A Beautiful Mistake [ S.C.I.谜案集 | S.C.I. Mystery (TV) Fanfic)

Ch 1: Encounter

A BaiZhan or YutongYao fic xD  hugeeeee thanks at Unnie AKA Unnie Shae (She's my beta reader :D) for beta reading and polished this fic. DX I wuuuv u.

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"Professor Yao." A familiar voice accompanying a soft rap against his office door interrupts the renowned genius psychologist from grading his student papers. Zhan Yao looks up just in time to see his cousin Zhao Fu leaning against the door frame, waving bags of plastic - probably food - in his hands.

Without invitation, Zhao Fu steps inside grinning from ear to ear. The officer makes himself comfortable as he sits across him, placing the plastic bags atop the polished table. The psychologist sighs and shakes his head in defeat, already used to Zhao Fu's steamroll like behavior. For a beta, he's already obnoxiously overprotective as it is, he shudders to think how worse he's going to be if he'd been born an alpha.

"You should know better than to call me that in public." Yao chastises mildly, gaze at the door.

Zhao waves him off, unconcerned. "Do you think I'm stupid enough to call you your birth name where foreign ears might hear? Of course I made sure the vicinity was clear. What do you take me for couz?"

A lot of things of which Yao is sure Fu would not take kindly to. He really doesn't want to start a fight.

He puts down his pen, leans back against his swivel chair and crosses his arms, sighs again. "So what brings you here?" Aside from the glaringly obvious.

Zhao Fu pouts childishly in a way that Zhan Yao has to suppress an eyeroll. "Eh? Can't I just visit my lovely cousin for no apparent reason at all?" Fu asks in a sugary sweet tone that makes Yao want to gag.

Yao stares at him impassively until Fu caves in and he looks up to the heavens, probably praying for patience. Yao knows the typical nurturing, warm and loving omega behavior missed him when god had been giving out such traits, but there's no need for Fu to look at him like he's killed his firstborn.

"Would it kill you to be a nice omega for once?"

"Yes." Yao deadpans. Shooting him point blank. He hates how society generally views omegas as these amazingly empathetic and sensitive, fuzzy feelings type of people. Because he's anything but. "I actually was in the middle of work. Did you have anything else you needed to ask me or need help with or you just decided it's a good idea to bother me today?"

Zhao Fu, seemingly surrendering to the inevitability of a bitchy Yao, decides to glance at the clock, and then proceeds to send him a disappointed frown. "Look at you, you're not eating on time again. Its 2PM already."

Diversion tactic. Because of course he'd do that.

"I'm not hungry." He tells Zhao Fu to which the other chooses to be contradictory by arranging the food containers and opening them on the table pointedly. The delicious aroma makes his stomach clench, making a liar out of him despite not actually hungry enough to require food yet. It warms his heart that Fu occasionally brings sustenance or give him stern reminders to eat on time. Though his cousin also has the infuriating habit of reminding him of being too much of a workaholic, too reclusive, too skinny and never failing to insult him about how fucking delicate he is, he appreciates the gesture all the same.

Even though he'd rather eat his students' migraine inducing failing test papers first than tell him that.

Zhao Fu points his chopsticks threateningly at him. Any closer and he is taking the eating utensils and shove them up his cousin's nose. Damn. He's cranky as hell. This time of the year never get any easier.

"Don't give me that excuse. I know how one-track minded you can get when working. If I left you to your devices you'd probably sooner starve to death than realize you're hungry. Here. Shut up and eat. I brought you some of your favorite congee."