Why? [YiZhan FanFiction]✔️

-24- Return ~Part 1~

-24- Return ~Part 1~

YIBO'S POV

It was hard to say goodbye to Zhan at the airport. It was a hell for me and I had trouble parting with him at all. As we stood there and had to say goodbye, I held my breath most of the time because I was afraid to start crying right away.

This goodbye seemed cold. But I didn't want Zhan to notice my worries. The worries that everything around the move to Zhan might take much longer than planned. That we couldn't see each other for more than a week.

After waiting over seven years for this moment to be with Zhan, I wanted only one thing, to be with him and not to give away a single minute more.

Which is also the reason why I didn't want to answer the phone when Seungyoun kept calling me. I knew that he would tell me something that would shorten my stay with Zhan.

I knew something must have happened. However, at first I assumed that it was because of the big fight between him and Wooseok. The two broke up again. But this is nothing new to them and happens regularly.

And when that happens, Seungyoun is oftentimes devastated, even though he mostly had himself to blame. Because oftentimes he says things without thinking and then wonders why Wooseok is mad at him.

I first met the two at the university. We met at a freshman orientation party. None of us knew each other then. At that party, the three of us were sitting together, away from everyone.

At that time I didn't feel like having a party. My ZhanZhan left the country and I looked for him everywhere without success. He had only been gone for a few weeks at that time and I suffered like crazy from not being able to find him.

I left the party when I saw some of the students getting closer to each other. Some of the girls had tried to flirt with me all the time, I was so annoyed by it. When one of them dared to stroke my arm, I stood up and yelled at her. "Get your hands off me. The only one who can touch me is my ZhanZhan."

Wooseok followed me and asked me if I was okay. I stood there with my butt against the wall and my hands in my pockets and shook my head. "Your ZhanZhan isn't here, is he?" He wanted to know.

"No. He's not." I answered briefly.

"What happened?" He wanted to know and at that moment Seungyoun also came outside and joined us.

"Man these girls are getting on my nerves." Said Seungyoun and looked at me thoughtfully. "ZhanZhan, is this your boyfriend?"

"I wish." I said that.

"So, tell me. What happened?" Wooseok wanted to know again.

What did I have to lose? So I just told them everything while we went back to our dorm. It was good to have someone to talk to and let it all out.

"But that's hard. When I try to put myself in your boyfriend's shoes, it's actually really hard. I mean, you've all been lying to him for weeks. You put him on the same level as your father." Wooseok replied after I told my story.

"And you missed the chance to clear it up right after that fake wedding happened. You have to imagine that. There you sit, perhaps having feelings for your best friend you slept with only a few weeks before. And you have to watch that boyfriend then marry and kiss the elder sister. It's heartbreaking just to think about it." Seungyoun told me.

"I would have run away too. Who wants to stay where you're constantly reminded? I don't understand how you guys could do this. Sure, you said Zhan couldn't lie and could've blown your plan. But hey, that's just too weird. Not only did you put on a show for your dad, but for Zhan as well. That means you all didn't have faith in him." I had already been aware of this, too, when Wooseok said it.

Back then, I was against lying to Zhan. Because I was afraid from the beginning that something would go wrong and I could lose my ZhanZhan because of it. And that's how it happened. I lost him.

The three of us became friends quite quickly, good friends in a way. But they didn't get as close as I did with Zhan. Still, a year later, we moved together into a house that Seungyoun had gotten as a gift from his uncle.

The house, rather a run-down dwelling, was better than the dormitory with all its rules.

We did a lot of work on the house at that time, of course within our possibilities. And we still live there today. Even if I won't live there much longer. So it had been my home in the past years.

But back to the topic. So I was sitting in the plane, fighting against my emotions, having to leave my ZhanZhan. When my phone rang again. But this time I answered it.

Seungyoun told me that the hospital called our home and asked him to inform me that my father was in the hospital dying. And even worse, Seungyoun said that they had just called again and told him that my father had just passed away.

I had to call the hospital immediately and talk to them. The conversation lasted more than half an hour. And I had to call an undertaker. I got the number from the hospital.

When I wanted to call Zhan, my battery was dead and I had no chance to recharge it. I put it beside me and fell asleep after all. When we landed, I didn't even think about my phone because I assumed I had put it away.

Seungyoun picked me up at the airport and we went straight to the hospital. Then to the undertaker. Then to my father's house to get a suit for the funeral and found out that house was full of rubbish. The bedroom was the worst. There were mountains of old newspapers, garbage bags, clothes. It smelled horrible.

We struggled to find a matching suit for my dead father among all the rubbish and junk. And among all his unopened letters, there were lots of letters from the public order and health department. Which meant we had to clean out the house. Fortunately, my friends helped me.

At least now I know why my father didn't let me into the house for years, but preferred to sit outside with me in all weathers when I visited him.

At the hospital I also learned that my father hadn't touched alcohol for a little over a year.

Well, I had been so busy every day that I didn't even find the time to go to Zhan's parents and ask them to give me his phone number. No matter how many times I tried to do it in those three weeks, I never got around to it.

I had so much on my plate with the hospital, the funeral, clearing out the house and my preparations for the move that I couldn't get anywhere else.

Then when Seungyoun showed me a message from ZhanZhan that they had sent my phone to ZhanZhan, I was relieved. Until I read that ZhanZhan wrote Seungyoun that he should tell it to his BOYFRIEND Yibo.

Yes I know, I should have told ZhanZhan who Seungyoun is and told him that he is in a relationship with Wooseok. And that they are both good friends of mine and we live together.

But how could ZhanZhan think I could love anyone else but him after what I told him? Was it because of the past? Is Zhan insecure about what happened over seven years ago?