket.

Yibo sheepishly scratched his non itchy scalp. "I... I'm sorry! It was a dream!"

Zhan Chuckled. "I knew."

He extended hand towards Yibo to pat on those fluffy locks on his head. Yibo on the other hand was feeling guilty on slapping Zhan and rubbed softly on his tummy to smoothen the pain.

"Hey, it's really alright." Zhan said as he pulled Yibo into a hug. Slowly squeezing him and then kissing on top of his head. It wasn't a usual gesture for Yibo in a while. He wasn't used to wake up beside someone else either.

Yibo leaned in the hug, slowly hugging back and enjoying the warmth radiating directly from the other's skin to his. There was a solace in that posture. Yibo didn't wanted to come out of it any sooner but cuddle more like that until they got enough.

"Zhan ge, you was there to celebrate your bachelor party, right? Then why your marriage didn't happened?"

Yibo asked softly, rubbing right cheek on Zhan's hairless, naked chest like a kitten. Zhan was still caressing Yibo's mane. He snorted and asked:

"Why you sound so happy about it?"

Yibo broke the hug and rolled eyes. He sat facing Zhan.

"Who's happy?" He pinched Zhan's hip, annoyed at the latter's accusations.

Zhan let out a dramatic 'ouch',  followed by a series of giggles.

"Aiyah! You are easy to tease Bunbun"

Xiao Zhan leaned forward and squeezed Yibo's mushy cheeks, eyes shining affectionately.

"Aish! Stop it Zhan ge! I'm not a kindergarten child for you to do things like this."

Yibo said, blushing a little as he removed Zhan's hands and Xiao Zhan smiled more widely.

"Aww! How adorable you are! Why are you so cute like this?"

Xiao Zhan didn't seemed like stopping. He cupped Wang Yibo's cheeks in his palms and cradled, occassionally pecking on those fluffy, pouty lips. Wang Yibo felt like bursting out of joy and embarassment at the same time. Joy because, it has been a while since he was adorned by someone else like this and embarrassment because, he thought it was very childish for a grown up man like him to enjoy treatments like this from another one.

Wang Yibo took both of Xiao Zhan's hands down to his lap. "I'm asking seriously Zhan ge. Why are you kidding me like this?"

Xiao Zhan smiled but he really seemed like stopping at that moment. He leaned onto the headrest and sighed.