Happy Misunderstanding

Not proof read. I'm sorry, I started it at 10.30PM and it's already 11.57PM. Way to long. Thanks and adios

'Hmm.. Who could it be this late at night.' Yao looked up from his computer full of numerical figures and towards the door.

Silence ensue again. It's been replaced by the sound of distant shouting and breaking glasses from his neighborhood. 'Damn.. I should have installed a peephole when I moved in.' Yao berated himself internally, letting a 'tch' sound escape from his mouth when he recalled the last time he opened the door by instinct and accidentally let in a bunch of drunkards.

It's not a good neighborhood he admit, but it's so near his workplace he just couldn't resist. The knocking on the door resumed. The knock is firm and polite, unlike those messy knockings by the drunkards.

'Hmm... I'll just.. open it I guess..' Yao shrugged, standing up from his table and head towards the door. He opened the door slightly to peep through, gripping the doorknob tight to in case some unwanted intruder try to push through. However, before he can even manage to see anyone, a drifting scent of the familiar fried noodles filled his nostril and reminded his stomach that he haven't took a bite since that hastily made sandwich in the morning.

A large and ugly growl emitted from his neglected tummy.

'Hehe.. I'm sorry.' Yao smiled awkwardly at the man he stood up for a few dinners in a row. Four week worth of dinner to be exact. His specs drooped all the way to his nose bridge, causing him to lift his head higher to look through those glasses. Even his mouth is slightly agape from this position.

Messy long hair, blood shot eyes, dressed in a pajamas. Ivan knew.

'Yao, you're not eating again.' Ivan said gently, though he is slightly pouting to show his unhappiness to Yao. Lifting the plastic packaging up, he continued 'I'm sorry, this is the only stall that still open this late.'

Yao smiled gratefully, he can't say that he is not touched. In fact, he is almost on the verge of tears. 'Thank you.' he muttered, sniffing a little as he looked down to calm himself of the raging internal emotions.

'THOSE GAY DRUNKARDS BETTER NOT BE FUCKING AROUND THE CORRIDORS AGAIN!' a middle aged women's voice screeched through the neighboring doors.

Yao and Ivan pulled their shoulders to cover their ears by instinct before Yao quickly pulled the big brown bear in. Yao called him the brown bear after noticing and pointing out that his colour scheme always border brown, beige and grey.

'What happened?' Ivan asked in concern at the increasing commotions out there.

'Uhh, well. That lady outside is homophobic. But sadly, she chose the wrong place to live in because there's is always an orgy party being held directly above her apartment. So.. There's actually plenty of drunkards around and stuff. Last week, even more sadly for her, there's a gay orgy party being held. So..' Yao said, before ending it off with a sigh of resignation.

'Oh..' Ivan answered thoughtfully.

'Yeah..' Yao replied. 'It sucks, I know.'

'So.. Food?' Ivan asked, holding the food up.

'Yes please!' Yao grinned gleefully as they sat down on the couch at his tiny living room. Ivan placed the food on the coffee table and prepared it for Yao.

'There.' Ivan said, as he thoughtfully placed the plastic below the container to prevent any food stain on the table, and even pluck out the stray strand of woods from the disposable chopstick before handing it over for Yao.

'Thank you.' Yao said coyly. enjoying every single bit of being spoiled like child before gobbling down the food to feed his abused stomach.

Suddenly out of nowhere, loud moaning and creaking noises started resonating through the living room. Something blunt hit the thin wall in a constant pace, creating an annoying sound that doesn't go away.

But still Yao kept eating, seemingly oblivious to the amount of noises making a nuisance in his house. Not Ivan though, it seems to get on his nerves as he started knitting his brows and pacing about. Perhaps, it seems too obvious what Yao's neighbor is doing and it seems a little awkward hearing it with Yao in his sight. It reminds him of their misunderstanding the first time they met.

Yao noticed his pacing and chuckled 'Don't worry, the man next door is impotent. He don't normally last more than 5mins. Trust me, you'll hear it soon.'

'YOU SUCKS, I'M LEAVING YOU.' a women screamed can be heard from next door.

'WELL YEAH, FIND ANOTHER MAN WHO IS WILLING TO FUCK YOUR UGLY ASS.' a man can be heard shouting back as well.

'OH REALLY? FIND A WOMEN WHO WANTS TO GET FUCK BY YOUR FLAPPY NOODLE THEN.' the same women taunted.

'YOU WANT TO PLAY IT LIKE THIS HUH? WHOSE SAGGY TITS IS LOW ENOUGH TO SLAP AROUND.' the man continued.

'PFF, that's a new one.' Yao laughed, almost chocking on his noodles. 'OH MY GOD, NOODLES, FLAPPY NOODLES!' Yao continued as he lift his chopstick out, pulling the remaining noodles with it.

Ivan laughed at Yao. He's so adorable laughing at weird stuff like this.

'I can spice things up as well. I'm good at it.' Ivan boasted as well, a little indirectly, perhaps hoping Yao might get it.

Calming himself a little, Yao wiped a tear from the corner of his eyes and commented 'But you know I'm allergic to chili..'

'Well.. I mean in the bedroom.' Ivan tried again, he really wish he could be a little more direct but.. He's afraid, really afraid to scare Yao away. What if.. he never wants to be his friend again. He's obviously scared of being misunderstood as a gay.. That's why he don't want to be seen by that homophobic lady, isn't it.

'I can't eat them anywhere in the house, silly bear. I think I told you that one time my family lied to me just so they can have a meal with chili. How evil.'

'Ah.. Yes I recalled.' Ivan smiled awkwardly. Yao is.. still as dense as ever.

'Sit beside me. And let's listen to their arguments. I swear to God they have the most interesting insults ever.' Yao urged excitedly.

'Sure.' Ivan replied, sitting closer to Yao.

However, it wasn't even long before Yao's started struggling to stay awake. His eyelid ever so slightly begin to cover his blood shot eyes. His head began to nodding down as his little mouth kept blabbering incoherently, yet even among his incoherent speech speaks some interesting details that Ivan didn't know.

'My mom.. and my sis.. ter. Thye ...use Tinder. I'm gappy. To find you..' Yao slurred, as the last words brought a closure to his eyes and drifted him off to lalaland. His head fell onto Ivan's muscular arm covered with the sleeve of the beige trench coat.

'I'm happy too. Kitten.' Ivan smiled to himself, as he put his arms around Yao. The only time he dared to openly succumb to his desires to be closer with Yao.

'If I remind you of a big brown bear, and I would say you remind me of a little black kitten. A naughty but really adorable kitten that needs someone to take care of or it will not remember to eat or sleep. Is it still too early to say that I love you?' Ivan said it out loud in the noisy living room.

The hand smoothing the tangles in Yao's hair stopped. And with his other hand, Ivan carried Yao bridal style and tuck him in his bed.

With that, he left the room, and after making sure that the door out of his apartment is securely locked. Ivan left.

'It's really too unsafe here.' he wondered what to do.