Brothers

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Three days has passed and Yibo drowned himself in alcohol. After all these years, after finding his first love, he got thrown away and to top it all they haven't even started yet. "Yibo.." Zewu took the bottle of Rum away from his little brother and helped him stand up. "What's gotten into you hm?" Zewu observed his brother's face. It's broken, hopeless, sad, angry... all depressing emotions in one. "Jin's been asking me where you are and everyone is looking for you. You have to go to University tomorrow." Zewu used his authority to fix Yibo up but the younger is not even listening, he's not thinking of anything other than why it has to be Xiao Zhan.

"Let's take you home." Zewu carefully laid Yibo in the backseat and drove home. "Brother.." Yibo mumbled as the elder helped him go to his room. "Hm?" Yibo hiccuped and sniffled. "Why do you get hurt when you love someone?" Zewu stiffened, curious why his brother is asking these things. As far as he knows, Yibo is not interested in these type of topic. "Why do you ask?" Yibo himself sat on the edge of his bed and lowered his head, crying silently as he punched the mattress. "I.. I just.. I loved him for so long- and.. and it seems like I wasted my time.." Zewu quickly kneeled infront of Yibo and cupped his cheeks. "Yibo. Look at me." Wiping his brother's tears, he smiled. "You know, You're still young.. Maybe it's not the right time for you to enter this phase yet.. or maybe, the person you love is still you know, growing. Who knows?" Yibo sniffed, staring at his brother who is comforting him. "He just broke up with his lover." Yibo mumbled. Zewu nodded and pushed his brother's hair back, wiping his forehead. "See? Maybe he's not ready to enter another relationship yet.. Yibo, maybe it took you so long.. you waited but did he? Did he know how you felt back when you first liked him?" Yibo shook his head and calmed down. "No.."

Zewu tapped Yibo's cheeks and stood up. "I don't know when but based on what I'm seeing right now, He just realized how you felt?" The younger nodded. "Then it's still too early for him. It takes two people to make things work, perfect even." Yibo sighed and tugged his brother's shirt, using it as a towel to wipe his face. "Geez.." Zewu laughed and leaned down to kiss Yibo's head. "Dad will surely kill whoever made you cry." Yibo quickly stood up and shook his head. "Please don't tell dad.. You know how he is.." Zewu nodded and asked Yibo to go to sleep. "Good Night, Yibo."

(In the University)

Xiao 'accidentally' took the wrong way and walked in the Arts Department and what a coincidence, he stopped right in front of Yibo's usual Practice room. He fixed himself, tapping his coat clean before knocking on the door and slowly opening it. There's no one there.

All of the students are doing something for charity work so there's no people at the moment except the Professors and the kids who skipped the activity. Xiao Zhan knows Yibo didn't attend because his name wasn't on the list.

The Professor entered the empty room and smiled, remembering the days he used to dance and sing. He looked around and saw pictures on the side, pasted on the walls. There was Zanjin and Yibo always sticking together like glue, The two are always 2 feet away from the other kids. "Just get married-" he said out loud.

Suddenly the door opened, revealing a messy haired Yibo, wearing a mask and a black jacket. Xiao Zhan gulped at the sight, the younger looks sleepy and just got out of bed. "What are you doing here?" Yibo asked not so respectfully.

Xiao Zhan pouted but quickly maintained his Professor side

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Xiao Zhan pouted but quickly maintained his Professor side. "I was just checking each room if there's students who are skipping the activity today." Yibo hummed and dropped his bag on the floor and walked towards the stereo, finding a good song to dance.

After 10 minutes of browsing, finally he clicked on something and it echoed in the room

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After 10 minutes of browsing, finally he clicked on something and it echoed in the room. The younger glanced at his professor through the mirror and scoffed. "Why are you still here?" Xiao Zhan was taken aback. "Why- oh.. Y-you need to attend the activity, Mr. Wang." Yibo clenched his teeth upon hearing his last name. Why does he always call him that? "No. Get out."

Xiao Zhan stomped his way to Yibo's direction and the younger immediately stepped back. "You are coming." The Professor said, raising his voice to hopefully intimidate his student. "I said, no." Yibo gulped, avoiding any contact with the man he likes. He keeps stepping back when Xiao Zhan steps closer. "Mr. Wang!" Xiao Zhan finally shouted. It's not about the activity anymore. The elder wants to know where he's been, why didn't he stop when he almost ran over him, why did the gifts stop, why he is running away from him, just what did Yibo do to him to feel like this. "Professor Xiao! I am not going!" Yibo also yelled. The Professor stopped and sighed, giving up. "Fine. But at least tell me what happened to you? You got thin." Yibo blinked, not sure if he heard the elder correctly. "Excuse me?"

"Where were you? What have you been doing?" Xiao Zhan tried to stop his tears from falling. He's always been a cry baby. He is even shocked that he didn't cry when he saw Yibo again. "I- I was worried about you.. Zanjin didn't know where you are.." the younger laughed like it's the most ridiculous thing he ever heard. "Why would you be worried? Huh!?" Xiao Zhan flinched, hating it when Yibo raises his voice. "Because I-I'm your Profess-"

Yibo slammed his fist on the wall and glares at Xiao Zhan. "Oh, cut the bullshit. No Professor ever came to me, asking me where I was. Just leave, you're ruining my day. Professor Xiao."

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