Cold Water

Part 04 - Bowl of Soup

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Narration
"Conversation"
'Thoughts'

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Zhan doesn't know how to react. The man who he has been avoiding, of course because he does not want a strange quarrel where he himself don't know about what they fight, was standing in front of him.

Seeing Zhan trying to stand up, Yibo extended his hand. Zhan who was staring at it felt a deja vu. But where did he experience it. Not thinking long he accepted Yibo's hand.

"Thank you for helping me and sorry for bumping into you," Zhan said, massaging his head.

"Are you all right?" Yibo asked with his voice barely audible. Zhan thought he heard it wrong. But when he saw an unfamiliar expression on Yibo's face, Zhan was sure Yibo really said that sentence. Yibo looks worried.

"It's okay, I'm just a little dizzy from drinking too much last night" Zhan smiled. But somehow he seemed to want to get something out of his stomach.

"You don't feel anything else? Are you sure it's okay?" Yibo asked once again when he saw Zhan's reaction. This time Zhan was truly taken aback, this was the first time he had heard such a long sentence from Yibo.

"It's okay, just a little hangover. Maybe after drinking warm soup, I will improve"  Zhan said, as he tried to hold the pain in his stomach.

Yibo took out the key from his pants pocket then opened the door in front of where they had been standing.

"Come in," Yibo said as he took his luggage that had fallen. Now his expression returned flat.

"Hey, whose apartment are you opening?" Zhan asked as soon as Yibo entered. He wasn't sure whether to follow him in or not. Not long after, Yibo returned.

"Come on," Yibo said, pulling Zhan's hand in. Inevitably Zhan followed him inside with his hand still being pulled by Yibo.

Wow!!

One word that Zhan could deduce from Yibo's apartment.

Everything is neatly arranged with shades of gray and light blue. In the front room there is a sea blue double sofa. On the couch there is a picture of the afternoon sea view. At the end of the room there is a simple kitchen but Zhan believes the contents are more complete than his own kitchen. To the right of the kitchen is a hallway that he believes leads to another room. Once again everything was so neat, and perfect in his eyes.

' I don't know who has arranged the interior of this room, but it's really great.' Zhan thought.

"Sit down," Yibo said, releasing his hand on Zhan's hand.

He simply obeyed Yibo's orders because he was still busy watching the whole room. While Yibo walked into the kitchen and did something.

The distinctive smell of savory enters Zhan's nose, making him immediately aware of the search for the origin of the smell that he can only be surprised. Yibo is cooking soup. The apron covered his chest. Zhan involuntarily smiled.

"Yibo. Can you cook?" Zhan asked already standing next to Yibo. Yibo, who was unaware of Zhan's presence, was immediately shocked to almost drop his spatula, but Zhan quickly caught it without caring that the spatula was still hot.

"Aahh,"  Zhan yelled when his palm touched the spatula, his hand instantly turned red. Seeing Zhan holding his hand in pain Yibo immediately turned off the stove.

"I told you to sit," Yibo said, immediately pulling Zhan's hand and turning on the water faucet. Seeing what Yibo doing to him Zhan thought he is seeing someone else, not Yibo as he had known it all this time or the Yibo that he used to hear from others. Again a smile graced Zhan's face.