Happy Misunderstanding
Thank you guest for the reviews, and yes you're right, no one is this dense irl. And Yao is really not as dense as he seems.
I wanted to write a few more misunderstandings before this chapter but I guess this chapter was brought forward because I want to end this story sooner. (I wanted to finish the USUK ver. of Dead End in Tokyo so that I can start on the ROCHU one :X )
I'm constantly compelled to write stories for people who reviewed, cause I know that somebody is looking forward to it (unless it's a one shot ya know). Else, I'll just lose motivation and leave it hanging (AGAIN :c). So this chapter is written for you guest.
It's been some time since Ivan and Yao first met each other, and it have been some time since Ivan first realised that he harbours any sort of affection for Yao, but it have become unbearable of late to be silent about it. The whispering urge to confess directly have turned into a blaring sirens, reminding him of his deepest desires. Every day Ivan found his mind drifting to Yao, every night he wondered if he have eaten.
Yet for some reasons, something about Yao just made Ivan afraid to confess directly. He can't pinpoint exactly why, it's as though the happy go lucky nature Yao adorned everyday is just a mask to hide something more. A mask that he is not even sure if it's there.
Should he or should he not... Ivan wondered.
Yao. Dinner? Ivan texted, green text popping up as it demands a reply. I have something to tell you. It's very important.
Yeah, sure. I'm finishing the last episode of my TV series anyway. Yao replied. What happened Ivan xD? Did you get chased by that girl who randomly asked for your number the other day?
NO. Ivan retorted. I'll tell you over dinner, come on.
Alright alright, you impatient bear.
Ivan looked up from his phone screen. He don't really know if this is the right choice, and he don't know if he can bear letting Yao go if everything goes wrong. He just know that he needs to tell Yao how he is feeling. This dense airhead that don't even realise all the obvious hints that Ivan is dropping.
'Ivannnnn..' Yao whined, dragging the back of Ivan's name hoping to seek redress from the grievance he have suffered from the ending of that TV series he just finished.
'W-what again?' Ivan turned around, at the Yao who is hunched over with a down turned mouth and walking towards his seat.
'Ivan.. the ending of that show is heartbreaking.' Yao said, as he placed his bag pack on the floor, settling into the seat. 'My heart is utterly broken. Again. It reminds me of..of.. ' Yao trailed off, looking a little dazed as the recollection of something in his memories triggered something.
Ivan noticed Yao drifting off and asked in concern 'Yao. Are you okay?'
He immediately snapped out of thoughts and replied dramatically with a smile 'ahh, yeah, that show just got me so bad I'm still reverberating from its ending...'
'What happened? And.. what does it reminds you of?' Ivan probed, looking intently at Yao for any change in his expression. The food in front of them have grown slightly colder but Ivan's curiosity got the better of him.
'Ahh, that show.. everyone who fell in love dies.. They all love each other so much, yet the cruel writers have to kill them all. Why.. ' Yao complained, as he began to dig into the food. 'It's like .. it's like none of them deserve this don't they.' he continued, lip trembled a little, and tears began to form around his rim.
'Yao, it's just a show. Don't cry.' Ivan cooed, scrambling to pull out a tissue for him. 'Take it.' he said, holding up his hands with the tissues in front of Yao's face.
Yao pouted, looking to his side. 'I'm not crying.' he sniffed, still refusing to accept Ivan's offer.
'Yeah, yeah. You're not crying. These are not tears.' Ivan replied condescendingly, using the tissue to wipe the fallen tears that trailed down Yao's cheek. 'Take it yourself.'
Reluctantly, he took the damp tissue, blowing his nose with it. 'Let's eat Ivan, the food have grown cold.' he said, but it becomes apparent to Ivan that he have lost his appetite.
In an effort to keep the conversation going, Yao look up at Ivan from the food and asked 'You told me you have something important to tell me, what was it?'. He narrowed his eyes cheekily before smiling and said 'I got a feeling it's that girl who kept stalking you after getting your number, am I right?'
But Ivan knows his puffy red eyes is not smiling, but there's nothing he can do because he don't know how. Not until he asked.
'Yao, what happened to you?' Ivan started, gently, hoping that Yao actually gets what he is talking about.
'More like what happened to you.' Yao replied, baffled at his words. 'Is that.. girl really that scary? She stalked you again didn't she?'
At this point of time, Ivan weigh between his frustration to get straight to his point, or.. continue to be fearful and move the conversation elsewhere. Options, options, Ivan knows he can't bear either consequences. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
'No..' Ivan started softly.
'No? So, what is this regarding?' Yao asked, bending a little forward to get a clearer hearing.
'It's...It's.. ' Ivan tried, but he don't understand why it felt so hard to get the confession out. It's just words, words we use every day to form sentences. But everything is stuck in his throat right now, staring at Yao's probing eyes.
'Hmmm, it's okay if you can't say it out. I am not going to force you to.' Yao replied cheerily, bending even more forward and patting him on his arms. 'Well, I got to go, my mom and my sister is visiting tomorrow and uh, I am not letting them stay in my nasty apartment. It's too dangerous, so there's some stuff I need to prepare before their arrival. Adios.'
Yao stood up much to Ivan's dismay, and in a last ditch attempt to stop him from leaving, Ivan grabbed hold of Yao's hands and blurted out 'I love you.'
'Oh..' Yao mumbled, the smile on his face wiped off in that in exchange, a look of indifference formed on his face, his eyes drifted away from Ivan and towards the door. 'I got to go.' he quickly continued, cruelly brushing Ivan's hands away from his.
'Yao.. Lis-' Ivan pleaded but Yao was having none of it. Tears started welling up at the latter's eyes as he walked out of the restaurant. 'Y-Yao.. Please stop.' Ivan stood up, walking after him. But Yao started running, running out of the restaurant and out of Ivan's sight.
Ivan sat down heavily back at his chair. What have he done now, he thought. And what should he do next. What is Yao hiding from him..
A text message popped up on his phone screen, it's Yao. Swiping it open, it says I'm sorry but let's not meet again.