Happy Misunderstanding

Asian Kung Fu Generation's band member look like dorks but they have songs that catch my interest. Their song rewrite is kinda nice.

'Yaoooooo, are you done yet?' Ivan pouted from the couch, staring at his friend who was in turn staring intently at his computer.

'Hold on, just a little more Ivan. Just. A little more.' Yao muttered out as his fingers rapidly typed away on the keyboard.

*Tiak tiak tiak tiak tiak* *Click click click click click*

For a long time, these are the only sound that filled the space between them. And of course not to mention the lively neighbors that Yao have. Sometimes, Ivan really admire this little guy for having such immerse concentration to even work and sleep in such a noisy apartment.

'Yao...' Ivan whined again after five minutes have passed again, lying and tossing on the couch in boredom.

'I'm sorry Ivan. Just really, I'm almost done.' Yao mumbled incoherently, squinting his eyes a little this time. Seemingly mystified by something on the screen.

Ivan stared at Yao's water stained ceiling and his thought started to roaming to questions he always wanted to ask Yao. He stretched his arms out and tucked them behind his head, using them as a pillow.

'Yao, why are you living in this hell hole? Don't tell me you're broke cause I saw your saving books lying around the other time. You literally have enough to live like a king.' Ivan called out, eyes tracing on the outline of the yellow stain.

'Uh... that's caused...' Yao started, mind still focusing on his task on hand while sparing that few bit of brain activity to recall the reasons. 'Uhh.. cause it's really super near my workplace.'

'Oh.. really? Where did you worked at? Don't tell me.. it's that.' Ivan slowed his words, trying to confirm his suspicion with Yao.

'Yeah, it's that company. That really tall one behind my apartment building.' Yao finally turned to look at Ivan.

Poor Yao, he thought. His eye bag deepens by a few shades darker and he grew even thinner. This current project he is on is really taking a toll on him. If he is not even here to force Yao to go to the dinner with him, he truly wonder if he will even eat at all.

'Hmmm.. Are you done?' Ivan mused, eyes still staring at the ceiling. The outside turned strangely quieter today, no screaming and moaning, or sound of the broken glasses or even cats screeching.

'Not yet.' Yao replied, turning his head back to the computer again. The noises from the keyboard and computer mouse fill the quiet atmosphere.

After a little while, Ivan speaks again, something he wonders as well, but just never got around asking

'Yao..'

'Hmm?'

'So.. What's your idea of a perfect date?'

'Uhh... uhh..' and he drifted off again.

'Yao.'

'Uh.. Date, month and year. Ya know.. DD slash MM slash YYYY. I find other formats a bit confusing. Like.. Uh.. you know.. the American ones where they put the month first.' Yao stated very confidently.

Knitting his brow, Ivan propped himself up to look at Yao with a dose of WTF. How dense can this little guy be? There is no way I am too vague.

'Yao.' Ivan said.

'I'm done, I'm done. I'm sorry.' Yao finally said, standing up and pushing his chair away. 'Let's go.'

'Well.. I'm not actually rushing you but.. Okay, let's go.' Ivan replied, standing up as well. Reaching his arms out, Ivan wrapped his fingers onto Yao's arms, he really did got thinner. Before long, Ivan found himself walking down the cold street with Yao tagging along beside him.

'When is your current project finishing?' Ivan asked, breaking the cold air with a question of concern.

'Pretty soon I guess. But I thought of quitting this job after this all ends, it's eating too much of my time. My mom is rushing me for a date and every blind date my mom and sister have arranged for me didn't go that well. Guess I'm destined to be single forever.'

The thought of Yao going on a blind date pricks Ivan's heart, but he's kind of glad every single one of them didn't go well. 'But why didn't it go well? I think you should be quite a good catch.'

'Well if you're a lady that would be great. Truth to be told, I never.. actually really felt anything for those girls my mom introduced or in fact any girls I've seen so far. Like, not even a tiny bit of interest in the romance department. You know what I mean?' Yao mused beside Ivan.

Yes, Yao.. I think I know what you mean, Ivan thought.

'Hmm.. Maybe I just haven't met the right one.' Yao decided.

'Yeah, maybe that's why.' Ivan replied.

'My mom would be devastated hearing that. She kept nagging and nagging and it will always start with a: Aiyah, Ah Yao, you should find a person to take care of you. And I will go, but mom I can take care of myself perfectly well. And she goes, yeah and you go on without eating for a few days. Yada Yada. Oh my god I can memorise all her lines already, I swear.' Yao complained.

'You can tell your mom that I can take care of you.' Ivan chuckled, peering over casually at Yao to see his reaction. His cheeks and nose is rosy from the cold, very adorable.

'Haha, I should tell her that!' Yao decided, smiling happily over at Ivan as they neared their destination. 'It's really kind of nice to have a companion to eat some supper in the middle of a cold night.'

'Yeah.'