Not His Twin [YiZhan Fanfic]

08| Ten Dates

Not His Twin
08| Ten Dates

It was no use pointing out that I am a complete example of ‘dead vegetable in a basket’ even if you were an optimist; it would have been a wasted breath to say otherwise. Frankly speaking I am a potato, a dumb one. I perfected off an all-nighter just to find any openings to this rabbit hole.

But sadly, there were no selection menu in the panel of controls, the only remedy I hit upon was to state the truth to him with straight face and not throwing tantrums on the floor again and cried because I am guilty to that offense.  I felt apologetic for him, the man who was called Wang Yibo.

From the birth of this meeting all I required from him was his cooking skills, I adore Korean cuisines and nothing more for addition to it then why in the holy panda of China did I lie that I have a twin sister and her name…Zen?! Oh yeah, that, because I am trying to masqueraded myself from the tough universe where I played the mountainous designer who knows every single cell of the fashion philosophy. Other than that, there were opposing teams of haters and competitors with common aims to bring me down. Any time they could freeze me into a green mannequin and no available thing to do but kiss my reputation goodbye. AAAHHH…I CANNOT MOVE ON FROM THIS ISSUE. If only I didn’t participate in that immature game of my friend…

Regrets always disembark late to the anchorage of my life…

A knock on my door rested the raging cyclones inside me. “Sir, you have a visitor…”

“It’s nine in the morning and I have a visitor?! Who allowed that to happen?!” I removed myself from lying on the floor and let the maid do her duty to my bedroom.

“I’ll be cleaning your room sir.” She began dusting the corners and shelves of my personal books.

“Who is it?”

She stopped and bowed, “Mr. Wang Yibo, sir.”

Here comes the headache in my left eye and right rib “Where’s he now?”

“In the library sir, he is currently drinking tea while waiting for you and…he asks about someone named Zen…”

“I told the head butler to brief you all about it, did he do it?” Last night at midnight, I and the head butler of my household conversed about the make-believe, an illusion painting of Xiao Zen, a white lie about my made-up twin sibling. I commanded him to deciminate what we've discussed to everyone to 'go with the flow', sew their mouths close and act like Zen was really alive in this lifetime and a part of my family.

“Yes sir. We are fully knowledgeable of the situation. Order from you Sir Xiao Zhan, is a mandate. A must do. We won’t tell him anything.”

“Satisfactory. Excellent.” I clapped my hands together and ensued to the bathroom to scrub my panicky antics in the shower.

All of my reasons and wherefores in this realm got me a little weak. My two knees, two hundred six bones, two hundred thirty joints, twelve pairs of ribs and indubitably my whole body was instructing me to confess the legitimacy of truth behind this invention tale. 

“Good day, Mr. Wang.” A spur-of-the-moment greeting blast out from me after I sealed the entrance of the library. I liked this part of my house but at this very juncture I want to eat something sweet to lessen my vibrating hands.

Can someone please collect my heart? It is on the ground. Making ba-dump, ba-dump ba-dump melody under my fluffy bunny slippers.

“Where’s your twin?” He sneaked a look at the door, expectant to see somebody. 

“You are here for her…” What are you dreaming he'll be here for you?

The suitor adjusted himself to an ancient chair I brought from Rome. “Yeah, I am her suitor, you sure is forgetful.”

“You...know Mr. Wang, my twin sister…is...” IS NOT REAL!!! SHE’S AN APPREHENSION OF MY FRIGHTENED MIND BACK WHEN I WAS ARRAYED IN A GIRL COSTUME AND NEARLY EXPOSED BY YOU!!!

“Not real. She’s not real?” Yibo’s brown loops on his face travelled over my tall figure appreciatively and laughed, not a pleased laugh, it’s a strange one.

“Yes. She’s not real.”

“Xiao Zhan, I don’t want to hurt your feelings but your joke is surely sidesplitting.” He wiped the tears in the border of his eyes. “If your sister can’t make it today, I’ll visit again tomorrow.”

“Why wouldn’t you trust me? I said she’s not real!” I am saving you from an upcoming heartbreak that either of us can’t monopolize, you cynic!

“You should hear this again I like her, okay? And there’s nothing you can do about it, my brother-in-law.”  

“You can’t like someone you just met once! It’s nothing! It’s not love at first sight kind of thing neither!”

“Are you having a secret crush on me?” His furtive regard detained me.

“No.”

“Then why are you so tenacious? Saying that…”

“That what?”

“Convincing me that your twin sister is fake and imaginary.”

“I...” Don’t know what to say.

“Be her substitute.”

“Kindly expand your three texts.” What is he taking me for? A caricature to this folly?

“Take her place for today. Just for today. But if tomorrow or the next day she wouldn’t spend her time with me then I’ll be your suitor instead.”

IS HE A CRACKED HEAD?! “I am not gay or even bisexual. I don’t strike that way. I am not into men.”

“Yeah. Me too. Where’s your room? Ten dates and I'll be gone from your lives.”

Alright.

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I never had the impulse to lash someone out from my house, speak ill and be rude for someone innocent of any crime nonetheless Wang Yibo lived and tomahawked that courtesy tree of mine.  The said bloke was in my bedroom, comfortably tucked in my bed while scrolling his phone. “So your first date with my sister…”

“Yup. Here in your home.”

“Where’s she? I would like to see her bedroom too.”

F WORD. I DIDN’T CONSIDER THAT COMING FROM THIS CLOWN.

“I’ll arrange that for you soon. Want to eat something scrumptious? Cake? Pie?”

“No. I'll sleep. Your pillows are stilling my uncertainties. Stay here until I wake up?”

Are you earnestly inquiring me to be your lookout despite the fact that you will be sleeping in my property? No one will touch you. Not even me.

“Sure. I’ll be here. Good morning and good night.”
 
“Thank you. Nine dates to go.” Like  a child, he then mailed his fate to inertness of relaxation as quick as the arrows from Athens.
Nine dates to go...

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Wrong grammars and English errors, the writer will edit it soon.

TO BE CONTINUED.