Funfetti Made For Only One Fork

🍰Chapter 3 🍰

Chapter 3 : A Little Bit Of Sweetness

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"Where do you want me to put this?"

Yibo looks up from where he is fiddling with the folded clothes in his hands. Zhoucheng lift up the small stack of books when he finally achieve Yibo's attention which make Yibo wonder if zhoucheng called for him multiple times before. He is standing by the window, where the white curtains cascade down from top and flutter in the warm breeze that sneaks inside through the open window panes. Yibo puts the clothes back on the bed that's missing a proper linen. Yibo eyed the cupboard that almost occupied with books, action figures, art supplies and some crafts. There was this one little cube that left abandoned which will be a perfect home for his books as it's not hefty.

"Yibo? Are you listening?"

Zhoucheng nudged him by his shoulder. Yibo bit the inside of his cheek in fruitless contemplation. He was still very much bothered by the nagging intuition, there was a small voice behind his head that suggested he should stop, that this doesn't feel right. What bothersome is the constant feeling that he is somehow invading someone's personal space. In a way, despite how the rules assert, this is zhoucheng's cousin's own space which is now without his knowledge is being invaded by yibo.

"Earth to yibo."

Zhoucheng snaps his fingers right in front of Yibo's face. Yibo simply peels the books out of his hand and walks back to the open luggage on the floor. He sinks into his knees and puts it back inside.

"What happened? Why are you putting it away?"

Zhoucheng asks as he sits by his side, he grabs Yibo's hand when he reaches for the clothes, somehow foreseeing it also going inside the bag.

Yibo holds his silence and slumps cross legged on the floor, hugs the clothes closer as he spoke with his gaze fixed on the marbled floor, which perfectly captured the reflection of his face.

“Maybe we should wait for your brother and then unpack. We can arrange my things according to his conviction. In that way it will feel less like I'm invading his place.”

Zhoucheng scoot closer to him, the press of his shoulder against his is somehow soothing. The melodramatic string of music emanating from Zhoucheng's mobile by the table changes into a more upbeat one. Zhoucheng took the clothes from him and got up.

"Don't overthink, alright? It's not like we're replacing any of da ge's belongings. We're simply putting your things on the vacant place. It's simple"

"But" Yibo bite his lips

Zhoucheng shushed him with his finger against lips.

He marches towards the closet on the other end, right next to the door for a bath which has a tinted glass shower cubicle and bathtub. Back at home they only have common bathrooms which have dull walls that's made out of bricks and the only source of water for them is a well  that's blessed with abundant water even in scorching summer. Yibo has to carry the water by bucket and Store it for a week or two. It was undoubtedly an exhausting task by the end of the day that the joint of his limbs will ache in newfound vigour but it was always fun with his father around, humming lines of their favourite songs as he hikes the pail full of water up from the depths of the well which hums back the lines in subdued echos.

Yibo joined Zhoucheng who was stacking up his clothes. The closet was double decked, hanging on it was clothes that varied from casual to formal, there were linen suits there as well as sports wear. As he neared closer Yibo halted on his steps as he breathed in a whiff of scent that's certainly overpowering than Zhoucheng's or any other alphas and omegas he came across. He is a beta who can identify one's scent mildly enough to know if they are alpha, omega or a beta like him. The one surrounding him with a delicate layer managed to send goosebumps all over him. He puts his palm over nose, which helps to block the scent out.