Why? [YiZhan FanFiction]✔️

-22- Bad timing

-22- Bad timing

It's been a full three weeks since we last spoke to Yibo, while he was still here in California. Now I know that his phone has been lost. It was on the plane and a flight attendant tried to return it to the lost and found, but for some reason she forgot it.

When she accidentally found the phone in her work bag, she charged the battery and since Yibo probably doesn't use a pin for his sim card, she was able to access it. She called me because my name is at the top of his list, with several hearts attached.

I told her I was his boyfriend and she sent me his phone. I turned it on and wrote this Seungyoun: "Please tell your boyfriend Yibo, they sent his phone to me. I'll wrap it up today and send it to his father's house tomorrow."

This was followed by a short response: "Thank you. I'll give him the message."

I swallowed the bitter bile that tried to climb up my throat. He didn't even deny being Yibo's boyfriend. Damn it, what have I gotten myself into?

I've always said I don't want to have an affair, a casual relationship, much less a relationship ruin. And if that Seungyoun is really Yibo's boyfriend, then I was an affair, right?

Oh man, I'm doing it again. For the past three weeks, I have told myself over and over again that I will stay calm for now and try not to think about anything that has to do with this Seungyoun, and now I'm doing it again.

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Five days later...

I am KO from a long day at the office and my daughter is also very exhausting at the moment. She constantly talks back to me, does not listen to what I say and is naughty to me.

Since she will be four years old soon, I have planned a small birthday party with her. I told her to tell me who from the kindergarten she wants to invite. But she refused, she told me that I should not care, because I am not invited to her birthday party.

Now she thinks it's my fault that Yibo doesn't call. She thinks I had a fight with Yibo and that's why he doesn't want to have anything to do with us anymore. I know she doesn't realize it, but that really hurt me.

I lie in my bed and think about how she told me I wasn't invited to her birthday party because I scared her dad Yibo away with a fight. Earlier I didn't let on how that hurt me, but now I can't hold back my tears. How could she think that about me?

She said that in kindergarten they said if a parent doesn't call back it's because there was a fight. I know that some of the children in her kindergarten already experienced a divorce or separation of their parents, and now she thinks that Yibo and I are the same.

But the worst thing was the look on her face when she said it was my fault. And whose fault is it really?

I had trouble falling asleep. It was already after one o'clock in the night when I was tired and could finally fall asleep. Until my phone rang at about half past four in the night, I could sleep more or less calmly.

I took my phone and looked at the caller ID, it was Yibo. Angrily I refused the call and put the phone aside again. I urgently need some sleep and now in the middle of the night, after the day and especially the evening, I don't feel like talking to Yibo. Even though I waited for a long time, I really can't do that right now.

Shortly afterwards my phone rings again. I reject the call again and turn off the sound. The up and down lighting of the display disturbs my sleep again. So I turn the phone to the side of the display. But still I get the light up and down.

Angrily I pick up my phone and see that Yibo has written me three messages. First message: "Please ZhanZhan, answer. Talk to me."

Second message: "ZhanZhan, I'm sorry. Let me explain."

Third message: "ZhanZhan, I love you. I miss you. Please, let's talk for a second, and I'll explain everything. Please pick up."

I tap on answers and type in my answer: "It's after half past four in the morning and I have to get up in two hours. Bad timing. Night." And then I send the message.

And I receive a reply from him only a moment later: "Please my ZhanZhan, please let us talk. I want to hear your voice and I want to tell you what happened. It's important."

Tired as I was, I still wanted answers, but fell asleep while doing so and then got scared when I woke up at half past seven in the morning. I overslept for an hour!

I quickly run into the bathroom, take a four-minute shower, brush my teeth and get dressed quickly. Then I wake up Xinxin, wash her thoroughly, brush her teeth and comb her hair, then I dress her and together we run into the kitchen. Eat as fast as possible and run to the car. And of course we end up directly in the mile-long traffic jam.

Then I think I'd better warn my boss that I might be late for work and realize that I left my phone at home. So the day starts off really well after all.

After a lecture about punctuality from my boss, I work like crazy. Because we are expecting important customers from Japan. And there was a lot to prepare. And then it goes on, preparations for a meeting at another company. Analysis of statistics, checking evaluations, setting up a new database and sorting the last almost one thousand documents that have been scanned into the new database in the course of digitalization.

With two hours of overtime behind me, I pick up Xinxin from the kindergarten, drive with her to the supermarket and am astonished to find out that my daughter is no longer speaking to me. From shopping home, cooking dinner, tidying up, doing the laundry, ironing, cleaning the children's room, taking Xinxin to the bathroom and putting her to bed, then going through documents for the coming working day and sorting. And when I finally have time to relax, I look at the clock and it is almost midnight again.

Tired I still want to watch the new episode of a series that came out today. But I only manage the first ten minutes of the new episode until I fall asleep. And only the next morning, when I woke up at about half past six, still lying on the sofa, I realize that I hadn't even looked at my phone the day before.

I run upstairs and quickly take a shower and change my clothes. Then I go to wake Xinxin and help her wash and get dressed. After breakfast I remember my phone again. I go into the bedroom and get it out of the bed where it was still lying.

But how could it be otherwise? The battery was dead. So I plugged it into the charger and went off with Xinxin so we wouldn't get caught in the next traffic jam.

The day at work dragged on again and I collected another two hours of overtime. And again I went to the kindergarten where my daughter called me with a: "Hello daddy." Greetings.

And the daily routine follows, shopping, cooking, housekeeping, laundry and so on. In the evening when Xinxin was sitting in the bathtub, I finally got my phone from the charging station and didn't even get a chance to read the messages I received, when Yibo called.

I held the phone up to Xinxin and said, "It's Yibo. If you want to talk to him, you should answer it. Daddy has to go downstairs and do some work." She happily picks up the phone while I lift her out of the bathtub.

She accepts the call and I point out to her that I still have work to do, she knows that she should not disturb me then. Actually I didn't have any more work to do, but I still didn't feel ready to talk to Yibo.