HIStory 3: Trapped Oneshots

Story 6: Meal Of The Love (LiKe CP)

"FBI! Open up!"

The loud banging on their door made Zhao Zi rise from his deep slumber, startling him and making his heart palpitate loudly inside his chest. He takes deep breaths, y-neck steel blue long sleeved shirt moving along his chest area. He rubs his upper body in an effort to calm himself down while looking around in panic and disorient. Breathing heavily, he hurriedly slips on his house slippers, tripping down when one toe got stuck in his soft linen pants. He grumbles and stood back up before going downstairs to check the perpetrator of the noise which almost sent him to the afterlife.

He glances at the wall clock, noticing the sun has not even risen. Did he do something bad? Why is the FBI after him this early? Are they here to get Liang Dian? But...

Wait...where even is Dian? He was not on the bed earlier.

Did the FBI already got him? Oh hell no.

He opens the door, about to beg the FBI to give his boyfriend back but what greeted him was Liang Dian's grinning face, dressed in a simple maroon button down shirt and black pants, on his feet (adorned by dark sneakers) are three bags of groceries, "Good morning, shorty! I left my keys when I went shopping earlier and-" He sends him a blank expression before slamming the door close, even locking it. He heard a thump, probably his lover throwing himself on the door before the banging was heard all over the house again, "No! Zhao Zi, let me in!"

He waited a few minutes, letting his boyfriend reflect on what he did. When the banging stopped, he unlocks the door and again, met Jack's smiling and not-so-sorry face. He seriously wants to punch him. Not his face though, because Jack's face is everything.

He hits his lover's chest weakly as the other fake flinched, dazzling smile still intact and sending butterflies fluttering inside Zhao Zi's stomach, "You almost sent me on my deathbed! How old are you again? I was wondering why the FBI was after me!"

Liang Dian sends him a knowing glance before he grinned widely, apparently finding Zhao Zi's misery amusing. His face is twisted in amusement and Zhao Zi is already pondering his life choices, pursing his lips and glaring, "I hate you sometimes."

"I like you always." Liang Dian chirped back, smiling before picking up the bag of groceries and bringing them inside the house. Zhao Zi still followed his movements with a glare, mood turning slightly better when he peers at the contents of the bags. He recognizes some food in there and he unconsciously puts his salivary glands to good use, different types of succulent food already invading his mind.

Liang Dian makes his way in the kitchen, putting the bags on the table. Staring at the table with a smile, he grabs the edge and covers his face, form shaking in silent laughter. Zhao Zi's face earlier, it was so adorable that Liang Dian doesn't even know what to say. Zhao Zi is seriously cute that he can just eat him up without leaving any leftovers.

He really, really, loves him.

Soon after Jack calms himself down, Zhao Zi wanders in the kitchen, eager and delightedly checking out the foods placed inside the bags. He barely pays attention to Jack and proceeds to scrutinize the food he had bought. One by one, he takes them out from their bags and gives his reactions at each and every one of them. He nods when he sees the ingredients he liked, eyebrows furrowing at the ones he dislikes, and beaming at his favorites.

While he does this, Jack watches him with his lips set in a small smile. He only dreamed of a peaceful life like this, never really a man who can settle in one place but look at him now, turning to a man that isn't 'Jack' but Fang Liang Dian; a loving and cheesy man who is disgustingly sweet when he's deeply over heels in love.

"I'm planning to cook Thai food today, what do you think?" Liang Dian asks, smiling broadly when Zhao Zi immediately comes to him like a moth attracted to a flame, "Really?"